Adrien Fencing Novels & Stories

"Keep your feet apart, knees slightly bent. You need to stay light on your feet. Daggers are close-range weapons, so your movement is key. If you're rooted in place, you’re vulnerable." I adjusted my stance, mimicking Jena's posture. I was trying, but there was still hesitation in my every move. "Adrian loves you, the first night we met Adrian couldn't stop talking about a female and I know you are the one because he said you have a mate already and last week he said that the male is your brother and not your mate, his love for you could withstand anything and I don't think any fated mate bond could come between you and Adrian, I give you my word, Adrian will not trade you for anything," Wit

Noah said raising his eyebrows at her innocently and as he said that Maria found herself nodding involuntarily but when she realized she said yes without properly thinking, she wanted to dive into the pool. The club member was already in fencing attire and they had trouble finding one of Maria's size since she was a shortie. Maria got dressed in the fencing attire, both of them were facing each other, Michael, Teddy, and Noah were sitting on chairs nearby. "You choose the blade." said her opponent. Without any hesitation, Maria chose Épée, it was the hardest to handle among the three and her opponent was staring at her in amusement.

Doesn’t he understand I have no life without him? Adrienne is one step ahead again, ripping the knife out of the way a millisecond before he can reach his goal. “Tut, tut darling. Very melodramatic. Not part of our plans for today however. Now get up.” Aiden rises jerkily, like a marionette on the end of a string. “Take the knife from me.” Watching him struggle is unbearably painful. His hand trembles in the air, between them, frozen halfway. Adrienne frowns, “It seems you have more strength than I suspected. I have a fresh little flower at my disposal though.”

"She's mine! You stole her—you always steal everything!" Lucien didn't respond with words. His face was a mask of cold fury, the brooding intensity I'd always known exploding into something primal, terrifying. He knew how to fight as well— seemed like years of quiet training, boxing gyms in the shadows to channel the rage he'd buried since childhood. He absorbed the punch, using the momentum to flip them, pinning Adrian beneath him. His fists rained down, precise, brutal, knuckles splitting against Adrian's cheekbone, his nose crunching with a wet snap.

Eli saw him first, tall, dark-jacketed, he was handsome in a deliberate way, and he smiled when he saw Lucien, like he was running into an old friend. “Vale.” He stopped right in front of them, his hands were in his pockets, gaze moving to Eli with an assessing eye. “Didn’t know you were coming here today.” “Adrian,” Lucien said, with his voice flat and Eli noticed. “This must be the famous freshman,” Adrian said, turning that warm smile fully on Eli, up close it was even more convincing. “I heard about the gates. Everyone did.” He extended a hand. “Adrian Cross. Fencing captain.”

The smell of coffee and overturned food mixed with the metallic tang of fear. Adrien didn’t move from his spot until every attacker was down or cuffed. His fists remained clenched, his jaw set hard. Only when the last man was dragged outside did Adrien finally exhale, his shoulders lowering a fraction. He turned then at last to Ryan. “You’re safe now,” he murmured, his voice rough. Not soft not quite but thick with something Ryan couldn’t mistake for anything but truth.

she instructed the others behind her, her voice commanding. Liam’s brow raised, eyes moving between Adriana and George, both armed with swords instead of guns. “Swords? Seriously?” he asked, surprised. His gaze settled on George, then back to Adriana. "Why are you two using swords when guns exist?" Adriana didn’t spare him a glance. Her eyes stayed locked on the approaching soldiers. Her fingers flexed around the hilt. “Because I’m better with this,” she replied coolly, lifting the blade with precision. Her gaze hardened, locked on the threat ahead. “And it doesn’t run out of bullets.”

And, with all that annoyance emanating from Gwen, I think my hunch wasn't that far off the mark. Part of me even feared that Adrien's penultimate fight would be a little more difficult, since that warrior, whoever he was, had proven himself very skilled. However, in even less time than it had taken Leon to take down the commoner, Adrien's sword was already lodged beneath his opponent's helmet, threatening to cut his throat if he took another step.

It just felt necessary. "I'm not running," Adrian said, spreading his hands. "I'm finishing something I started months ago." He came at them both at once, frost and fists moving in a blur that filled the auditorium with the crash of shattering seats and cracking marble. Ethan drove in low, forcing Adrian to split his attention, while Damian circled wide, cutting off every attempt Adrian made to put distance between them. It was brutal, fast, neither man giving Adrian a single second to gather the kind of concentrated power he'd need to actually win.

He picked up his water bottle, opening the top to drink deeply. “A classical fencer is one who should observe a fine position. Whose attacks are fully developed. Whose hits are marvelously accurate, his parries firm and his ripostes executed with precision.” Dempsey made a show of his delivery using a French accent. “One must not forget that this regularity is not possible unless the adversary is a party to it. It is a conventional bout, which comprises parries, attacks, and returns, all rhyming together.” “Louis Rondelle,” Alex said, sitting on the bench.