Adult Sasuke Sword Novels & Stories

“Ye’re a snivelin’ puppy… ’n so are all those who submit tah be governed by th’ laws that jōnins ’ave made fer thar own security. Honor, ye fool? Nay, give me a merry life ’n a short one any day.” “I’m not sure about a merry life but I can help you with the second part.” Sasha generated an ice shinobuken sword. The shinobuken and the saber were two completely different swords. The techniques of using a shinobuken stemmed from how Slayers viewed the world and the fighting ring, which sought to synthesize the disparate elements of bushido (the moral of the warrior), meditation, practical hand-eye coordination, timing and so on. Unlike the traditional katana, a shinobuken was shorter and had a

I need my sword. Reaching behind my back, I feel the cool, smooth texture of my marking shift beneath my fingers. There’s a brief moment where the ink pulses, almost as if it’s alive, before it solidifies into the hilt of my sword. I draw it out, feeling the familiar weight settle into my hand. The blade hums with energy, a glowing blue that pulses in time with my heartbeat. This sword is mine, a part of me, born of my blood and soul. Athena’s gift, forged from my very essence.

Exactly as seen earlier in the castle. The sword. “What does that one do?” I asked, pointing to it. “It drinks blood. For anyone it kills, their blood is stored in the blade. You would try to always have a clothing between you and the hilt” That did not sound more beneficial than fairy dust. “So how useful would it be to protect me?” With only a smile, “very” Time to close the deal. “I have one silver coin” playing with the coins against my fingers. “Make it three and we have a deal”

I begged with my tears already falling in fear. “I can't do that… You are more obedient that way,” he chuckled. He walked towards a wall and took one of the swords hanging there. He pulled the blade out of the scabbard and walked closer to me. “Do you like the sword?” he smirked pointing the tip if the blade my way, “This one was a present from Mr. Tsuchida. This katana is extremely sharp, I've never used it before, I think I will test it out on you…”

August's POV I've been restless for days. No Draco showed up to us and only Marcus is the one who is conducting the training. Marcus looks disturbed as well because of Draco. I know this is worrying too but what can we do? We don't even know where Draco is now. No one can tell where he is. I just looked at the weapons lying there. They are all samurai. They are identical to swords but they are lighter than swords in Pandora. "Today, you will be demonstrating sword handling. A professional will be your spar partner. You will be using a real samurai, just avoid getting hurt." Marcus told us and Misha suddenly became depressed.

I winked, walking out. I walked with my head held high from Mayu’s room, making a stop at mine. I smiled as I picked up my Kissaki-Moroha-Zukuri katana. It was specially made just for me and to my specifications. I had always loved the idea of a double-edged sword. It quickly became one of my favorites. I grabbed one more thing before I stormed my way to my father’s office. I knew it’s where he and that fucking bastard Rokurō would be.

M. Stacey stripped down her usual kit to something you’d never clock at a nightclub: pocket blade taped into a credit-card sleeve, flash drive disguised as a matte lipstick, a microcomms bud that vanished behind her ear and under her hair. She traded her field boots for black trainers that looked like fashion and gripped like truth. Luke leaned in the doorframe, rolling his shoulders. He’d swapped the tactical tee for a faded band shirt and a jacket that concealed a short Sobol collapsible baton and nothing else that would set a wand off.

he says and a wooden Great sword forms from the soil and he grabs onto it. As soon as he grabs onto the Great sword its immense weight causes him to drop it. Akihiko being confused tries to pick it up but to no avail. With all his strength he tries picking it up one last time and somehow succeeds in doing so. Breathlessly he says- “Don’t ever… underestimate a… Give me one second.” He says and takes deep breathes In and continues, “Don’t underestimate a loner!” “I won’t be warning you if I am to strike after this time. Here I come!” says Yasuhiro and charges towards Akihiko while swirling his spear.

VENDETTA ( Love of Darkness or Night) Written by: Authoress Ricky Genres: Action , Erotica , Drama SIX VENDETTA he cup my ass in his hand and fumbled with it before it struck me. I'm only here to dance and get information not to be submissive to the bastard. "I'm sorry but the rules here says no touching"I shove his hand off but it came back to the right spot and he smirk. "Did you hear me"I push his hands off me.

"Sophie, are you even listening?" "Yes! Of course." A hell of a bloody no; his biceps and broad shoulders were more interesting, though. How would it feel if I ran my hands downward? Would he moan? Sage smirked. "I want you to remember that perhaps the most diverse and exotic types of swords are the Asian swords, which include straight, double-edged Chinese longswords (Jian) and single-edged Chinese sabers (Dao), as well as a myriad of other exotic weapons favored by martial artists the world over. See this?" Sage held the sword like it was his other hand, expertly and effortlessly. Impressive, though. He's been explaining it since forever, which bored her to death, yet all Sophie remembered