Adult Sasuke Sword Novels & Stories

But here’s one woman in particular was having a bad time saying something, as she was transported out of the room and passing right next to me, she reach out her feeble hand and grab mine. “..stand down Sasu…”. As sthe woman acted out of the ordinary, Sasu was fast to react, by now since I have already entered the room where he was and the objective has been completed. The beaver ninja got out from the shadow and brandish his Tanto sword at the weak woman on stretcher, I was fast to react and catches his sword by pinch on it, stopping him entirely in his track. “...I..I am sorry..if I am out line Milord..”. (Woman)

At the gate of the Swordsmanship-seeking Sect on the Swordsmanship-seeking Mountain Range. A slender figure was sitting cross-legged in the sky above the mountain gate. His short black hair stood on end, shining with cold light like steel needles. He was a young man of the Human Clan. He had sharp eyebrows and sword-like eyes, but there was a hint of unconcealable arrogance between his eyebrows. His eyes were long and slanted, and his lips were thin. On his back was a cyan saber with a long hilt. The hilt was two meters long, and there was a crescent moon and a cyan dragon on the blade. The saber looked ordinary. Only a real master could feel the murderous aura from it. Only a murderous weap

It moved fast and I knew that Sushi couldn't catch up to that so I quickly took the small sword that Stefano gave me and I moved quickly as I met it and created a sharp noise when I cut the bat that immediately dropped on the ground. Both demons are slowly turning into black ashes as a sign of their complete death, not having a chance of revival. Sushi looked at me, he didn't seem to expect me to know how to use a sword. I didn't mention to them that I somehow knew something, not just the big swords.

"Yamato…" "Was that hard? I'm sorry, but there is no help for you. No one has survived my move." Sasaki walked down the road. Something was troubling him. Yamato, he thought. It's been a long time, since I heard that name. They call him the sword master. We shall see. He was never my equal. He never will be. He lifted the sword to his back, replaced the position of the sword. He had a smile on his face that went from ear to ear. None of them are a match for him. It will be easy.

He lifted his right hand; a big black sword appeared firmly in his hand, accompanied by a crisp sound. The big black sword had a chilly aura, and it was a purple category weapon.

“This can’t do, Young Master Colson. This kid’s just too good at showing off! “I’ve been in the city for so long, yet this is the first time I’ve seen someone like this! “I want him! Sasaki pointed his broken sword at Harvey’s nose. “I don’t have that much patience, kid! “I’ll give you one minute! “Bring Silas! “If you don’t, I’ll kill off every single friend and family you have in front of you before ending your life!” Along with Sasaki’s movement, the people in golden thread suits swarmed out.

’ everybody assumed impatiently. Tension of the crowd was aroused in alarm, their hearts raced with unwelcoming anticipation. Finally, a figure emerged from the huge waves as a victor, the sword of Eryndor– Eryndor, exhausted but triumphant, his Conch shell still clutched in his hand.

"Clan Sköll? Det er ikke mulig. Sköll-klanen forsvant i min fars tid. (That's not possible. The Sköll Clan disappeared in my father's time.)" The sword disappeared from his neck as did the boots from his back. Taking these actions as permission, Brand slowly turned over and sat up. He first saw the large warrior draped in multiple furs and with an ax in his hand and a longsword strapped to his back. The man's black eyes bore into his, daring him to make one wrong move so he could play with his favorite toy and remove Brand's heart from his chest with it.

The memories of the borderlands, the hunts, the bloodshed—they all blurred into the background. Only the blade remained. Steel. Control. Focus. He spun the sword once and brought it down in a clean strike that would have split a skull from crown to jaw. The sound echoed softly across the courtyard. Then— “You train early.” The voice came from behind him. Deep. Smooth. Ancient. Adrian froze instantly. His instincts reacted before his thoughts did. He turned and dropped to one knee. “My king.” King Vaelreth stood near the entrance of the courtyard, his dark cloak stirring slightly in the cold morning wind.

"Think about it, the name Kopis is ancient Greece for a knife and it's no coincidence that your name..." "... Is Blade." I finished for her as I began thinking about it. "If this is in anyway true, that means I'm cursed." "Yeah!" She said. "You are." My heart crashed as somehow, I had been hoping that this bloodlust thing would go away and I could try to have a normal life again.