Alexander's Sword Novels & Stories

It would have a permanent harm from the poison on it. With a sly smile, I leaned down and took up the blade. Alexander leaned over to pick up his sword and said, "All right, then, let's do it the hard way." "Argh!" I groaned and swung my sword to cut him down. A portion of his arm was severed by the blade as he tumbled away. He leaped to his feet with a rapid start.

I huff in agreement, although I still feel silly. Alexander takes a wooden sword off the pile of practice weapons and swings it in the air, "This is my weapon of choice, the sword. It's very handy and good for close-range combat. I carry a short sword when I have to transform into my wolf form, but otherwise, I use a long sword." "So, are you good at them both?" I ask. He shrugs, "I would say I'm an alright swordsman." I grin, "You're trying not to brag. You're one of the best in the pack, aren't you?"

His face turned purple, his form losing strength before they stopped fighting altogether and dropped beside him lifelessly. My breath hitched as a sharp long blade pierced my back and came out from the front, it was a sword. Alexander's family sword. He pulled it out of me and I slowly faced him, staggering to the side. He again tried it plunge the sword into me and I kicked it out of his hand, it was easier because of how injured he was.

He looked down at Oliver's back. "Stop right there, Oliver Hartley!" Alexander yelled. His voice was completely dark and dangerous. "If you dare take one single step out that door... I will have my men break Scarlett's legs immediately!" Oliver froze completely. His hand stayed flat on the cold metal handle. His whole body went totally stiff. His blood turned to ice. He slowly turned his head. He looked back up the grand stairs. Alexander walked down the stairs. One slow, heavy step at a time. His expensive blue silk shirt was messy. Bright red blood still stained his lower lip and pale chin. He looked like a crazy, beautiful monster.

Steel sang melodies. The first Redcliff blade came down, and in that instant, the grand hall of Blackthorn exploded into violence. Rex shoved Isabella behind him just as a warrior lunged. Rex caught the attacker by the throat, lifting him clean off the ground before slamming him into the marble floor with bone-crushing force. The crack echoed like a gunshot. Blood sprayed across Rex’s boots. “Stay with Ash!” Rex roared. Ash was already pulling Isabella back, shielding her as wolves shifted mid-stride, bodies tearing and reforming as claws and fangs burst through skin. The air was thick with the copper tang of blood and the sharp musk of rage.

We crossed a courtyard dusted with fresh snow, the ground packed down by the heavy boots of warriors drilling in formation. And there— Near the center— I saw him. Alexandro. He was dressed in simple black armor, moving through the ranks of soldiers like a dark storm. He barked orders, demonstrating techniques with swift, brutal efficiency. I watched, transfixed, as he sparred with three wolves at once, his movements a blur of deadly grace. He moved like a creature of pure instinct, every step calculated, every strike purposeful. His soldiers fought hard to match him, but none could best him.

I smiled, gripping the handle of the knife in my hand. “ You were so special to him. Why?” I asked walking closer to him. “ I don’t know what you are talking about.” He stuttered as I kneeled down in front of him. “ See, I don’t believe you. Because before he took his last breath, he mentioned your real name.” I whispered “ Princess, what are you talking about??” Alex huffed. “ you are bluffing.” He said through staggered breathing as he trembled with fear

So when they were close enough, Alexander made an inhuman move, ending up behind the minion to try to cut its head off with his sharp sword. "I'll finish you off!" Alexander shouted with great determination. He was about to defeat it. He had it to one move to end its life, but it was when the minion showed why it was the salvation of its species... "Huh?!" Alexander says when he sees the minion's arm take the impact. The minion realized what he was trying to do, so he had no choice but to cushion the blow as best he could to save his life. So, with the sword embedded, he was able to grab Alexander with his other hand to put him in front of him and thus... be able to subdue him.

He had to consider who he was fighting for. The thoughts that were spinning through his mind suddenly came to a grinding halt. Without saying a word, Alex reached his right arm over his shoulder. The sword sheathed on his back was not like a normal blade. He crafted it himself with precise ingenuity. On the hilt of the sword, a small handle stuck outward from the side. Alex grabbed hold of the handle and pulled the sword from his back. The blade itself was rather short, only a little over fifteen inches in length. Attached from the bottom end of the hilt was a series of firm, leather straps, which Alex quickly fitted along his arm just above his elbow. Alex had been taught from day one that

There was no way Elena would survive him now, and that fact delighted me. “Alex will be fine,” I reassured him, straining my spine as I lifted his limp weight and dragged him towards the den. “Tell him to show you where the silver weapons are.” Alexander called out to me, while he licked his lips and stalked like a predator towards Elena, who was bleeding out from where her arms had been ripped off. Good! I was quite tired of her and her endless tricks. Clearly, Alexander had had enough too. There was an ancient brown and gold chaise chair on the left side of the den’s entrance, so I pulled Adam towards it, lifting him up onto it. There was blood everywhere like a gruesome crime scene, and I