Alexander's Sword Novels & Stories

I knew what it meant, so I stayed calm. “Finally! My love, I have come to rescue you.” Xander said. Who the fuck says that anymore? What is this? A Shakespeare movie? “Oh, Xander you are my hero. Let us get out of here now. I am sure my parents will respect my wishes.” Alex said. Alex's voice held so much humor and sarcasm that I wondered how everyone completely missed it. Like seriously. She is like the queen of sarcasm. "I am sure your parents will not. What the hell Alex? you are not going anywhere with that disgusting monster." Alex's father said in a stern voice.

“You are becoming inconveniently persistent.” Daniel raised his blade. “Step away from him.” Gregory pressed the knife deeper. Alexander’s jaw clenched, but he did not make a sound. “Careful,” Gregory said. “His wolf core is barely holding. A little more silver, and he collapses before your healer reaches him.” I looked at Alexander. “You were told to stay in bed.” His mouth twitched faintly. “You were busy.” “This is not the moment to be charming.” “I know.”

He needed to end this, and quickly, lest Mika take advantage and win. Boro closed his eyes and opened his mind, he was the void. He felt the air stir as Mika moved in to capitalize on this moment, thinking Boro had given up. He was dead wrong, Boro felt the blade move through the rising daylight, and moved his body almost as if on its own, without thought, acting on pure instinct. His blade, the same type of single edged sword his father had used, the one that he had named Honor, moved as if to block Mika's but instead he ducked, and moved around it, weaving under the path of the blade, and at the last second he turned his own so that the flat of it struck Mika on his wrist, breaking it clea

I explained as I called the sword back to me. I stiffened as it stayed in his hands. King Alexander looked down at the sword and back up at me with a raised eyebrow. They probably thought I was lying. "Can you give it to Alax so I can." King Alexander was lifting up his hand to silence me "No need. I'll test it out." He stated as he handed it to Alax who teleported out. King Alexander opened up his hand like he was willing the sword to come and within seconds it was in his hand again.

I hope I get the chance. “Let her go,” Alexander commands with his baritone voice. Coltain finally pulls his sword away from me, stepping forward to block me from Alexander. He raises his sword in answer, and my wolf growls furiously at the sight of someone threatening our mate. “Come get her.” Coltain swings first, and when their swords clang together, I realize Coltain’s is made of silver. Alexander does, too, and his movements become more defensive as he avoids so much as a nick from his opponent’s blade.

They were so deep to the point even his bones could be seen. Not even Hercules could contend against two at once, let alone hundreds of experts? Brittany shouted urgently, “Alex, hurry up and go. You can definitely get out by yourself!” Alex’s eyes became colder. “I’m fine! I just don’t want to go on a killing spree.” Swoosh! Swoosh! Swoosh! As he said that, the Sword of the Universe, the Seven Blades of Death and the Breaking Point of the Dragon’s Bane of Thirty-Six floated in front of him.

The knives were all freshly sharpened, and that particular one was one of my favorites. “Alexei, stop” she begged, seeing the familiar knife. It was one that my father got me on my eighteenth birthday, twelve years ago. The knife would cut through a muscle in seconds, and knowing that, Claire knew what was to come or more specifically, what to expect.

Alaric, Ned, and Rheniera stood in front of us. “My, my, you have Esther’s wolves on your side.” He said, raising an eyebrow. “Even the bastard who thinks that he can be king? You really do amaze me, child.” “I am not a child.” I said, and he scoffed before pulling a knife out of his pocket. His eyes met mine and I watched as he raised the knife to throw. Alessandro pulled me away, forcing me to bend, but I couldn’t help but frown when I heard a groan. It was Jin, and my eyes widened before my heart dropped to my stomach when I watched his body fall to the ground as blood poured from it. “One down, how about we proceed with the rest? As it seems to me that neither one of you is willing to ba

Hidden on the back of the painting were two swords she had hidden sometime ago along with other swords everywhere in the palace for situation like this " ah" a sharp pain hit Celeas back " what is it now?" She tryed to put her hand on her back, when she felt something wet " blood" Celea couldn't understand what was going on but she couldn't stop now. She had people she needed to protect Celea took the swords and went outside with the hope to find a witch to teleport her on the battlefield and there she was Andrea " Andrea!" Celea called and the witch turned to face were the voice was coming from

As approach the centre of the battlefield, I hear his rough voice “Search the field for the injured and tend to their wound immediately. If anyone finds one of these fuckers alive, keep him that way and take him or her to the dungeons. Pick up our dead and lay them beside their Alpha and Luna. I will not have any pack member laying in this filth” I look in the direction of his voice and only see a blood-covered back. He is carrying someone. By the looks of it, it is someone important. I don’t know why the scene makes me so emotional, but all I want to do is help.