Amber Sword Novels & Stories

The cold aura around her made the Knights stopped from attacking her. Fear filled in his eyes. “Wha- what do you mean?” He asked and step backward when the beautiful swords moved. “Oh, please, don't act so innocent.” She laughed and waved her hand and the swords went behind her. “These swords are called Ambush Eaters, made especially for your fam.” “Young Miss Soheila! This is treason! Attacking one of the Eudoxsus Clan will receive a punishment.” Elder Nathan shouted. Soheila turned to him and gave him a cold smirk. “This is nothing to do with the so-called Eudoxsus Clan, sir."

(It fits perfectly, okay). After packing, I took my sword and went outside to practice a bit while I was waiting for Justine to return. Before I started I studied my sword for the thousands time. It was actually very beautiful. It was silver with a blue reflection. On the blade was engraved; my daughter. It was engraved in a beautiful cursive font, above the scripture was an infinity symbol made of sapphires. The hilt was very comfortable in my hand, and the sword itself felt like an extension of my arm. The length and build of the sword were perfect.

Robb said to Elex and led him out of the room . While Amaria and Teresa explored the dagger and bow and arrow sections. Dove looked around the sword section, wondering, 'Where is it?' She ran into Robb when she turned around. "What are you looking for?" he asked, tilting his head. ” Dove exhaled and mumbled, "Hailstorm" " The sword late Alpha Authur welded ?" Robb inquired, and Dove nodded. He sighed, and apologised, "I'm sorry It was sold to another customer years ago."

Upon noticing her, the three men immediately straightened their backs and gave her a quick salute without saying anything. Holding her hand, she kissed the ring that bore the Eagle insignia that marks their family. HER family. The scarf suddenly wobbled, and slid down her rotund arms as it slowly transformed itself into a big white fox. It opened it's eyes and revealed a pair of deep blue irises as it looked to it's master. "Elizabeth," it spoke.

Turning in Rebeca’s direction, Selene asked in a curious tone, “What kind of sword is this? It is not an ordinary sword.” “Of course this is the blessed sword of Seraphim. Only a few high-rank angels have the power and ability to use it. It can destroy all dark energy with a single touch of it,” Rebeca explained till looking in the direction of Dad. What next happened was unexpected for all of us. Dad charged Armaros with that sword and in a swift motion, he cut two wings of Armaross with that Sword and surprisingly Armaros couldn’t even dodge his attack. He was faster than him.

Aleister wondered out loud, clearly impressed by the witch's armory. Ruby pressed a certain button on the wall and the shelf lined with knives separated like a sliding door presenting a variety of scythes. There was a scythe entirely made out of fishbone, there was an ill-proportioned one with a heart-shaped ruby and thorns, he saw another scythe where the blade is completely made out of ice making him wonder how it hadn't melted yet, one impressive scythe had a golden handle styled as a dragon and from its mouth protrudes a crimson metal. The weapon bore great power and he can feel it merely by looking at its blade. Aleister then noticed a black scythe that made shivers run up his spine. Th

"Why do not we begin, folks? I think it is time for the main event." Ambrosius pulls out a beautifully crafted dagger before cutting his palm then gently taking my hand. The blade goes over my skin, drawing blood, but I barely feel it as I look into Ambrosius' gorgeous amber eyes. "ISLA!! THEY ARE COMING!!!" Axe comes barreling through the woods, covered in blood.

His robe fluttered about, carrying an enormous silver divine halberd on his back. Her long hair was fluttering, and her eyes were like lightning. He had an extraordinary charm. One could tell from the blush on those pretty faces of some female disciples. Behind him, Zephyr Khan saw Vert Murray and the others. "Brother..." Amber and the others were pleasantly surprised to see their senior brother of their main peak, which made their original aggravation dissipate at once.. As for Zephyr Khan, he looked at the man with the silver halberd on his back.

He still had a scar over his left eye where the wineglass she hurled at him shattered too close for safety. Rhychard glanced down at the Guardian Sword in his numb hand. The blade had returned to cold bronze. The broadsword, his inheritance from a dying elf, had an intricate design of vines engraved around the edges. Faeries cross, a stone resembling the bark of an ancient pine, encased the pommel. The stone supposedly helped him to draw upon the elemental magic around him, protecting him against the Void and its denizens. The Guardian Sword held the memories and skills of a dozen previous Warriors who wielded the blade before him. He wondered if the Seelie knew the number thirteen was bad l

I cleared the first 50 meters, taking a rough corner that snagged my shirt just a bit when I saw a flash of something move. Getting into a kneeling position I let my fingers release the small throwing dagger from the pocket of my pants. I gripped it ready to fly it to my target when suddenly my dominant arm was ripped down by a German Shephard. The vicious beast shook me with all his might and caused me to fall backward. I felt it's teeth sank into my flesh and I groaned in both pain and frustration. I wasn't expecting this to be a part of the hunt tonight.