Artorias Sword Novels & Stories

Abraham was shook, and blood sputtered from his lower lip. He looked at Kabir with widened eyes who had his arms surrendered showing a ring in his middle finger which had caused bursting of Abraham's lip. "You kept punching me. You should have known this was coming." He pointed to his split lip. Abraham spat blood again and then walked inside the washroom. *** Minahil was looking at Arya with a disgusted face who was bitterly crying. "Stop this melodrama, Arya, for God's sake," she whisper yelled. Arya cried even more bitterly. "You are so heartless, Minahil. I'm going out of my country, my home."

"The Rothschilds are expecting perfection. You will give it to them." "What if they see through me?" "They will not." She met my eyes in the mirror. "Because you are not pretending to be someone else. You are simply showing them the best version of yourself." "The version that costs fifty thousand dollars in clothing and jewelry?" "The version that is strong enough to stand beside Declan Westcott without flinching." She squeezed my shoulders. "You are ready, Hartley. Trust yourself." A knock at the door made my heart jump. Vivian opened it, revealing Declan in a perfectly tailored tuxedo that made him look like he had stepped out of a magazine. His eyes found me, and something shifted in his

"You can't run from the Loom, Rebecca!" The voice boomed from the sky. I looked up and saw Ada, but she was twenty feet tall, her face a distorted mask of porcelain and thorns poking out of her skin. She was wielding a giant pair of silver scissors, the blades snapping shut with a sound like a guillotine. Snip. Snip. Snip. "Joshua doesn't want a saint," she hissed, her shadow stretching over me like a shroud. "He wants a wife. And you... you’re just a loose thread that should be taken care of."

My heart kicked into overdrive and I had to force myself to keep the pace. Yes. We're so close to getting them back, so close to moving on with this case I can almost taste the steel around Mr Tibe’s wrist. We both flanked the door, and taking a deep breath I gave Reed the signal for us to go on three. One. Reed’s hands were steady, probably from the quiet self-reassurance that he was not really shooting to stun or disarm, like we were supposed to. ‘They can't get me if they're dead’, I'd heard him joke.

That way, he was able to explain why both he and the boy carried swords that otherwise would have only been owned by a knight or a nobility. “My father taught us to be polite, my lady, for the lords and knights who bought swords from him.” “Hm.” Aurora muttered. “It matters not. I refuse to delve into the Forest with a stranger.” Archer bowed his head. Old Maude tutted, a sound that is increasingly becoming familiar. “Now, now. Like I said, Theobald, I will do my best to heal your brother, with or without the flower.” “Thank you, kind lady.”

A guard with a shaved head and a black rubber apron stood over me, electric clippers buzzing like an angry hornet. "No," I wheezed. "Not my hair. Please." "You don't have a name, no hair, no identity when you're here. You are just 402," the guard said, grabbing the back of my neck like a vice. "In the Forge, pretty is weak." "My father is Don Moretti! He'll kill you for this!" The guard laughed, dry and nasty. "Your father paid for this package, kid. Premium. He told us to shatter your ego. Shave it all off."

“The stab wound to her abdomen doesn’t seem to have hit any major organs, but it did cut an artery. Leila has lost a lot of blood. She has been taken to the theatre and the surgeons will try to repair the artery. She has lost a significant amount of blood though.” “Wait, what do you mean TRY to repair?” I felt anger burning deep inside. To TRY and deceive Leola was not good enough, she had to be saved one way or another.

Here they go again with their questions and answers phases. "I need to go." It was too soon for Archer to go back home, he hasn't wrapped up his artwork but he has to ignore her. He can work on it at home, thinking that he has finally found his missing piece. However, it feels like it doesn't seem right for him. He is deeply aware that Selah is not like his typical girl, she is not his type and it makes him even more confused about himself.

BLADE'S POV I had been at the balcony staring at the beautiful constellations when she had walked towards the horsemen fountain which was one of my favorite artwork in the house and was also Dexter's most hated artwork. The cool breeze had swept her golden blonde hair across her face making her more enticing to my wolf. "Just stop it!" I snapped at Jordan. The fact that she wasn't terrified by the scary ten foot tall horsemen statues by the fountain made me develop an instant liking towards her.

She withdraws the sharp edge and thrust it once again on him. The dungeon is filled with turmoil as everybody flew to rescue the prisoner, the predator hastily ran for her life and they could not catch her. Theodore Elliot clenches his fist in terrific anger, "Prepare the watchmen, guard the entire borders and search for Sage Williams. I want her dead!" Due to his outburst, he clenched his fist as he gritted his teeth, "I abhor traitors," He asserted in resentment.