Bandit's Blood Curved Sword Novels & Stories

Barshan growled then vowed, “And so are the men working with him. I won’t stop until I get her back.” “We’re right there beside you, my brother,” Yuri assured him. Barshan looked up and saw Sazon limping toward him. His head was bandaged and his right hand was wrapped in gauze but the look in his eyes matched the one in Barshan’s own eyes. One that promised vengeance. Sometime Later…

“Even with your belly ripped open, you still cling to life.” Bending down, Huang Fu brought his face within a mere inch of Xiu Jian’s bowed head, close enough to hear the ragged, desperate gasps of his foe. Huang Fu’s eyes gleamed as he watched Xiu Jian grimace in unbearable pain. Scarlet trickled from Xiu Jian’s temple, sliding down toward his eye. With a swift motion, Huang Fu reached for the sacred blade at Xiu Jian’s left hip—the legendary sword sheathed in a scabbard adorned with golden dragon carvings.

Blood flowed freely, but instead of dripping to the ground, it twisted and coiled mid-air, forming a grotesque, pulsing sword in his hand. Danial, still struggling with the curse’s effects, stared at the scene, dumbfounded. “Did... did I just witness a live suicide attempt? What the hell is this guy doing?” The blood sword solidified, its surface shimmering like liquid metal. The blade seemed alive, its surface rippling like liquid, exuding a vicious aura. The hooded figure’s grin widened unnaturally, stretching across his face. “Now witness true power!” he declared, his voice filled with a maniacal glee.

In total, there were more than twenty individuals, among them ten were eighth-levels. "Young man, it seems you're not just an ordinary eighth-level expert," the sturdy and tall man said as he walked toward Adrian. Stepping out of the shadows, Adrian noticed a curved blade hanging from his waist. The scabbard of the curved blade was adorned with various gemstones, giving it a resplendent appearance. To the casual observer, it might seem like a decorative sword, but Adrian could sense a strong bloody aura emanating from it. In other words, there was no shortage of souls claimed by this precious blade.

She closed her eyes and let out a sigh, she was done. The fight had ended. Timmy Stormblood (two hundred thousand perus) had defeated Deputy Officer Eithne Short-eye (two hundred thousand perus). ... Billy Drakens reached for his swords, Gravemaker and Ritual Warblade. Opposite him was the Deputy Officer Lothar Sun. Bill Drakens was an occasional dual blade weilder, his two swords were both cursed blades. Cursed weapons were told to harbour demons within them, or at least that was what the rumors told.

"What are you saying?! That's how many they were when they wiped out six of our groups!" Curtis cut short the taunts. "Enough talk. Let's finish this." His sword flashed, and the battle began. He moved with a terrifying efficiency, two or three bandits falling with each precise strike. The bandit leader, desperate, bellowed, "Take down Curtis first!" Nine men charged, but Ryull and Skoll were already upon them, their brutal assault shattering the bandits' ranks. "Boss, those aren't ordinary wolves," a terrified bandit gasped, "They never leave Curtis's side!" The leader cursed, realizing Curtis's stamina was superhuman; he'd been fighting relentlessly since the previous night.

Senika said at last, his voice quieter now… but far more dangerous. “She is still coming.” A slow, cold dread pooled in the pit of the cloaked figure’s stomach. Behind him, the moonstone flickered. “Even weakened,” Senika continued, gazing out over the dead lands, “the Crescent warriors continue to present the biggest threat in this war.” His fingers curled slightly against the balcony rail. “My men have created lore. Rumors.” A faint, cruel smile touched his cracked lips. “Stories that they have been given… special powers.”

“I bring you something worth waiting for.” Ivy arched a brow. “Another trinket? Or did you finally find a diversion better than the tavern girls?”My smile was thin, secretive. “Neither. I found her.” At that, both women straightened. “The hybrid?” Valentina asked quietly. I nodded slowly. “She’s with the Shadow Mountain pack. I smelled her blood tonight.” His voice lowered, hungry with memory. “It is not wolf’s blood alone. Forbidden, and yet… intoxicating.”

It was not the regular kitchen knife, this one, had a slant shape on the edge and was very sharp. “Move away.” I grunted amidst the struggle as I told Selene who slowly obeyed, although very confused. But this person had taken that as a cue and cornered me so that now, he was on top of me and the edge of his knife was already resting against my neck while I struggled to toss him away from on top of me. I kicked against his knee, a grunt escaped him as he weakly shifted away from me but as soon as he tried to climb me again, I punched him in the guts and grabbed my sword that had rolled over.

DOMINIC “So, is that everything about her?” Dominic asked, not looking up from the file on his desk. Scorpion..real name Raymond..stood across from him, arms crossed behind his back. People in the underworld feared him too, not just because of the way he killed, but because of the man he served. Everyone called him Scorpion because his sting was always silent… but deadly. “Yes, boss,” Scorpion replied. “That’s everything we could find.Amara is just Nineteen years old, No training, looks decent and harmless, But there’s something off.”