Novel & Cerita Belmont Sword

"Bringing you two here is one of my plans. In case we have no other choice but to face war.” While saying this, Karl opened the wooden box, showing Stephen as well as Veronica the contents inside the wooden box. A sword with beautiful carvings on the handle of the sword, glistened in Veronica's eyes until Veronica had to squint her eyes because of the glare. “Woah, this is really beyond my expectations…,” Karl blinked happily when he saw the sword. Karl's fingers slowly touched the surface of the blade with enthusiasm. “As if it feels like this sword was made only for me…”

Violette, who knows the safe rank would be silent, everyone thought she was crazy under her shabby old and full clothes of warp, she dressed only in black, and the wave of wool, which covered more than half of her face, hid her pure femininity, no one saw her brown hair curls, no one discerned her eyes bright with a clear blue, and she had become a wicked woman had offended the world in every way, but the one who endured so kindly was the Duchess of Livorno, a young lady hidden from prying eyes, but exceedingly beautiful in the light of the opaque, who made Luigi d'Ampezzo look an indr perfectly finished, but the duchess did not show herself to anyone and knew Ferroni's secret that the great

“I’ll sort it out. Tell you all about it later. Thank you, Sarah.” Sort it out. Right. “Alpha Russel, Luna Christy, members of the Goldhawk pack, this is Bellmouth and the Headless Horseman, here by my Mate’s request. Good boy, Bellmouth. Mr Horseman, thank you for coming.” The horseman draws his sword, a long and thin one with a fancy cup bit over his hand and twiddly bits sticking out around the cup. He’s only saluting with it. He puts it right back in its scabbard afterwards.

Not me. “Is this really okay? Your sword looks expensive. I think I might break it.” I said to him. “Nah, this sword is indestructible. Give it a swing if you like.” Hearing those confident words, I turned and faced an empty area as I remove the sword out from its sheath. It’s a single-edged sword— a falchion sword, I think. Wait a second. Why does this sword feel so familiar…? Where have I seen it before?

Gideon asked. “One weapon but no firearms,” Austin said with an exhale, and Jace looked at him with a raised brow. “Nick Belmont is skilled with a sword, Austin! He's a Master of Blades," He stated in concern, and I gasped in disbelief. Shrugging casually, my mate seemed unperturbed and grinned smugly while I gave him a look of concern. “And I'm a Master of surprise, my friend, trust me,” Austin responded with a smirk, then he added, “Get my mate's training completed and I want her to have her master's by this weekend, along with her completed tattoo.”

" She said. She glanced back at Nicklaus who has taken the spear from his back but he was bleeding profusely. “ It is time to die. “ Bellamy muttered sadly. She used her eyes to control the sword in Cole's hand and she hugged Dagon which was unexpected and immediately the sword went through her and Dagon. " My blood is the only thing that can kill you. “ She smiled painfully. " You........ “ He couldn't finish his sentence before he turned to ashes. " Ahh! “ Everyone was still in shock of what just happened. " Bells! “ Arleta was the first to recover and she ran to her. " Bellamy. “ Archer said. " Why would you do that? “ Arleta asked. Nicklaus and Sebastian were too weak to go her but Nickl

The Silver Sword shines so brightly that it reflects in the rooms The old men didn't know what could reflect so brightly like that, they came out and saw what was going on They were shocked to the bone, Gavin had to rub his eyes to be sure he wasn't seeing double Jonas already knew what was going on cause it is said that something like this would happen Lamia held the sword up high and was examining it Uncle it's a silver sword! he shouted out to them Yes my boy and it belongs to your grandfather, your father uses it in battle till the day he died Jonas said

The sword was blood-red, emanating a faintly sinister aura. Adrian was taken aback. This sword was no ordinary weapon. It was an evil sword possessed by a malicious spirit. “That’s quite a sword you have there,” Adrian remarked with a cold smile. Andy replied coldly, “You have a good eye for weapons. But if you think you can challenge me, you’re sorely mistaken. I suggest you surrender now.” Andy’s words dripped with disdain. Despite being gravely injured and appearing weakened, he was convinced that Adrian was still no match for him.

With one of its wings drooping behind, he looked at the two forks in front of him secretly and asked the black and strong boy beside him. The black and strong boy seemed to be at the age of fifteen or sixteen, and he had an ordinary look. He wore a feather helmet, was topless, with strong muscles full with explosiveness and violent beauty. There were scary scars, old and new, some of which were still bleeding, on his body. A five-finger wide black belt was tied around his waist; beneath were peg-tops combat trousers and boots made from animal skin. A long black iron sword of about 4 meters in length was worn on the waist. The sword was heavy and it was four- fingers wide. A huge jade-colored

“Really good.” Blakeney smiled. “I thought it might. My weapon”—he indicated to the case adjacent—“will be the sword of Troy…more specifically, the blade that Aeneas carried to Rome, helping to found the Roman Empire. I figured they would be a good match.” He chuckled at the irony. “Get your shield and we’ll be on our way.” James bent down, lifted the shield, and strapped both sword and shield onto his back without thought. Huh? That’s weird. How’d I know to do that? He shook his head to clear it and followed Blakeney out of the Archives.