Belmont Sword Novels & Stories

I need my sword. Reaching behind my back, I feel the cool, smooth texture of my marking shift beneath my fingers. There’s a brief moment where the ink pulses, almost as if it’s alive, before it solidifies into the hilt of my sword. I draw it out, feeling the familiar weight settle into my hand. The blade hums with energy, a glowing blue that pulses in time with my heartbeat. This sword is mine, a part of me, born of my blood and soul. Athena’s gift, forged from my very essence.

Then he grabbed a belt another soldier was holding and unsheathed a longsword. Scarlett had never seen one close up, but she knew its name. Most of the women in Karai used smaller swords, poleaxes, axes, or lances. But a sword was just a piece of metal. The wielder had to know how to use it in order for it to be effective. “And what is your name, Mr.?” “Humbert,” he said, giving a small bow. “Fire… or magic tricks of any sort aren’t allowed.” “I won’t need any magic,” said Scarlett, smiling.

Then, he said, “I wanted to give you this sword but remembered that you’re the Dragon King that wields the Blade of Justice. It’s a fabled weapon that’s been handed down through the ages. It suits you very well.” “Oh,” James replied. “You may use this for practice. If you can’t master and the execute the third sword at least, you won’t be allowed to leave.” Bennett tossed the sword at James. James quickly reached out to catch it. Contrary to his expectations, the sword was heavy, and James did not manage to get a firm grip on it. It fell to the ground instantly. Clang! The impact kicked up the dust on the ground. James was startled that the sword that Bennett wielded with so much ease was so

Chris quickly turned swinging his sword just in time , over a dozen arrows had been shot at him. "Urgh." Chris let out a small grunt as one struck him in the thigh "Quite the nimble little guy aren't you?" "Sir Alexis Von Belschmit" Chris let out an audible groan and his shoulders slumped. 'Just when I thought this day could not get much worse' The towering mass of muscle was someone that always surpassed Christopher's expectations... Except how strong he was, that he definitely lived up to the image he played off. Apart from that he was actually quite the scholar, quick witted, was exceptional with pretty much any type of weaponry but most of all was extremely agile. 'You would think the Pl

For some reason, this feels a whole lot like a goodbye. The demon slowly descended from her throne, her movements soundless and smooth, her smile only growing wider as she languidly stretched her hand out in front of her… and before their very eyes, out of thin air, right from the gathering shadows itself, a sword–the Royal family's sword to be exact–was suddenly pulled forth from the depths of the darkness, Bellona’s blade was gleaming wickedly against the moonlight, still stained with fresh, dripping blood. Sir Hans Bathory had barely pulled his own sword out from the fallen body of one of her many beasts, listening to it grind against something as he pulled it free when he saw this happen

No, he just saw the titles. Remy: No, no. He has definitely READ the books. Meanwhile Midnight: *searching on G****e* where can I buy a real sword?

BLADE 3. Pain. It was all I felt when I shot my eyes opened. I felt so sore and tired. The memories of how Lorenzo plunged deeper into me last night filled my mind. He was so cruel to me. I didn't find any enjoyment in it at all. I tried lifting my hands and I was happy It was back to functioning. My tit hurts too as a result of the sucking he did last night.

He had to consider who he was fighting for. The thoughts that were spinning through his mind suddenly came to a grinding halt. Without saying a word, Alex reached his right arm over his shoulder. The sword sheathed on his back was not like a normal blade. He crafted it himself with precise ingenuity. On the hilt of the sword, a small handle stuck outward from the side. Alex grabbed hold of the handle and pulled the sword from his back. The blade itself was rather short, only a little over fifteen inches in length. Attached from the bottom end of the hilt was a series of firm, leather straps, which Alex quickly fitted along his arm just above his elbow. Alex had been taught from day one that

“Any good with swords?” “What t’ hell do you t’ink I do? Just horses and farming tools? I’m a metal smith. Not a damn butterfly. What do you want?” His accent meant he did not often pronounce the ‘th’ in his words and used just the letter ‘t’ instead. “Be nice,” Kenward murmured to the smith. “I was. I didn’t once bring yer mother’s reputation int’ question, my Lord.” Kemp handed over three single handed swords, one bearded axe and one broadsword.

Due to their work, they rarely saw each other and since Vailan is occupied with the east monsters, he is ordering Duke Schit to kill them before they maximize in number. The sword that Vailan gave to her, from the Seven Mountains, has been serving her for over a week already. Vailan called for mages to quickly dissipate Mr. Sword’s toxins and poisons in his body and now he’s standing beside Dallan. His white sword hung around his waist with his arms crossed. Although he doesn’t have a kind manner, at least his skills are far better than any knight. Of course, Dev and he might be on par in terms of strength and skills.