Birthright Sword Novels & Stories

Nero slowly but willfully walked towards me, sword in hand. He stopped a few steps in front of me and stretched his hands out towards me. The shadows became more aggressive, tearing away at his skin. Tears dripping down my eyes, I took the sword from his hand. I then proceeded to do the last ritual. It was only justifiable that whatever part of him that fought to be alive, saw the true birth of the sword. He was after all, it’s mother. Cutting open my left wrist with the sword, I watched as blood dripped on the sword causing it to glow brightly.

He jumped up and slammed his hands against the pummel to drive the sword deeper. Bastion yelped aloud and stumbled backwards. Bloodchild turned to face him. Bastion fell to his knees. Alpha couldn’t stand to see such an honorable Bitten taken down by this coward. “Surely if his armor is enchanted so is that sword.” He rushed Bastion and yanked the sword out and in one fell swoop he thrust the sword deeply into Bloodchild’s chest.

I anxiously tried to stop them, but Jared suddenly snatched Larry's baton and smashed it on me, knocking me to the ground. He was seething with rage. "No wonder…it's the same in the past—you two are in this together, trying to deceive me!" I was shocked to realize that Jared was also reborn. No wonder he had insisted that I was lying on the phone despite not asking for his help this time. But as blood poured out from my body, my head began to spin, and I could barely speak. All I could do was lie there, struggling weakly. Jared took in a deep breath and clamped his hand tightly on my wrist. "Do you know what the consequences of hurting the daughter of the Spencer family are?

"I have a very important matter that needs to be discussed with you" " What is it? ". " They know about the swords".She turned to me. "Who knows about the sword and how and there are two? ". "I can not tell you who they are. With time you will get to know. Yes there are two. The Sword of Sacrifice is the other one. One of your enemy's ancestors used to work for me. One of them deceived me so I banned them from coming on my land. If their ancestors had not served me so long I would have removed their existence by now" She was fuming by now as if remembering the incident has made her blood boil. She composed herself .

It had lost control of the Rusted Sword. "The white brilliance is the primordial Sword Spirit Embryo, which is the most primitive foundation for the formation of the Sword Spirit in every divine sword. It has no consciousness or soul. It is only a cluster of spiritual Qi and the embodiment of the vitality of a sword." The Sword Master's voice sounded and he explained, "Only the divine sword that can produce the Sword Spirit Embryo can obtain a will really belonging to itself. Once the owner of the sword forms a connection and resonance with this will, he can reach the realm of the unity of man and sword. He can control the divine sword at will and exert the greatest power of the sword." With

I reached for the Original Rejection. I took the Sovereign-Fang—the weapon that had grown from the Hunt, the Soul, and the Design—and I didn't strike my father. I Struck the Legacy. I drove the blade of red-gold sinew into the "Paternal Blueprint" on the obsidian floor. I didn't try to save my father; I Invalidated the Birthright. "I AM THE DAUGHTER YOU CAN NEVER CONTROL!" I roared, the White Light of the Origin erupting from my spirit not as a sun, but as a Tidal Wave of Raw, Un-Inheritable Anarchy.

She had laughed and said, "Whatever. I only wanted a child from her, but she's ridiculously fertile, popping out babies one pregnancy after another. "Besides, she's the one taking the physical toll of the pregnancy, and I didn't feel a thing when giving birth. So when I thought about it, getting a few extra sons for free isn't such a bad deal. "The whole system game was quite fun. It's just a shame she died so quickly, or I could have kept playing with her a little longer." Her vicious cruelty and complete lack of morals were what drove me to such a tragic end. Why? What right did she have to treat me this way?

"Che, come now," he commands and takes off jogging at a slow pace so Che can keep up. Running the child into the ground will be a good start to his coming punishment. Che takes a last look at me before deciding his only chance to continue living is with King. When the noise of their departure fades to small animals and crickets, I drop Ruth on her head a few inches from the ground. She tumbles into a scrambled mix of arms, legs, and curses that shouldn't come from the mouth of a ten-year-old. I casually step forward, my boot landing on her hair. She beats at my leg which I barely feel. "This is how easy you are to kill. For some reason you don't get that. I could easily kick your head in, an

"I've never understood why you treat me and Peter so differently. I used to comfort myself that maybe it was because I'm the eldest son, so you were overly strict with me. But now I understand that you hate me, you're incredibly harsh on me not to toughen me up, but because I'm not one of the Webb family's children." Mr. Webb Sr. puffed on his cigar, looking at him. "Who has been filling your head with this nonsense?" "No one has been filling my head with anything." Thomas replied, his emotions rising. "Kisa has been searching for her brother who has a blood-red birthmark on his chest and a bracelet. So please explain, what's the deal with the birthmark on my chest and this bracelet?" Mr. We

Sheraphina whispered tightly, “What did it say?” Thomas closed his eyes. “‘Your daughter’s orphan is of age. Return what belongs to us.’” Sheraphina went still. Completely still. Daughter’s orphan. Of age. Return what belongs to us. She felt her breath break. “Grandpa… what am I supposed to return?” He held her face gently, with trembling hands. “Not you, my child.” He whispered like a vow. “Never you. They cannot have you.” But she could see it in his eyes.