Black Haired Swordmaster Novels & Stories

He was strikingly handsome. His companion was the opposite with a rugged face, bushy eyebrows, and eyes as wide as saucers. He had the build of a warrior, broad-shouldered and sturdy, with a legendary sword slung over his back, radiating an aura of ferocity. Their prowess matched the reports from Blood Rakshasa. The handsome man had achieved the martial knight ultimate mastery, while his comrade had reached martial knight peak mastery. "I've always heard tales of Rackaham Master Howard's exceptional beauty. Indeed, they don't do you justice!" The tall man was Baldwin, the revered leader of the Mystic Shades Sect.

The Spirit Master surnamed Tai erupted with violent might as his already muscular body stretched. Grey fur covered his back and his palms turned coarse and wide. His short hair seemed to grow from the sides of his cheeks as he started beating his chest. The Spirit Master surnamed Bai gave a surprising chirp. His physique didn't change much aside from the light blue feathers growing out of his arms sneaking out through his sleeves. He even held a pair of sharp daggers in his hand.

The next following morning the Crown Prince had an early morning to train with his grandmaster on sword fighting. His grandmaster is a world renowned swordsman, legendary in the Dragon’s power, gifted in poetry and literature, and master of military strategies. Grandmaster, Don Shui, also trained the Emperor when he was young as well. He is now in his early fifties. He have long white hair and a long white beard. Bella didn’t know she was supposed to bring his sword, forgotten it and ran back to his courtyard to get it. When she returned, he was being yelled at by his master.

I thought the priests weren't targets, so why? But my own situation became too urgent to worry about other people. I was the one in real danger. I was the unlucky villainess for God's sake. Alistair wielded his enormous sword, taking a powerful swing at the troops of Soma who approached him. The sword started to rumble at that moment. An aura the same color as Alistair's silver hair started to cover the sword. Sword master. I knew that he was supposed to be the youngest sword master in the empire's history. But witnessing it myself was still amazing.

I walked slowly closer to Rocky, who had weakened. “This is your sword, master Theo.” Franz handed a long black box to me. My left hand grabbed my beloved weapon, then stroked the white iron to research its sharpness. My lips were drawn to form a grin as our eyes stared at each other. “Your organization will never be comparable to Black Lotus. The lesson this time is not to wake up a wolf who is sleeping quietly in his territory,” I said firmly, right in front of his face. I lifted my sword in the air, then said, “Say my greetings to The God.”

The young master of the sword sect glared angrily at the evil man. "Eighth sword technique, god-slashing sword!" shouted the young master of the sword sect, and a sword symbol appeared on his forehead and a giant sword appeared from the sky. When he saw the giant sword that appeared in the sky, the evil man's face changed. He immediately threw the young master of the sword sect hard and then held the giant sword using the skeletal hand that had been pressing down on the young master of the sword sect.

"Clan Sköll? Det er ikke mulig. Sköll-klanen forsvant i min fars tid. (That's not possible. The Sköll Clan disappeared in my father's time.)" The sword disappeared from his neck as did the boots from his back. Taking these actions as permission, Brand slowly turned over and sat up. He first saw the large warrior draped in multiple furs and with an ax in his hand and a longsword strapped to his back. The man's black eyes bore into his, daring him to make one wrong move so he could play with his favorite toy and remove Brand's heart from his chest with it.

That pleasure surged through me like a tide, and I couldn't help laughing out loud. At nine in the morning, Oliver sent me a video. In it, Jason stood in the middle of the conference room, drenched in sweat, staring helplessly at the error-filled code projected on the screen. "Jason, aren't you an algorithm expert?" Peter's mocking voice came through the video. "This little problem shouldn't be too hard for you, should it?" Jason's face was ashen. His lips trembled, but no words came out. "I… I need time to analyze it…"

Shoes, bags, and phones lay scattered across the floor. No bodies. A man stood on a raised platform at the centre. Tall. Broad-shouldered. Long dark coat. A scar crossed one side of his mouth. He held a curved blade in each hand. His eyes were not red. They were amber. Wolf eyes. Raiken stopped. The stranger smiled. “Tide King.” Hayate entered behind us, blade ready. “Daigo Blackthorn.” The name changed the air. Daigo looked at him. “Still serving crowns?”

Huh? "You're my slave. My personal slave and I'm the master here. I use you the way I want. Now, do your job if you don't want to regret having a tongue." He stated to her icily and stretched his arms out again as Sophia swallowed the lump down her throat and loosed his robe's belt, undressing him. "Now, that's a good girl." Ice Pick made a small silly smile and smirked. She finished taking off his clothes including the briefs he was putting on as he stood huge and naked before him with tattoos on his right arm and below his abdomen.