Black Swordsman Novels & Stories

In his hand, he gripped a lethal-looking sword, the blade pointed at a crumpled, bleeding figure that could only be Robert. My tormentor knelt before his Alpha, one hand clutching a knife while the other stopped the flow of blood from a savage wound in his gut. The other pack members had formed a loose ring around their two, their eyes locked on the fight unfolding before them. Even Mr. Blackwood observed from the shade of a broad umbrella. "Quit your moaning and fight me," James growled, advancing on the frozen Robert. "A real Alpha owns up to his mistakes." Robert spat a curse, glaring up at his cousin through bloodshot eyes. "You are the best swordsman in the entire world, but you are fig

Watching him made me wonder how much of him was armor and how much was the real person. A group of men were lifting bikes onto stands, working in tandem. I tried to keep my distance but noticed Blake moving toward them, issuing a command here, a correction there. The men responded instantly, no argument, no hesitation. There was respect there. Fear, maybe, but mostly respect. He had that kind of presence. And then there was me.

… Refined Blade Dojo was located along the street filled with gyms and dojos. Inside one of the training rooms, shouts could be heard. “Aaaargh!” Agonizing groans sounded one after another. Disciples of the Refined Blade Clan, in full kendo equipment that only revealed the eyes and covered the entire body, were sent hurtling three meters away and could not get up. In the center was a young man in black karate uniform and a bamboo sword. Clap. Clap. Clap. Slow claps came from the entrance. Aiden, in white karate uniform, appeared at the entrance with a smile. He said, “Speed reigns supreme in martial arts. As expected of the Refined Blade Slash.

Ram, Nand, and Vipula were locked in their own fierce battles. The masked man's followers swarmed them, but each team member stood resilient, their unique weapons turning the tide in their favor. Ram wielded a double-edged sword, its blade humming with energy. He moved with a ferocity that belied his calm demeanor, each swing of his sword sending enemies sprawling. His strikes were precise, each blow calculated to incapacitate rather than kill, reflecting his disciplined nature. As attackers closed in, he parried and countered with an almost supernatural speed, the sword's glow illuminating his path through the chaos.

But with the belt, Axe started swinging for them, slapping the leather against one of their necks before striking him hard across the chest, causing him to fall onto the floor, wheezing loudly. As the next guy rushed for him, he slapped the belt against his eyes, beating the daylight out of his sight. Holding her breath, Leia watched as Axe swung the belt with precision and force, each strike hitting its mark with a sickening thud. The room was filled with the sound of screams, both from the thugs and the guests, who were now cowering in fear. With each hit, Axe's eyes were cold, his movements fluid and calculated as he fought off the attackers. He was like a predator, taking down his prey w

Aziz murmured a snarky remark, so only I could hear. I didn’t spare him a glance, instead. “Uncle, do you want me to?” “Yes,” Eren said. “Bring the scimitar.” I took the other curved blade from its box. Not a hellblade flashing a ruby, just good old steel. The old man’s eyes lit when it flashed. He set the cane aside with his thumb stroking the curve of the blade. “Magnificent,” he breathed. “This blade looks so good. Can you fix it up for me before purchase? sharpen it, nothing vulgar since it is a gift.”

The robot’s chest plate began to drip, molten metal falling to the floor with sizzling plops. “Clear visual!” Willz yelled. Mello, finally finished, held up his sketchbook. He had drawn not a bazooka, but a long, wicked-looking katana with a serrated edge. “I hear you, brother!” Bryan, his energy clearly flagging, gasped out, “Make the final move!” Willz’s scythe appeared in his hands in a swirl of shadow. Mello’s drawing glowed, and the katana materialized before him, dropping into his grip.

I nodded and went to work seeing which one I seemed to have a gift for. I was sweating from every pore on my small body I had found a liking to the short sword and a katana. Blake thought it would be fitting to add some throwing knives. Sarin and Carden were already and Blake was all dressed to the nines for this battle. My brothers were on the far side of the room sheathing their weapons. My body was still flowing with raging angry power therefore my tattoos were a bright healthy glow.

’ Jones says with a very grave voice. His voice at the moment is nothing I have heard before. His voice echoes when he speaks and his face, his face has turned completely different. His body is the same but he now has a wide wing of different colors spread at his back and his eyes are now glowing, his eyes are shining like a ray of light from a torch. And his body is covered in some complicated tattoos . He looks so angry right now. In fact, he looks so scary, like he could just kill me now but I unexpectedly find him so hot right now.