Black Swordsman Novels & Stories

As the sword swung down, Princess Chu screamed in refusal to accept Tian Sen’s death and tried to stop the villain, but he clearly didn’t care—he was already too angry and filled with hatred for Tian Sen. Swish… SLASSSHHHH… “Hehehe, you’re finally… Eh? Why didn’t it cut through?” The criminal was shocked to see that his sword hadn’t reached Tian Sen’s neck; strangely, he saw his sword and hand flying away from him. When he came to his senses again, his hand had been severed by a black sword with a dragon symbol on its hilt. The man’s expression immediately shifted to one of excruciating pain; he even writhed on the ground.

The first clash shattered the silence. Kael moved like a storm breaking loose—fast, precise, relentless. His blade cut through the air with lethal intent, aimed straight for the figure standing between him and Ren. But it never landed. The moment steel should have met flesh— It met shadow. The figure dissolved, their body unraveling into a mass of dark tendrils that twisted away from Kael’s strike like smoke slipping through fingers. The blade passed harmlessly through, leaving nothing but rippling darkness in its wake.

Her sight is not that good already, thanks do their unpleasant laugh she can detect where they are. The cutthroat in the middle of the three yawns, “It's boring. Sigh, you are not in your best condition Crimson Blade. Was it because you are already wounded? But you have just a mere wound. I even brought my troupe to face a high ranker like you. Not to face a weakling version of you. Or was is it because of your beloved weapon are not here with you? Rumor has said that it was the legendary sword that our Shizun especially gave to you. The Black Spring forged by best of the best blacksmith. Or was it because your skills rusted already? You even allowed yourself to be wounded. Anyway, if you ar

VENDETTA ( Love of Darkness or Night) Written by: Authoress Ricky Genres: Action , Erotica , Drama SIX VENDETTA he cup my ass in his hand and fumbled with it before it struck me. I'm only here to dance and get information not to be submissive to the bastard. "I'm sorry but the rules here says no touching"I shove his hand off but it came back to the right spot and he smirk. "Did you hear me"I push his hands off me.

He wanted to go after her but he thought it best to let her ease into the discovery. Grey finally had the sword in his hands, he ripped the paper wrap off completely revealing smooth, thin, Blackstone blade with a clean cut single edge sharp enough to tear through air. The opposite side of the blade blunt but jagged sure to pull out flesh with a stab. It was horrid and elegant, a faint glow as It reacted to his touch when he wrapped his hands around the handle. "Nice sword, you cosplay?" Ten asked walking into the sitting area. Clad in a black armless hoodie revealing slender muscular arms over black leggings and comfy looking sneakers.

A single drop of dark blood welled on his skin—red, human, and vivid against the black stone. He finally looked at me, his pupils blown wide, reflecting the silver static dancing in my eyes. "A tool is only useful if it’s sharp, Elena," he said, his voice dropping to that low, possessive register. "You were built to be a blade. Tonight, you realized you could cut through the world that built you." He stepped toward me, the obsidian knife held loosely at his side. He didn't look at a victim. He looked at the only thing in the house as dangerous as himself.

He carried it with him all this time, but he kept it in the car that he picked up before he came chasing after this old man. The old man in black expressed his fear. He realized that something was off and was planning to run. However, how could Kayson possibly let him off? He used Ground-Scrincan and appeared before the old man in black instantly! Then, the grandmaster-level sword aura that was fully formed the previous night burst forth. A stream of sword energy shot past and cut off the old man in black’s right arm and leg entirely. One third of the old man’s body was cut off, and he collapsed to the ground, barely breathing.

Sebastian had never seen a swordsman in his life so it naturally came as a shock to him. Swordsmen were those who practiced the ancient ways of the sword, sacred to the swordsmen who came before them. Sebastian cut through the attack like it was paper. "Way of Air!" Tim steeled himself to the ground and tightened his grip on his sword. "Wind Blade!" He was still puzzled at the limit of his opponent's skills. Sebastian out of boredom ran forward at the blade formed of wind that came at him, "Happy man slash!" He made a move on the sport and cut through Tim's attack again like it was paper. He ran at Tim with a smile on his face.

Unsurprisingly, this was the Klondike portion within the sloppy swordsman taking effect. As if to specifically verify Chase's conclusion, four tentacles extended from the sloppy swordsman's back, each gripping a long sword at its tip. The swords were black and white. The black swords radiated sinister energy that could easily be overlooked while the white swords brimmed with an evil aura, creating an eerie sensation.

The swords are bronze, beneath their silver skins. I’m barely two feet from the line, and I give away one of them stepping back from Black’s slash. The howling around us becomes a gasp as his blade is motionless in the moment before he starts the backswing, and I reach out, and grab it with my bare hand.