Blind Swordsman Novels & Stories

He was met by his kind smile as Kaylus watched him attentively. "I was watching you." Kaylus looked at him, his eyebrows scrunched on his forehead. "But how? There's no one here though?," he murmured, his eyebrows furrowing further. "Oh! But I did felt some strange tingle on my nape, sire. Like—, like someone was watching me..." His Master chuckled as he clapped his hand once. An object materialized on his right palm. He held it close enough for Kaylus to see. It was a handheld mirror, with gold coating on it's handle and rim.

Not questioning Providence he grasped it in his right hand. He stepped up soundlessly behind the seated figure and sliced the bayonet across his throat with all the strength at his command. With a skilled encircling movement the man's head was all but severed from his neck, and blood gushed upwards to drench Robert's torso and arm. The whole thing had taken perhaps two seconds, and made less noise than a single footfall. Robert gently guided the limp body forwards on to the ground.

It was mesmerizing. He couldn't help but notice the fact that she had yet to look into his eyes! "I apologize, she is blind" Antonio spoke up as he took a step in front of his daughter in a protective stance. The prince simply nodded and tried to keep his mind off of the woman that intrigued him so much. He didn't miss the fact that his wolf was going crazy. She was his mate but she was also a Vampire. A Blind vampire. It was as if something in him switched off. The moon Goddess had given him a defective mate.

The titanium broadsword came down in a vicious, whistling descent that sliced through the gray sleet. I didn't step back into the deep ruts of the slush. Dropping my weight beneath the sweeping arc, I thrust my forearm upward, the heavy platinum signet ring on my finger catching the flat of the metal blade with a harsh, ear-splitting clang. The shockwave of the impact rattled my teeth, but my dual-lineage core converted the mechanical jarring into a burst of raw, protective adrenaline. Before the mercenary could adjust his balance for a secondary thrust, I drove my calloused fist straight through the center of his reflective visor.

He was serious although he had a bit of wounds from fighting with the man, who was holding two daggers in both of his hands. The man then, who had two daggers, also stood up and gave his greeting to the Empress. “May God bless your longevity and rule the Kingdom for a long time. My name is Flint Shan. Like Sir Bach, I deserve a punishment.” The soldiers, who were on their knees, peeked at the two men, who were fighting each other strongly and now asking for punishment. Lixien breathed out. “Alright. If you insist.” Senour and Flint flinched and thought that their life would end right at that moment and they momentarily closed their eyes.

sneered the swordsman, driving his blade mercilessly into the man’s back, piercing through to his belly. “My husband!” screamed the woman in anguish, clutching her daughter tightly as tears streamed down her face. The little girl’s wailing soon joined her mother’s cries, filling the night with sorrow. “Finish them all! I must return to Leader Huang,” the swordsman declared coldly, yanking his blade free from the lifeless body at his feet. The man wearing a black headband, emblazoned with two downward-curving golden lines, burst forward with lightning speed toward the circle of swordsmen who were besieging a lone warrior of the Sacred Dragon Sect.

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

Lucian briefly answered, withholding some information. "Why is he not healing? I need to fully know what happened to him do I can know which treatment I'd give him" Chris instructed sternly. Lucian hesitated for a while, thinking whether to tell him or not. Then he looked at the two nurses who were quick to get the memo and they left. "What was he stabbed with?" Chris pried further. "An enchanted silver dagger" Lucian divulged, earning a gasp from Chris. "That's bad, really bad." Chris chanted, his face showing his worry.

"Sophie, are you even listening?" "Yes! Of course." A hell of a bloody no; his biceps and broad shoulders were more interesting, though. How would it feel if I ran my hands downward? Would he moan? Sage smirked. "I want you to remember that perhaps the most diverse and exotic types of swords are the Asian swords, which include straight, double-edged Chinese longswords (Jian) and single-edged Chinese sabers (Dao), as well as a myriad of other exotic weapons favored by martial artists the world over. See this?" Sage held the sword like it was his other hand, expertly and effortlessly. Impressive, though. He's been explaining it since forever, which bored her to death, yet all Sophie remembered