Blind Swordsman Novels & Stories

His body spasms, then goes limp, sliding off me in a bloody heap. That makes three dead. The last wolf circles, saliva dripping from his muzzle, while the lone man with twin pressure blades finally makes his move. His speed is different, sharp, deliberate, honed. His blades cut arcs of glowing air through the night. We clash. His twin blades hammer against my longsword, sparks flying with every strike. His precision forces me back, and before I can reset, the wolf lunges from the side, claws raking across my ribs. Flesh splits. Hot blood runs down my torso.

Letting out a smirk of arrogance, he wielded the silver blade hanging from his waist and swung at me. With agility, I leaned my body sideways and easily avoided his blade. As his arm passed through my face, I extended my hand and grabbed his wrist tightly while my other hand forcefully swung my scimitar at his blade, disarming him and letting his blade clatter to the ground. “You–” he gritted his jaw, but he was interrupted by my deadly glare and the relentless way I kicked his blade away.

" Hell bloody no, his bicep and broad shoulder were more interesting, though. How would it feel if I ran my hands downward? Would he moan? "I want you to remember that perhaps the most diverse and exotic types of swords were 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 favoured by martial artists the world over. See this?" Andrew held the sword like it was his other hand, expertly and effortlessly, impressive though. He had been explaining it since forever, which bored her death, but, all Diana could remember was the glint of that sword and his dweet pale hands. It was like

We didn't even inform our parents. Instead, we had a simple ceremony in our rented apartment. I wore a wedding gown and married the love of my life. However, he didn't pull out a ring from amidst the bouquet—he pulled out a sharp fruit knife. The blade slashed against my skin, making my blood flow. I heard him repeating, "Why is life so unfair to me? Why?" This was my wedding night, which I'd dreamed of countless times since childhood. I spent two hours of it lying in a pool of blood as Liam stabbed me over 160 times. Each stab avoided my critical organs.

“Oh, Seraphim’s blade. I’d never seen this in a long long time. Seraph Blade killed many of my people. Where did you get it, my dear?” “Not telling you anything.” He looked at Lucius. “Is this the same blade given to you by your father-in-law?” What was he talking about? I watched Ryden shift and divert his gaze away, looking hurt. “I wish, but that’s what killed her. Mine is safe somewhere.” Wait. What? He has a sword just like mine? “But this blade also shapes according to the wielder. Am I right? And it’s Katana for her. She must have been trained by a great sensei.”

There had never been a match with this much experience in it; the alpha who was the strongest of the pack with or without a sword in his hand and Richard, my brother who was a five time winner of the prestigious Swordsman Of The Year award. Both of them bowed to each other, then to the crowd and the fighting began. It kicked off on a fast note as Stefan's first attack was easily blocked by Richard. They clinked swords together for a while before Richard caught him unawares and struck him on his right sleeve. Everyone gasped loudly as blood trickled from their alpha's clothes. Richard's face was a look of pure concentration. We all knew this was just a game and there was no pressure or anythi

Blade was nearly two meters tall. His body was particularly robust and he had bulging muscles. The short-sleeved T-shirt that he wore accentuated his chest muscles, and they were big enough to rival an average woman's bosom. His bronze-colored arm muscles instilled fear in people, while his thick eyebrows and sharp eyes were brimming with might. When he arrived, he rubbed his bald head and asked Trevor in a hoarse voice, "Tell me, who do you want me to kill?"

"Then you do it. I think the one on top is Camden so give Kaden your weapon. There's no need to draw this out or risk him getting hurt" "What if you're wrong? Wouldn't you be helping the enemy?" "I'm not wrong. Just do it" he shakes his head no. Coward "Then help me out" I tear a long slit on my dress and climb out the window. Grabbing the weapon in his hand I project the image of me throwing him the weapon into his mind and then actually do it. The knife-like iolite flies to where they are and just when I think I was wrong and that I didn't succeed, a hand shoots out, grabs it, and starts making cuts on the other Lycan. He's fast and precise, cutting small wounds all over Camden's body. I'm

The elder's face began to be seen clearly due to the moonlight that entered through the roof in the Hall, he began to approach the two slowly. His wrinkled face was so cynical looking at the two. "From now on! you will die," the old swordsman began to attack the two very quickly, with one breath Khalid almost slashed his throat. But someone blocked the attack, after exchanging thousands of moves. They had already destroyed everything in the Sect Hall. they switched places, after Khalid and Chyou Chen cornered the two until they broke the walls of the Hall. The old swordsman and the young swordsman who helped him were flung far out of the Sect Hall.

He fell to the ground, groaning, but easily got back to a standing position to block more attacks. “Who are you?”, Quinn yelled at this new person. He knew his moves through and through. This wasn’t a good match up for him. He stood up on wobbly legs and repeated the question. The person pulled out two swords from thin air and swung them around. “You still don’t know?” he pointed the blade at him, in Quinn’s exact same stance. “let me show you, then.”, he said and rushed at Quinn. “Dual blades: Singular Thrust.”