Blind Swordsman Novels & Stories

BLADE 3. Pain. It was all I felt when I shot my eyes opened. I felt so sore and tired. The memories of how Lorenzo plunged deeper into me last night filled my mind. He was so cruel to me. I didn't find any enjoyment in it at all. I tried lifting my hands and I was happy It was back to functioning. My tit hurts too as a result of the sucking he did last night.

He was always so pleased by her speed and ruthlessness in dispatching his elder children, that he doted on her during class. She was unrivaled in hand-to-hand, quicker and more sure-footed than her siblings. She was deadly with small blades as well, and kept one tucked in her boot at all times, just in case any of Killian's cronies took the young Lord at his word and tried to have her quietly dispatched. Not that she ever represented a true threat to either Killian or Reena, she was just as much her mother's daughter as her father's, and it was likely she would be a prey shifter rather than a predator.

Now we won't release it whole. A drunken frenzy fell from the angry faces, the warriors with a dull cry rushed to the lonely prey. They acted prudently, surrounded by four, at the same time it was impossible for everyone to approach, it would have turned out that they only interfered with each other. A silver blade flickered between the figures blocking the guy, the audience heard the sound of crossed steel. With a muffled growl, the warriors simultaneously brought their two-handed swords down on the victim and strangely froze, staggered, stepped back. Their weapons clanged against the stone-paved yard. People were amazed to see that the hilt of each fallen sword was still gripped by the own

The Phantom Blade was too light for something designed to end a life. It sat in Damian’s palm, a sliver of polished titanium that seemed to pull the nursery’s amber light into its edge. Damian didn’t look like a man whose estate was currently being dismantled by orbital strikes. He looked like a man who had finally solved a tedious riddle. He rotated the needle between his thumb and forefinger, his movements slow, deliberate, and terrifyingly steady. "The lion’s head engraving," he murmured.

They hit the ground in a swirl of black smoke and snarls. The twins pressed back-to-back, blades flashing in the red light. They swung wildly, covering each other, but I saw the tremor in their knees. I forced myself to step closer to Uncle Eren, lifting my scimitar even though my arms felt too heavy. “Let’s do this,” I whispered. He gave me a brief nod. “Sure, let’s go.” The hellblades pulsed brighter, casting red light across the black skin of the Marids. The sight made bile rise in my throat.

I feel sluggish and sick, I’ve been given something to dull my senses, the silver and wolfsbane prevent my wolf and I from communicating. As my blurry vision clears, I start to hear humming, there’s a strange circle and sigils written into the ground. Then I scream, on pikes around me are the heads of my loved ones. Tears stream down my cheeks as I scream again. Then a man, one I recognize, steps into view. His orange eyes and auburn hair seem appropriately matched to the fires of the torches around us. At his side is a gorgeous woman. Her eyes are ice blue and her hair is long and silver. She isn’t a wolf, I don’t need my senses to know this. “Beta Sego, please… please help me…”

“Then what are you here for?” He pulls his hand back out, and there is something in it. Metal catches the low light. He turns it once in his fingers and offers to handle it first. I know the weight of that blade before I touch it. Guild issue. My hand closes around it before the rest of me can object. The balance is clean and familiar and my grip adjusts on its own. “You recognize it,” he says. “How did you get this,” I ask. “It was delivered.” Silence thickens.

SpeedBlade: I roar as I charge toward Lightning Storm, my sword in my hand. Running right up to the villain, I shove him back and prepare to strike him with my sword. However, as I am swinging my sword, I see out of the corner of my helmet three arrows directly in front of me. "Oh no," I say, seeing a tiny, blinking red light on them. It's too late. Even with my speed, I still can't get away in time. The arrows all explode. I scream once more as I'm knocked back, my sword falling out of my hand while I drop to the floor.

He held a steel longsword in his hand, but only half was left. "Good bladesmanship! Master of both sword and saber. You are worthy of your reputation." The mysterious man laughed in the shroud of mist. Ding Hao's face was expressionless. "Sharp sword. I think we just met a few days ago." Before his voice trailed off, his body suddenly shuddered. With five or six bangs, six holes burst open in succession between his chest and abdomen, and the blood squirted into the water like sharp arrows. It happened so fast that adroit as he was, Ding Hao couldn't completely block the pervasive sword lights.

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.