Blood Swords Novels & Stories

"Clan Sköll? Det er ikke mulig. Sköll-klanen forsvant i min fars tid. (That's not possible. The Sköll Clan disappeared in my father's time.)" The sword disappeared from his neck as did the boots from his back. Taking these actions as permission, Brand slowly turned over and sat up. He first saw the large warrior draped in multiple furs and with an ax in his hand and a longsword strapped to his back. The man's black eyes bore into his, daring him to make one wrong move so he could play with his favorite toy and remove Brand's heart from his chest with it.

“You are the key—and the blade. The one who may heal, or the one who may destroy.” Maya’s skin prickled as the water around them shimmered. A pulse of energy rippled outward, and then the voice came—not Sirena’s, not anyone’s, but something ancient that thrummed with power. "When sea meets shadow and moonlight bleeds, A child of three shall rise from need. Wolf of white with eyes of ice, Bound by blood yet torn by vice." Maya’s chest tightened, her wolf stirring restlessly beneath her skin.

Just us and the monster who had betrayed everything we believed in. Brooks stood up from his chair and walked over to a stone table in the corner. On top of it lay a long, silver sword. The blade was beautiful and terrifying at the same time, catching the light and shining with a deadly edge. He picked it up, his finger running through the blade and feeling the weight and balance of the weapon. "He who lives by the sword, dies by the sword," Brooks said quietly. "That’s how the old stories always end. A classic ending for a classic traitor."

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.

The war raged on, a battle of power and soul, each stroke striking like a crescendo amid the storm. My trembling palm clutched Xavier's sword, a relic of power that pulsed with an energy I didn't understand. The blade became an extension of my will as the Demon leaped at me with murderous intent. The sword clashed with its opponent's blade in a dance of survival, each strike mirroring the ferocious struggle for power.

Gideon's tone was eerily calm. With a slight wave of his hand, the sea of blood condensed into two massive blood-colored swords that came crashing down from the sky. "No!" Marley and Murphy let out hysterical screams. They fought desperately to resist, but it was futile. In the face of the blood swords, all resistance was meaningless. With a boom, the swords struck, and Marley and Murphy perished without even a body left behind. Gideon turned around. His gaze landed on Draven, who shuddered as a chill shot up his spine.

X voice grew coldly. Isreal began laughing hysterically, as he unsheathed a long sword. “It seems as if you do not understand your place. I have you surrounded, surrender and I will spare your life, as Lord Henderson will decide you fate. He will be the god to judge you.” The sword Israel held was definitely finely crafted. The Sword was hand forged as the Damascus pattern resembled a calm river. The hilt was made of bronze and fitted with gold. No matter what quality his sword was, it will still rubbish before X’s translucent blade.

If he did, he would have been defeated. “To me, sword!” he roared. As he roared, a blood glow radiated from below and flew to the sky. This was a two-meter-long sword radiating an eerie red glow and exuding a bizarre aura. Sergio waved his hand, and the sword was now in his hand. “The Blood Devourer Blade!” Upon seeing this, the First Blood Emperor exclaimed, “That’s the Blood Devourer Blade! To think that we truly have this sword in our possession…”

She closed her eyes and let out a sigh, she was done. The fight had ended. Timmy Stormblood (two hundred thousand perus) had defeated Deputy Officer Eithne Short-eye (two hundred thousand perus). ... Billy Drakens reached for his swords, Gravemaker and Ritual Warblade. Opposite him was the Deputy Officer Lothar Sun. Bill Drakens was an occasional dual blade weilder, his two swords were both cursed blades. Cursed weapons were told to harbour demons within them, or at least that was what the rumors told.

Just then, there was a roar in front of them. Omar Pine stumbled back a few steps. In addition to the Water Fire and Fire Swords, he had already displayed the third Blade of Wind. At this time, the blood on the three swords was so thick that it could not be washed away by water. While he was retreating, a cultivator roared and rushed in from the gap. "You damn fellows. It looks like you are tired of living by blocking me here..." Before the murderous cultivator could finish his words, his voice suddenly stopped.