Novel & Cerita Blood Swords

My fingers are on my chin as I crouched and looked at it. The cover or the sheath was silver with a few pints of gold, I don't understand the engravings etched on it. Because of my curiosity, I held it and released it from its sheath. Unlike other sword, its blade was bluish and silver, the handle was wood in color and the cover was glass. It was not as heavy as it look. I lifted it up and swayed it... Imagining I was a samurai fighting some bad guys. I chuckled.

Exactly as seen earlier in the castle. The sword. “What does that one do?” I asked, pointing to it. “It drinks blood. For anyone it kills, their blood is stored in the blade. You would try to always have a clothing between you and the hilt” That did not sound more beneficial than fairy dust. “So how useful would it be to protect me?” With only a smile, “very” Time to close the deal. “I have one silver coin” playing with the coins against my fingers. “Make it three and we have a deal”

My sword flashed upward, cutting across his arm. “Ahh!" He screamed. I spun and struck his chest, he fell. Another warrior rushed toward me. I stepped backward, avoiding his blade, then kicked him hard enough to send him stumbling. I charged forward and drove my sword through his chest, he dropped. Around me, the battlefield had become a storm of steel and blood. Silver Moon warriors fought beside us, their black armor moving like a single force. Bloodfang warriors fought desperately, trying to push them back. The clash of swords echoed through the battlefield.

BLOOD AND VOWS --- CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO HIS FIRST KILL “A man doesn’t become a monster. He just finds out what was already in him.” He was thirteen the first time someone handed him a gun. It was a summer night in Palermo. The kind of heat that clings to the bones. Alessio Moretti stood in the back of a butcher shop that doubled as a safehouse, blood on the floors, sweat on his neck, the sound of meat hooks swinging faint in the dark. Don Salvatore was there. So was his father. And in the middle of the room, tied to a chair, was a man with a bag over his head and a bruise blooming around his eye.

We stand still, alerted. "Do you know how to fight?" I nodded to Knox. "You will be the one who will fight the people who have swords and I will fight the people who are holding a shotgun and arrows." I nodded again. I rushed at the people who were holding swords. It's unfair for me to fight them because they have stuff that I don't have. But why is there a sword? What year is it here? Why do I feel like I'm in ancient times? Back in my world, only bows, katanas, and guns were used.

Limping but unyielding, he lunged forward once more, his voice a thunderclap of rage. “You must die!” Each swing of his serrated blade came faster, more savage, forcing Li Min step by step backward until his spine struck the cold, unyielding wall. “Go to hell!” the bald man roared, raising his sword high overhead and bringing it down in a devastating arc, intent on cleaving Li Min in two. Once more, Li Min’s blade rose in desperate defense. Steel met steel with a crash so loud it split the silence of the square. The two swords locked, forming a cross that trembled beneath the weight of murderous force.

The memories of the borderlands, the hunts, the bloodshed—they all blurred into the background. Only the blade remained. Steel. Control. Focus. He spun the sword once and brought it down in a clean strike that would have split a skull from crown to jaw. The sound echoed softly across the courtyard. Then— “You train early.” The voice came from behind him. Deep. Smooth. Ancient. Adrian froze instantly. His instincts reacted before his thoughts did. He turned and dropped to one knee. “My king.” King Vaelreth stood near the entrance of the courtyard, his dark cloak stirring slightly in the cold morning wind.

Rather he and his men saved her. Bright light flooded the room and Rosy pulled the duvet down to see a very furious Sergio glaring down at her. “What happened? Who was that?” She stammered at him. Instead of answering, he withdrew a military knife from his waistband. Still staring hard at Rosy, he slid it across his palm and Rosy gasped in terror. She tried scrambling away from him but he was faster. He caught her by wrist and in one swift motion sliced her palm, droplets of her blood ruining the bed covers.

ALEXANDER My father and sister were both pretty fucked-up, but, damn, Blake was sick. Because we had to make do with what was available in the casino, which wasn’t much, Blake had a bunch of his warriors holding the members of the Bois Sombre Pack down while he tortured them. They were both fully naked after being forced into their human forms. Chef’s knives were brought in from the kitchen, and Blake tested each one of them out on the men’s torsos until he figured out which one was the sharpest, their ensuing screams widening his smile, his eyes gleaming.

The crowd could feel that the heat and cold had collided while looking at the swords on the stage. “Let me introduce to you the Blaze Wild Sword and the Deadly Glaze Sword. Blaze Wild Sword is a must be suggested for the people who had fire attributes and were accustomed to fire. The Deadly Glaze Sword is for the people who had Ice attributes. These swords are made by a Grade 5 Novice Armament Master.” Lark Oz said while showing them the swords that Luna had made.