Blood Swords Novels & Stories

And in the middle, on a stone bridge that spanned the torrent, stood Leigh’s father. Lord Valerius was a tall, lean man like a hardened sapling. He wore no armor, only a worn leather jerkin over a grey tunic. His hair was more silver than black, tied back. He held no weapon. He stood alone on the bridge, facing Gryffen’s army, a solitary figure of calm authority.

Mollie’s POV "No markings at all," I whispered, pulling my hand back from the dead man's iron plate as if the cold metal burned my fingertips. "Nothing," Brian said, his voice flat and heavy as he pushed himself up from the wet earth, his eyes scanning the dead bodies lying scattered across the muddy clearing. "No crest, no colors, no pack tokens. They bought these blades off a black market smith and scrubbed every piece of iron clean." "Who hires sell-swords to ambush an Alpha on his own border?" I asked, picking up my twin daggers and wiping the fresh blood against my dark woolen trousers before sheathing them at my belt.

And he couldn’t stand it. Upcoming swords meet the ice, the power in his veins unrelenting as he growled and his golden eyes turned the deepest shade of red before he sliced their limbs. He draw more blades from his hands, frozen knives sticking to their eyes, throat, or straight to their hearts, and the warriors fell.

one voice sang. “We’re already here,” the other whispered as if in my ear. And the fog began to move. I spun around, instinct taking over, and my glowing hellblade met steel. The clash rang out sharp and shrill, sparks exploding between us, lighting the fog for a split second. The impact numbed my arms all the way to the shoulders, the vibration rattling my teeth. Twin blades. Short, curved, mirror-bright daggers crossed against my sword. As I looked up, my heart froze.

In the center of that, Noah drew a long sword, even the blade was blood red with a rose bat pattern carved out of it. There is a pair of silver bat wings at the hilt of the sword. Toddlers didn't have any weapons, but he looked at Noah with a smile on his face. "Sarnus really loves you, he even gave you the Rose Holy Sword, just in time, it will be mine too!" Toddlers said and rushed towards Noah . The other blood bats followed suit and rushed towards Noah , surrounding him. They attacked so fast that I couldn't see them at all, but could only see countless shadows passing before my eyes.

In their hands, they wielded weapons forged from wicked intentions. Zilver unsheathed his sword, its blade shimmering in the moonlight, crafted entirely from silver. It was a weapon designed to combat the unholy forces they now faced. Beside him, Eskaal wielded an equally impressive silver sword, the two warriors prepared to wage a battle against the vampire horde. The vampires hissed and snarled as they closed in, their grotesque faces contorted with malevolence. With a shared glance, Zilver and Eskaal charged forward, their silver blades cutting through the night air with a haunting sound.

That time, Miles realized how Lixien went easy on Dallan when she could easily kill Dallan. The man shivered in fear but he screamed and that time, there were crossbows that came forward to them. Lixien frowned and put the man in hands of Miles before opening her fire to diminish all the bows that were coming forward. She unsheathed her real sword and fought with the bows that were endlessly running forward. Lixien frowned and with her sword, she closed her eyes and the sword let out a red with orange overbearing fire and it directly hit the whereabouts of where the bows came from. The knights, who were focused on fighting with the arrows, were still stunned to see the empress.

The dark holy sword was coated with spirituality and an outline of a sword could be seen. Three swords— No. Seven swords came out of the void, and they were brimming with eerie spirituality. My body shivered, but I felt nothing. I watch him slowly manifesting his blades. “Be grateful! You are seeing God’s grace!” he laughed. Seven swords were pointed at me, he smirked and said. “May God bless you!” As soon as he finished talking, he lowered his greatsword and pointed it towards me. Soon, all the seven sword came toward my direction. Aiming at my heart, neck, arms, and limbs.

"She did not come to me with paper contracts or political promises. She stood beside me in the mud when my core was bleeding. She bled for our mountain valleys while your capital hid behind marble walls!" Gideon unclasped the heavy iron sheath of his broadsword from his shoulder, drawing the massive blade with a sharp, resonant ring that filled the silent chamber. He held the broadsword horizontally over his head, channeling a sudden, massive surge of his Earth Seal kinetic magic into the steel. The blade ignited with a blinding, golden wildfire that illuminated every corner of the vaulted ceiling.

I drove my blade straight through his gorget, the steel sinking deep into his throat. He gasped, his eyes bulging as he looked at me. I stepped closer, my face inches from his. "Tell the darkness that the Valerius crown still stands," I whispered. I twisted the blade and pulled it out. The High Lord of Drakos fell backward into the mud, the dark water quickly swirling over his golden armor. He couldn't survive it, my sword was silver coated. I looked around. The valley was a graveyard of broken banners and drowning men. The few survivors were dropping their swords, seeing their leader dead.