Bluespirit Sword Novels & Stories

Lixien didn’t give a glance to Leen and continued examining the sword. If it’s from seven mountains, then this must be the ‘Flaming Red Fire of Lava’. It was a sword that everyone is obsessed with. It’s a sword that chooses his master. It also can talk from others' descriptions. She squinted her eyes. Why is Vailn giving her such a precious gift? She snapped her fingers and blinked. Her brows were slightly frowned as she was understanding why he was being too considerate or was it not considerate?

"Think about it, the name Kopis is ancient Greece for a knife and it's no coincidence that your name..." "... Is Blade." I finished for her as I began thinking about it. "If this is in anyway true, that means I'm cursed." "Yeah!" She said. "You are." My heart crashed as somehow, I had been hoping that this bloodlust thing would go away and I could try to have a normal life again.

I asked him, and he shook his head. " No, it isn't. This is the first I have heard," he confessed, and I noted it down in my head. I intended to look into it further. "Willows wolfsbane is grown by spirit wolves. Could the hunter be working for a spirit wolf?" Sylvester suggested. " Maybe the hunter is a spirit wolf" Robert stated. " That is not impossible." Sylvester argued, " Willows wolfsbane can kill spirit wolves too. All except for Samantha. She is sort of immune to it. No spirit wolf would shoot a poisoned dart. It has to be a human hunter." Sylvester suggested.

Nathan then instantly flipped over the air and stands at Zitrey’s side. Slayer smirked from the unexpected hit he receives. He tardily holds his long blade katana while tapping it on his shoulder. The dull part was colored in black while the sharp one was in shiny silver, and in between, they were a dark purple in a zigzag pattern. The weapon was scary enough to make goosebumps, it seems possessed by the shadow of death. Slayer then uttered while staring intently to Nathan, “I will play with you lad. You seem fun.” he then looked at his remaining troupe, “There are still few people upstairs, so babies, kill the rest~”

The blood flowed from his nose. He wiped it unconsciously, making him stilled upon seeing it. “Shit. You know what your name means, twig?” he murmured sleepily. “No. Tell me what my name means, please?” I begged just to hear his voice. I wished I could hear it over and over again until I let go of my last breath. “Hmm. The flower, blue iris. It symbolizes faith and hope.” He coughed out. It was fresh blood. God, don’t, please!

Zafira was nearby. Suddenly, a cold, mocking voice broke the silence. “Looking for answers, pup?” Zafira whispered, her tone challenging. “You shouldn’t meddle in matters that don’t concern you.” Alex clenched his fists. “Why did you attack Scarlett? Where are you, you filthy serpent?” Zafira emerged from the shadows, wearing a cold, calculating smile. “Scarlett?” she repeated with disdain. “That girl owes me something. Stay out of this, or you’ll learn what I’m capable of.”

Dark from hunger, need, and jealousy. I could not keep my eyes away. For a brief moment we locked eyes, forgetting all others in the room. I took in her appearance from the blue dress that had a heavy defined slit at the back to the silver sandal heels she wore. Fuck, I want to be inside her, fucking her with that dress on. I saw how uneven her breathing became. She was sucking on those lips. I wanted it.

The clearing glowed with the twinkling fairy lights that adorned every tree, and the torches that had been lit along the path to illuminate the participants' way. Brand stood in front of the Yggdrasil feeling like his throat was being constricted by a stiff collar rather than a soft tunic. He wore a bearskin over one shoulder to symbolize strength and protection. He was also glad of its warmth as the first snows had started to fall just in the last week. He huffed as Brodi clapped him on the shoulder. "Nervous yet?" he asked with a smile, adjusting the leather hauberk that held his broadsword across his back and the belt at his waist where the sheath for his ceremonial dagger rested.

The first wave of attack came like lightning. Azul, the warrior mercenary that Evals Redart often employed, was incredibly strong. However, his true ability lay in his speed. And so… ~WHOOSH!~ In an instant, he closed the distance between himself and his target, before the latter could even notice. He pulled out a sword from its scabbard, and the blade glowed blue, revealing the Mana that was locked within. Azul’s sword was enchanted—and that pretty much applied to the rest of his armor.