Breaker Sword Novels & Stories

Fuck those sacrifices. “No matter what, once in your life, someone will hurt you, that someone will take all that you are, and rip it into pieces and they won’t even watch where the pieces land. But through breakdown, you’ll learn that you’re strong, and no matter how hard they destroy you, you can conquer anyone. You’re strong, Melissa. I know, I’ve witnessed it. ” Eugene said softly.

Gusto kong magtago sakanya dahil nagmayabang pa naman ako na mas matalino ako sakanya. Sumilip ako sa gilid ni Ted at tinignan si Leonardo. I raised my brows when I saw a girl talking to him. Nakangiti ang babae at ganun din si Leonardo. "Sabi mo hindi masyadong nagsasalita yang si Leonardo? Bakit enjoy na enjoy?" Napalingon si Ted at agad ibinalik ang tingin saakin. "That girl is Morgana. ABM yan pero kahit sobrang ganda niya loyal parin ako sa pagiging pink blood"

I say again, louder this time. My reflection disagrees. I can see it in my own eyes—the truth I'm trying to bury. I didn't do the right thing. I did the safe thing. The selfish thing. The cowardly thing. My fist connects with the mirror before I realize I'm moving. Glass explodes. Pain radiates up my arm, sharp and immediate. Blood wells from cuts across my knuckles, dripping into the sink. I stare at the blood spreading across white porcelain. "This is nothing," I whisper to the shattered reflection. "Nothing compared to what I did to her."

His greatsword lay across the prep counter, the blade still bearing the gouge where a shield had smashed into it, the notch's edges glinting cold. "Eggs are overdone. You've got a choice: burnt or raw." He shoved a plate toward me. One egg was a charred ring of black. The other was still wobbling. He unstrapped his own dagger and laid it on the countertop beside the greatsword. The dark brown leather wrapped around the grip was polished to a glossy sheen by years of sweat and blood. "That sword's too heavy. You take this. Light. Fast. Angle's different when you're going for lungs instead of heart. Blade goes up, extra half-inch of tilt. Don't use it backwards."

She asked with a seductive voice, moving her fingers from his lips to his chest. "The fact that you know what you want and get it no matter who's in the way. But let me warn you." He said crabbing her hand violently as he raised it up. "What are you doing? you're hurting me." She said as she struggled to release her arm, but to no avail. "Don't think for a second to go behind me or think that this child is your ticket from my wrath, because if you do try to go against me, I'd end you both." He said as he pushed her away, but she maintained balance before she could land on the floor.

said Francis. Chris pulled his face protector down over his head and walked to his end of the arena. Heather did the same and walked to her end. Chis thrusted his sword to the side, letting the sheath fly off and hit the ground. The crimson red blade shone brightly in the sun coming through the small window in the top of the wall. Heather carefully removed her sword from its sheath. She had a silver rapier with a golden guard and handle. “Dang! I didn’t know your tactic to defeat me was to blind me with that,” Chris exclaimed.

Theo drag his body out of the stream to shore and laid back making the huffing sound. It was Theo first battle, and it was the hardest battle of all, and as well as Theo regret not bringing his sword, because it would be a little bit easy, with the black sword, over time during the practices, Theo notice that the black sword was too sharp, and feel regretted and thankful for the person who sold it without knowing anything.

"But I have also seen people choose kindness. I have seen enemies become family. I have seen broken hearts learn to love again." Rhydian smiled. "And I have seen one stubborn idiot teach an entire world that strength is not measured by how much pain you can endure. It is measured by how much love you refuse to abandon." Their hands found each other once again. The broken white blade suddenly began to glow. The crack running through it filled with silver and gold light. Aion watched in disbelief. "It is repairing itself." The Creator smiled softly. "No. It is becoming something greater." The blade dissolved into countless threads of light. Instead of forming a weapon... The light surrounded K

I went for the chains. The obsidian blade, forged from volcanic fire and imbued with the Blood Pack’s ancient strength, sliced through the silver links like they were made of silk. The metal snapped with a ringing crack that echoed through the canyon. Sarah shrieked, swinging her silver dagger at my throat. I didn't flinch. I blocked her arm with my leather-reinforced bracer, the impact jarring my bones, but I didn't give an inch. I used my weight—the weight Jackson had mocked—to drive my shoulder into her chest, sent her sprawling backward into the mud.

Asking for more. Jeremy broke the kiss, his breath a raw shudder. "I have to ask you this" he said. His voice sounded hoarse and he still held her. "Do you love me?" Do you still love me? Say it! Say it!" Jeremy demanded. Penny broke away from him with a last effort gathered from the remnants of her waning strength. She gathered herself quickly, straightening her shoulders and nodding even though her breath came in gasps and her lips stung from his kiss. She walked unsteadily across to the window and stood staring out into the darkness... Her back towards him.