Breaker Sword Novels & Stories

Not Silas. This sword is not quite mini. I dragged mine across the floor, lifting it just enough so it didn't make a horrible noise. I finally reach him with the heavy sword and look at it. The sword is pretty basic. The silver hilt is cold metal with no grip, and I glance at Silas's sword which has a leather hilt, no doubt making it easier to hold. I wonder if he purposely gave me the bad sword that actually looks broken and difficult to use. I wouldn't be surprised.

Instinctively. Together. --- But Something Is Different Not distant. Not broken. But changed. --- The Work Continues Aria stepped back into position. Focused. Controlled. Sharp again. --- Cassian Watches Her Again But this time— He wasn’t just watching her lead. He was watching her struggle. --- The Invisible Line And he could feel it now. The line between them. --- Not Fully Broken But no longer invisible. --- Aria Pushes Forward “Redirect everything through manual override,” she said.

Her brows were slightly frowned as she was understanding why he was being too considerate or was it not considerate? The Flaming Red Fire of Lava is a very powerful sword that can kill thousands of people with one swift move. It can even end hundreds of lives of monsters. It was so strong that everyone wanted it, but it came to an end when Vailan, when he was still a Crown Prince, got it out of accident and no one has seen its appearance after that.

Using his initial surprise, I swung my sword overhead and came down in a vertical slice. I watched in shock as he caught my sword. He held onto it and I heard the metal start to crack. My sword broke but I used the broken sword and thrust it into his stomach that was now open, his hands still raised in the air holding the piece of my sword. Roaring, he stumbled back, clutching his stomach.

Kirael asked. Solo shook her head. “It can’t be that. Maybe he found out I was pregnant. But I won’t let him take my children.” Kirael’s expression hardened. “Your dad is right! To beat someone like him. You must be as strong if not stronger than him—I’ll help you.” Solo’s eyes softened as she met her friend’s gaze. “How?” Kirael straightened, lifting her chin. “Let’s create our brand. Make Solaire’s Designs independent.”

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.

He managed to sober up just enough to grab my hand and drag me away from the restrooms and down the corridor. "So, what's the verdict, Miss Rule-Breaker? Do we have a deal?" he asked once we were a safe distance away. "Let go of my hand first," I commanded coldly. He laughed and released my hand instantly. "All set." He grinned. I straightened my blazer and looked him dead in the eye. "Fine. It's a deal."

"Let's find you a more worthy opponent this time. Sigurd!" The giant slowly made his way to stand in front of Brand, his great longsword held loosely in his massive hand. The newcomer took up his own blade and nodded once. Rather than striking immediately, the two large men circled each other taking each other's measure. Sigurd tired of the waiting first and struck a blow. Brand seemed to parry it easily, but from that moment, the fight was on.

Ezekiel breathed out as he pulled the second fragment of the Sword of the Doombringer from the current owner. He pulled his sword and smiled at the level of destruction he had caused in this world. The Scythe of Death vibrated in his grip, but the power continued to flow smoothly as if Ezekiel's level of darkness was slowly catching up with the darkness that powered the Scythe.

Third Person's POV If his skills would improve, he could also help take some pressure off Adelaide. She picked up the last weapon. The sword had a dull, dark sheen. The hilt was made from a beast's skull, the guard was carved into a ferocious wolf's head, and the crossguard was embedded with a power-charged wolf-eye stone.