Danmachi: Sword Oratoria Mga Nobela at Kwento

Everything was giving luxury. And that was when I saw him. Through the window. Sword in hand. Shirtless. Muscles glistening in the sun like oil poured over rage. Damon. Alpha. King of this fucking nightmare. His body moved like a weapon. Every strike of the sword brutal. Every twist of his torso pornographic. I bit my lip so hard it bled. Then he turned. And he saw me. Our eyes locked. Blue. Fucking blue. Like frostbite.

"Sera help Pomelia pack her things. Warrior, walk with me," The woman suggested as War looked back to Pomelia. She was now gathering the contents of the first aid kit she threw at him out of fear. Her tears had dried some but she was still shaking... A loud clear of the throat, had him looking to the source of it. The priestess was near the door, impatiently waiting for him. He took one more look at his mate before following behind the priestess. She was only doing this out of respect for his mate. He didn't want to hear anything the woman had to say. Her opinion didn't matter, Pomelia was his...

When he reached this part, Daichi let out an exaggerated sigh, his expression one of sorrow. Harvey frowned, but he could tell that it was indeed what Mandy would do. She could never simply watch innocent young women being victimized. Then, a thought crossed his mind. "Is the scion someone powerful?" Daichi smiled faintly. "The Origin Sword Style's scion is called Yamamoto Sora. Sounds impressive, but he's all style and no substance. However, the Origin Sword Style is quite powerful with the support of young True Warriors like Sverker as well as an old monster that is rumored to be very close to reaching Unity between Nature and Man. In other words, they're no weaker than any of the Seven Fa

The mate bond pulsed desperately. I looked toward Damian. He was struggling against the blood chains violently. Caldor stood beside him calmly. “You signed your fate years ago.” Damian’s eyes burned with hatred. “If I die…” His voice came out rough. “You die with me.” Caldor’s expression changed instantly. Then Orion suddenly attacked him from behind.Claws ripped across Caldor’s armor violently. Caldor roared in fury. “You traitorous mutt!” Orion grinned darkly. “You talk too much.” Nyx unleashed shadows across the battlefield again.

Damien said. " Enough of the introduction. Show me what you learned for thousands of years". Damien yelled as he charged at him. They fought furiously till Damien beat Dante. He fell weakly to the ground breathing heavily. Damien calls out a sword as it magically appears in his hands. "Demonic… . sword??". Dante's eyes widened in shock. " Shocked?? I expected that. Now it is time for you to die". Damien raise the sword up about to stab him " Max!! ". Dante yells.

"No it's okay It's just I must be losing my mind ah just give me one Macchiato and Maraschino with whipped cream, and it's a takeaway" "Okay sir please wait for a while we get your odder ready" the blond guy said giving a sweet smile to Kai making him to nod in head in response paying for it. Signing in response, Kai walks towards his seat while removing the phone out of his pocket. Just to see the Sinner of Pleasure the Otome games he works for is open with the options in the pink box to choose. ...“What do you want to do?”... ...- Confess your love to demon Lord and let Koishi die?...

He noticed his eyes deepened, preparing for a more serious topic. "How did you learn the Emperor's swordsmanship?" Liam asked. Axias, the Dragon Emperor of the Blue Dawn, had a very strong swordsmanship style. The man used the tip of his long sword to thrust into his enemy's defense. With only ordinary swords, he would destroy countless of them because of that sword style. Just like how Liam displayed when he had a duel with Arai, the tip of the sword would be mangled and become unrepairable. That was the reason why that sword style was only effective with the usage of . With coating the sword's surface, the user could preserve the blade and fight even longer.

Ryuou unsheathed a Japanese katana by his side, revealing a gleaming silver blade with rubies and silver dragons adorning the black hilt. Yuri resisted the urge to snarl. Him and his God complex. “You can try.” Yuri stated, readying Odium. “Try to kill me if you can. I am not a Phantom for nothing! And you’ll also do well not to underestimate me!” There was silence for several moments before Ryuou moved forwards with alarming speed and without any warning.

My leg was shaking, myy vision blurred but I had to fight. I had to keep my promise to Ezekiel, to Kailey, to the pack, and I had to be strong for Auren and Lydia who had taken it upon herself to get Auren back. I found my sword and gripped it tight. “Let’s finish this,” I said. Damon turned, blood dripping down his side. “You just don’t quit.” I didn’t reply. I ran forward, blade ready. Our swords clashed again. I ducked under his swing and slashed his leg.

He and Damion were still in a furious battle with one another not far away from me. Tor was charging at Damion who had his sword leveled on my mate. I let out a cry when Damion thrust his sword forward and caught Tor in the side. Tor snarled in pain, but continued his onslaught and caught Damion in the chest with a powerful punch. Damion doubled over and when he did Tor brought both of his fists down onto his back. Damion crumbled to the ground in a lifeless heap. Immediately, Tor stood upright and started to scan the fight going on around him. He was looking desperately for someone. My heart sang when his eyes landed on mine and relief filled his face.