Do You Like My Sword Tobuscus 소설 & 이야기

The dagger caught my eye, small but powerful, the blade made from the sharpest of stones, and it could cut through layers of skin. I will have to take one to add to my collection. Toby stayed by my side as we worked through the crates, and hours blurred together as we unloaded, inspected, and organized the haul. By the time the last item was accounted for, the sun had already dipped low, ready to retire. “Are you not going with them?” I asked Toby as the truck that had brought the weapons was revving up to go back, but he shook his head. “I need to make sure everything is well before I go.” He replied, his eyes fluttering over the new weapons. I know it wasn’t his business at this point, but

, he said, taking a sip from his glass of wine. “No! If you love them then you should eat them” “But my toy doesn't want them. It's quite inappropriate that I should take what my milkweed doesn't want, don't you think?” He said grinning—his stoned face brought me more peace than his grin... it made me weak and vulnerable. I said nothing, gulping down a cup of water. Perfect.

I bent over, hands on my knees, trying to catch my breath. “I hate this exercise.” “So does everyone.” “Then why do people do it?” “Because it works.” I rolled my eyes. “I preferred you when you weren’t speaking.” “I’ve always spoken.” “I’ve only just noticed.” He walked over to a nearby weapons rack. When he returned, he held out a sword. It was lighter than I expected. The blade shimmered with a faint glow. I accepted it carefully. “I haven’t held a sword in a long time .”

Rebecca I was given a blade by the witches. Obsidian was used to make it. Power shot through me like wildfire as my fingers wrapped around it. Somewhere behind me, I heard the leader's voice. "You learned to keep back from the wolves" to control your instincts. to shrink yourself. But here, you'll learn to let go," she said, pausing. I wanted to hit her in the face with the sword. However, I halted when I saw my reflection in the blade. I appeared forceful, resolute, and strong. It was unlike anything I had ever experienced.

I even got Psy in on the action. It's summer break, which means I'm back at the pack. When I turned 14, Bruce thought it necessary for me to begin training in weapons. I've learned how to use most, but my favorite are swords. I love a Katana, but dual swords are my thing. If neither of those, a staff will do. I even learned how to use smaller blades. About 2 years ago, I was out in the woods, in our secret training spot, training with my swords when Henry, Psyren's dad, stumbled upon me. Apparently, he's a pro at wielding weapons, especially swords. He began training me better in how to wield them. Bruce was the one who told him where to find me. He has always known of Henry's incredible ski

"Yes, fuck me hard, Lucas. I want it rough. Please, just take me." Lucas smirked and increased his pace, his bulge pressing against my stomach. "You're loving every second of this, aren't you?" "Oh yeah, ugh!" "But I can't keep doing this forever." "No, hmm!" "Perhaps I should consider purchasing a toy that resembles my sword so you can us it when you miss me." "Argh! Ahh! You're so...ugh! Vulgar!" I whimpered. "Please refrain from talking so dirty." "Why? Your intimate area reacts every time I talk like that."

His legs were just in pain. “Finishing off your opponent with a toothpick. Wasn’t expecting that,” I grinned. “Just like you, I never expected that. I only acted due to the teachings and experience,” Luke said as he groped around his pocket for a toothpick. “Anything can be a weapon. I remember saying that,” I said as I wore a straight face and began to breathe lightly. Luke brought out a toothpick from his pocket and inserted it into his mouth. I sighed one more time before drawing out my sword.

Note: The sentences inside the parentheses would be their thoughts. "The island is quite big," Zachary said. He was pointing at the island using his huge sword. His sword was long and large that has an orange glow every time he swings his sword. Spiky vines and leaves were wrapped around the bottom of his sword that looks ferocious. "Hmm, I thought you are going to practice your archery?" Soheila asked as she looked at Zachary's sword. Hector, Maximo, and Ezekiel were beside Zachary, their swords were well kept on the side of their pants.

"You're holding it like it insulted your mother." Tobin flushed red while the other children snickered. Grey crouched in front of him before the embarrassment could settle. "It's a tool," he said, adjusting the boy's grip. "Not a threat. Stop fighting the sword." Tobin swallowed hard and tried again. This time, the blade stayed upright. Grey nodded once. "Better." The pride on Tobin's face nearly made me laugh. I crossed the yard and crouched beside him. "You know," I said quietly, "I couldn't hold a blade either once."

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?