Do You Like My Sword Tobuscus Novels & Stories

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

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."

I need my sword. Reaching behind my back, I feel the cool, smooth texture of my marking shift beneath my fingers. There’s a brief moment where the ink pulses, almost as if it’s alive, before it solidifies into the hilt of my sword. I draw it out, feeling the familiar weight settle into my hand. The blade hums with energy, a glowing blue that pulses in time with my heartbeat. This sword is mine, a part of me, born of my blood and soul. Athena’s gift, forged from my very essence.

His eyes lit up in humor. “Where is your helmet now?” I ask, as Toby parry’s the attack that Hades launched. “I don’t feel the need to have it here with me. You guys are not worth my time.” He answers. Well, that’s good. Maybe his arrogance will get to him. I swing my sword at him, actually catching his arm as he twirls. The blood slowly drips down his arm. He looks at it like an annoyance. Toby takes advantage and cuts his other arm. I can see the bone underneath that cut.

Well, maybe not the whole truth. Tres blinked. “So, like . . . there’s a real sword in there?” James nodded. “Yeah.” “Sweet! Can I see?” Tres exclaimed and jumped up from his seat. “Sure, I guess.” James laid the bag down, unzipped it, and spilled the sword onto the bed. Tres picked it up immediately. “Holy crap! This thing’s heavy,” he said as he unsheathed it and studied the shimmering blade. “Pretty cool. What’s he teaching that stuff to you for?”

It was filled with copper, silver and gold royals, all to help supply them while they sought out allies. After Boro said his farewell and accepted the money, he quickly made himself busy checking out the two pack horses. He wanted to give Littume and Lord Jetir space for there farewells. He saw Jetir give his son a firm hug and share a few words with him. Then he saw Lord Jetir unwrap the cloth and from it pulled out an ornate brown and gold scabbard. The scabbard was too thick to belong to a rapier, and too wide to be a katan, the long slightly curved, single edge style sword that Boro himself used. This one was as wide as the width of his palm and had two edges to it. A broadblade, an olde

He gave a teasing smile, raising an eyebrow. “I’ll tell you,” He said, clicking his tongue. “If you train with me.” I groaned, picking up the sword. “Fine.” The sword slipped from my grip as I tried to lift it up. “Fuck,” I groaned, bending to pick it up. “Do you think I can actually use this?” “Your girlfriend knows how to use it.” Thomas teased but it didn't sound funny. “That’s not funny, Thomas,” I warned, glaring at him.