Double Sword Back Holster Novels & Stories

She didn't want to have to explain Somito dropping her off to both of them. "Especially not Nomo Sofia was about to open it when Somito called out, “Hang on.” She glanced over in time to see him reach into the pocket of his jacket, draw out what appeared to be a knife secured in a leather holster. “I want you to take this,” he said. Sofia took the knife and unclipped the holster. Sofia slid the leather holster off, revealing a short sword with a length of about four inches, and blue lines running down its side, resembling those on Somito’s tattoos.

Written on its side was a note. From your favorite teacher! Stay Safe, my lady! Also, you can have them change if you like something else. She smiled at the message and knew who it was from. Opening the box, she was stunned to see two polished shortsword and an arming sword. Its handle was black. The short sword's blade has a bit of a curve at the tip, its' base has prints of engraving and was thicker than she’s expected but still light when she wielded it. The arming sword was the same only with a longer reach and more pointed tip.

I failed to recognize the man that glared back at me. I slipped on my back gun holster over my black long-sleeve shirt and jammed my Baretta 9000s fully clipped with bullets. There were two spaces for two extra mags. In this life of mine, there was always an unexpected shoot-out. I took my shoulder holster for my curved blades and knives. I loved knives because of one thing, they were silent and deadly in the right hands. I put on my black shiny brogues and finally don my suit which smartly concealed my weapon.

"Grab what you need." I let out a squeal of delight and begin to rummage through the throwing knives. I pick two that have a nice weight and balance to them and strap them to my hips. I grab a sword and strap it to my back. Now to the guns. I pass right by the rifles and straight to the handguns. A pink Glock 9mm catches my eye. I pick it up and aim it against an empty wall. The sight needs a bit of a tweak, but that is not something that I can't handle quickly. I strap the 9mm to my leg and turn to find my father and Osiris giving me a strange look.

Shamira walked away. Shamira went and got into her armor, then picked up the rest of her gear. She had one whip wrapped around her waist as usual and the bullwhip hanging off the side. She had two shoulder holsters, each sporting a 9mm with silver hollow-points. A couple of knives in her boots and a double-barrel, silver buckshot shotgun slung over her back made her feel like picking a fight. Probably not the best thing for her current frame of mind, but Shane had been the one to demand it.

The swords are bronze, beneath their silver skins. I’m barely two feet from the line, and I give away one of them stepping back from Black’s slash. The howling around us becomes a gasp as his blade is motionless in the moment before he starts the backswing, and I reach out, and grab it with my bare hand.

I said as I slowly slide off the made up bed made of hays. I am relieved that I am wearing my usual clothes and that my holster belt is still on my hips with that ‘hoowlere’ whistle I received from Wei, the magical horn from Lana, that jade dagger from Sir Hulio and that leather bag containing 6 magical bottles I receive from the town folks of Sallis.

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.

“How much?” Deacon put his hands up. “Celestial weaponry is not sold, Theo. The weapon is fated to a specific owner and that sword was destined to be yours.” Theo nodded, pretending he understood the meaning of it. Deacon pointed to the scabbard with a holster fit for a dagger in the chest. The moment Theo touched the scabbard, the sword shrunk to its original size. Convenient, he thought, as he sheathed the dagger into the scabbard.

she said. Lukas went to the weapons and grabbed out of the air with both hands. "I told you we're going to find you your weapons, right?" he said, grinning. "And here it is." He gave a sheathed sword to Marjien. The sheath was plain white, except for the part where the hilt met the edge of the sheath. The hilt was wrapped in a golden leather and there were chains at the handle. Marjien took hold of the hilt and pulled the blade out. The blade was silver and double-edged. It was sharp, and very new.