Double Sword Back Holster Novels & Stories

She snips. “And here is your finished sword.” Archie hands it to me with a proud smile. “The lighter streaks are veins of silver, so avoid touching the broadside." Archie and I ramp things up while Bronx and Hana watch us intently, calling out corrections and tips. “How does the harness feel, Lenora?” Bronx asks during a water break. “You look like you’re guarding your back.” I stop mid-sip. He’s fucking kidding, right? Justice bristles. A wave of anger rushes through me, making me throw the water bottle at him. “YOU hurt my back, asshole! Before the Mating Gathering last year.”

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

‘What’s wrong with me this time? ‘Yeah right, besides that how that thing pulled me here? Anyway, I need to take it down soon. That devil must be really strong’ ’Okay, I will do this quickly so I can return to Aahva and go home.’ Abelard’s mainstay sword comes out of its scabbard. The scabbard is pitch black without any decoration, the hilt was carved with a unique horizontal engraving shaped like interlocking letters. There is a red jewel between the hilt of the sword and the sword. At the edges of the blade, it is very sharp and bluish silver, while the middle is gold and, when exposed to the moonlight, can emit a sparkling light.

She held it tightly. Serra thought it was heavy but it was surprisingly light, light as a feather. It's like she's holding a twig, very comfortable in her hands. She stared at the shimmering sword. It has a beautiful gold hilt with an intricate carved angel wings above the handle, the blade was long as her arms and it was sharp and shiny, the light bounced on it, and Serra could see herself on it like a clear mirror. The sword was like made specifically for her as it was comfortable to her hands and it felt familiar and comforting to the touch.

His style was similar to Nicklos's with his leather attire. The only difference was, he had many straps around his shoulder, holding a dual sword holster on his back. Another strap sat around his waist, holding a pair of daggers and throwing knives. His stiff stance suggested ex-military. Maybe a rouge militia now being hired by Laylia for her own personal gain. But the weapons he carried screamed assassin. Either he was a jack of all trades, or a different breed of fighting all together. With his old age, I couldn't imagine him being able to do much. More like a glorifed door greeter if you ask me.

I stood outside, under the harsh sun for about three minutes before I broke the lock of the door in annoyance and walked in. The first thing I did was to chug down a beer and then get an ice bag to help my sore ankles. Munching a bundle of crunchy biscuits, I waited patiently for Blade who still hadn’t replied my message. After consuming six bottles of beer and countless snacks, I watched a black sedan drive in and park in the coffee shop’s driveway. Blade came out with his usual all black clothing—a big black sweatshirt, a black baggy jean, black glasses, black face cap, black sneakers— and a revolver carefully tucked by his side.

Lexi and Genie had been nice enough to collect them all for me and were helping me through them, but I knew that I wouldn't be getting anything else done tonight. He stopped me just as I was about to grasp the handle of my door, taking hold of my wrist and drawing my attention back to him once more as I raised an eyebrow at him in question. "Here," he pushed the two smaller short swords he had been carrying into my hands, and for the second time tonight, I could have sworn my eyebrows actually became part of my hairline for a moment. "They're special made, extremely lightweight blades meant for speed more than anything else. They're not going to pierce through any heavy armor, but if you kno

He doesn't notice — couldn't notice — how my gaze quickly cuts to the rearview mirrors, checking the discreet presence of my men. My leather bag rests between us on the car seat, seemingly harmless — just another expensive designer accessory. But I know the weight it carries. The Glock 26, compact and deadly, is fitted into the special holster sewn into the lining. And beside it, wrapped in black silk, is the razor my mother gave me.

I angled it across my back, positioning the hilt over my right shoulder, but my fingers fumbled with the final clasp. "Here." Cassius’s voice was close, right behind me. "Let me." I held the strap taut as his deft fingers moved to secure the buckle. His presence was a solid, grounding warmth. "There. That should hold." I slid the sword in place. The whisper of steel against leather was a satisfying sound, settling snug and secure. "How does it feel?" he asked, stepping back. "Different," I admitted, shifting my shoulders to accommodate the unfamiliar weight. "But not bad. It feels… purposeful."

"They feel quite light..." I grip the white sword in my right hand and the black sword in my left. They fit well and feel comfortable in my hands. When I swing them, they don't feel heavy at all, despite their large size. The swords are shiny and appear to be quite valuable. They have two blade edges on each side and taper to a point on the sides, rather than being centered like regular swords. They have a good visual appeal, and I'm grateful for them. However, I can't help but wonder why there is no sheath for them, and I have no idea what material they're made of. If it were a fictional metal, it might be something like mithril, adamantium, or orichalcum.