Double Sword Back Holster Novels & Stories

This horn only appears in the shadow of my body. My only travel companion was my boots stomping, which echoed along the road. I held the strap of my sling bag while occasionally whistling. This bag contains a sword and a large hunting rifle. Oh, I hope no one stops me just because I'm carrying a sword and a gun. The further I walked, the yellowish twilight light darkened the shadow of my body. The cold wind blew and swirled around my body. This cold air brings my memories back to many years ago.

The kind of place, he’d said, where pain was part of the lesson. Yadira had once remarked that this backyard setup felt more like something made for their toddlers. But it would do, for now, to keep their skills sharp. The blade she was using had been forged by a blacksmith on the far side of the island. They’d stocked up on similar weapons for training. Ghulik had all of their original gear in safekeeping, including Gildeon’s shortsword. How he managed to store and carry everything in that tiny body, Arah still had no idea.

There was also a golden cover at the center of its handle, and there were some abstract designs embossed on it. Cordelia's spear can shrink into a handy weapon with blue crystal blades on both ends but in different sizes, from where the mainly used one is much longer and visible than the other one. Its handle was made with silver metal with shiny and tiny pieces of crystals sprinkled all over it. Her partner—Helios, got his sword upgraded as well. His weapon could turn into different styles and sizes that he thought would fit into a certain battle.

From my wrist sleeve, I slipped out my insurance policy. It wasn't metal. Metal would set off the magnetometer wands Jarrah’s enforcers would undoubtedly sweep over me before I stepped foot inside the cathedral. It was a five-inch, customized carbon-fiber blade jet black, feather-light, double-edged, and completely invisible to security scanners. It was a quiet, lethal piece of engineering I’d bought off the black market two years ago. Carefully, with methodical precision, I slid the sheath into the tailored pocket built within the heavy boning beneath my left rib cage. The blade sat flush against my ribs, hidden entirely by the cascading layers of lace and reinforced satin.

He had to consider who he was fighting for. The thoughts that were spinning through his mind suddenly came to a grinding halt. Without saying a word, Alex reached his right arm over his shoulder. The sword sheathed on his back was not like a normal blade. He crafted it himself with precise ingenuity. On the hilt of the sword, a small handle stuck outward from the side. Alex grabbed hold of the handle and pulled the sword from his back. The blade itself was rather short, only a little over fifteen inches in length. Attached from the bottom end of the hilt was a series of firm, leather straps, which Alex quickly fitted along his arm just above his elbow. Alex had been taught from day one that

Third Person's POV If his skills would improve, he could also help take some pressure off Adelaide. She picked up the last weapon. The sword had a dull, dark sheen. The hilt was made from a beast's skull, the guard was carved into a ferocious wolf's head, and the crossguard was embedded with a power-charged wolf-eye stone.

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.

I say pointing to the blood bags in the garbage bin. His eyes widen at all the blood bags and I chuckle, “They aren’t all mine sheesh, Zane fed to.” “Right ok, here’s your sword.” He hands me my sword and I fasten it on my back then fix my guns in my holster. The siren warning intruders goes off and we make eye contact. “It’s time.”

I grab a Glock 19, ensuring it's loaded with a full magazine, and tuck it into a custom-made holster at my side. I also choose a compact SIG Sauer P365 as a backup, sliding it into an ankle holster just in case. A sleek black hunting knife catches my eye, and I secure it in a sheath strapped to my thigh. I know I might not need all these weapons, but having them gives me a sense of control—a small comfort in this chaotic situation. As I head out into the night, I can only hope that my instincts are wrong—that Diana is safe and this whole nightmare is just an unfortunate misunderstanding.

In other words "JOKER'. I threw my eyes at them, but it seemed to multiply their joy. I ignored them and occupied the empty place beside Orion. He overlooked me as well which I don't care about at all. He was cleaning his sword. This sword was hand forged from carbon steel. The pommel and crossguard are also solid carbon steel with highly polished copper, diamond-shaped inlays. The handle was wood wrapped in leather with a carved eagle in it. When I reached out and tried to touch the sword, Orion gently slapped my hand and prevent me from reaching near it.