Double Sword Back Holster Novels & Stories

And, here I am. "Umm, no, sir. You are staying here. Watch out for the things left here. I will be back before the sun will set, or if I could find something strange and dangerous things to where I am going. And, don't fucking argue because you are not gonna win." I told him sternly, which made his eyebrows meet in opposition. And, when he is about to argue, I pressed the button of the handle of my retractable sword in my hold that made his eyes widen in surprise as the telescopic sword blade extended up to thirty-six inches from twelve. I really love this stuff, and I have complete training with Mylo in using this weapon during my vacations back in England.

“Not what looks royal. What will still be in your hand when the pretty weapons are gone.” I moved along the rack. A short spear balanced like a promise. A bow of white horn. A coat of scales dark as river ice. I lifted a hand axe first, felt the pull in my wrist, put it back. He watched my shoulders, not the steel. That was the bond work. He was learning how I decided. “This.” I took a mid length sword, single edged, the guard simple, the weight honest. Then a second piece, a narrow blade meant to sit against the spine. Last, a set of throwing knives small enough to live in a boot.

she said, presenting the sword to me. I stared at this amazing object, and I could feel its power as if it were speaking to me. Its smooth surface and unique, sharp edges were undeniably beautiful and deadly. The sword's hilt was covered by black leather, carefully protecting the one wielding the sword from silver poisoning. To think I was looking at the celestial object… It felt surreal. The King having a weapon made by the Goddess herself sounded amazing, but I didn't think that keeping the sword inside the palace was wise.

But first… I need to buy something to protect myself. ”Wai, open the store. I want to buy the sacrificial sword“ [Sacrificial sword. A sword that helps the user make a blast that is 10x his normal hit. This would only happen one time for every 25 seconds. It cost 150 harto. You currently have 220 harto. Do you still want to purchase it?] Letting out a sigh, it is not as if I can go on like this without any weapon. But wait… isn't a gun more useful than a sword? I always use a sacrificial sword which is why I was so used to it. But, a sword for long-distance combat, isn't it… a little useless?

With purposeful movements, he donned the protective gear, each piece fitting snugly against his form. Glancing at his collection of weapons, a flicker of nostalgia crossed his mind. "How I wish I still had that emerald sword," he muttered, his gaze fixed on a small room adjacent to his living space. Opening the door, he flicked on the lights, revealing a myriad of weapons adorning the walls. His eyes were drawn to two gleaming swords, separate from the rest. Retrieving them, he carefully placed them in the sword holder on his back.

Hidden on the back of the painting were two swords she had hidden sometime ago along with other swords everywhere in the palace for situation like this " ah" a sharp pain hit Celeas back " what is it now?" She tryed to put her hand on her back, when she felt something wet " blood" Celea couldn't understand what was going on but she couldn't stop now. She had people she needed to protect Celea took the swords and went outside with the hope to find a witch to teleport her on the battlefield and there she was Andrea " Andrea!" Celea called and the witch turned to face were the voice was coming from

It’s lightweight but the feeling of the fabric is heavy and textured, almost like scales, and has built-in scabbards on the back, designed specifically for these weapons. “It’s like it was almost made for you” Asena sighs. “Be careful Hunji, I have a feeling your queen will be very disappointed if you go and die on her.” “I don’t plan on dying.” I gruff out. Sheathing the swords that fit snuggly against me. I head for the door, my plan to is to race down the mountain to the vehicle Morgan and I left there and drive as far and as close to Eririat as I can.

She quickly takes inventory of the weapons on her person and in the bag. She had three throwing knives, two swords, two pistols and their holster. And her necklace that doubled as a razor whip that could take off heads if used correctly, and she knew how to use it perfectly. She smiles, and runs her hands over her bra for its hidden bits, three lockpicks and another two flexible knives, that only harden when turned on, otherwise they feel soft and fold like fabric. They’re completely hidden in the fabric of her bra.

A Kopis, sheathed in intricately tooled leather, hangs by the side of the empty armour in front of me. I may not remember the names of the Greek gods and who was doing who, but the weapons, those I do recall. The forward curve of the bulging razor sharp blade and the sexy concave curve towards the hilt, it’s a weapon made for wet dreams. That’s not to mention the smooth horn handle with its own set of sultry twists and glistening garnets and emeralds set into the outer edge. As I carefully remove the baldrick from its resting place and fasten it in place over my own shoulder, I feel my wolf’s sense of belonging. He silently looks out through my eyes, his gaze slowly searching for something

It was human military gear, and I purchased the entire authentic setup. I tightened the black woven belt and laced the middle-shin high black combat boots. The outfit even came with a leather thigh holster. It housed the Bowie survival knife, and the compass, encased in its own holster, clicked to the side of the belt. I looked like a G.I. Jessica Rabbit.