Double Sword Back Holster Novels & Stories

We must wear our stars which are small and looks like crochet. Once we reached the desk, Jeff who is in charge of this base greeted us and asked, "What you like to have a team?" Teams were called by their captain's name. Our big-mouth Becky started her list, once everyone got their weapons. I walked myself to the weapons room and picked up the set of Tanto knives and put them in the holders around my hip and one on my right thigh. Then I picked my favorite CZ 75 pistol pair and put it on my hip holster. Then Sig P2 38 on my left thigh holster. Get my Thranduil sword which I customized the handle myself on my back, picked extra bullets, and finally got MP5K and walked out. Once we were all se

It was heavier than I could ever have imagined. I always thought a sword was a light weapon when I saw the way people wielded it in a movie, but this one proved me wrong. It was so heavy that I had to hold it with my two hands. Nonetheless, I knew it was the best weapon, especially when facing a ferocious beast like this. The sword was made from silk, and it had a sharp blade that gleamed in the sun. I squatted down again and picked up two short knives, placing them behind my waist as a backup.

“I lost count after the second dormitory, but between three people, we killed well over 50. It does seem like a very good blade, indeed, made of silver? It feels like silver, but there is something else. Frank loves the handle, by the way.” “Traitor,” said Frank, refilling her drink. “Simplistically put, it’s copper core quenched in salt water, dipped in molten crystallized salt, and silver layers added,” said Hendrick. “Basically, the type of blade I don’t want to see in the hands of anyone wanting her dead,” said Frank. “Interestingly, the night we escaped jail, we used a sword to complete our mission at the South Africa compound. For the little side mission I had this morning, I used a sw

No tactical shields. Dominic walked at the lead, clad in simple black leather breeches and a dark tunic, a plain, unadorned steel broadsword resting in his right hand. Beside him walked Zane and Tristan, their dark daggers and trench blades unpowered, stripped of all runic enhancements. And walking between them was me. I wore a simple, dark velvet tunic, my long hair braided tightly back, my boots crunching softly against the blue ice. In my right hand, I carried a light, double-edged steel longsword. In my left, wrapped in leather, was the Eclipse Siphon.

He hadn’t done much with the room except for picking out bedding. The less there was the easier it would be for his mate to decorate. He took off his gun belt with twin .45 caliber revolvers with sandalwood grips and placed it on his nightstand, next he pulled his sword out of the sheath he kept hidden on his back under his coat. That sword was one of his prized possessions. It had been a gift when he completed his hunter trials from Ard’al. It was an immaculate silver sword with a carved wooden handle and intricate etching up the blade.

Sliding it seamlessly into the leather shoulder holster, I ensure that it is properly concealed beneath my suit coat. In my line of work, having a reliable and efficient weapon is crucial. For me, that weapon of choice is Glock. These semi-automatic handguns with polymer frames are widely favored by law enforcement and military personnel across the globe. With their robust construction, user-friendly operation, and safety features, Glock firearms provide the assurance I need for personal protection.

"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.

I asked and pointed to the weapons. I did a double take when I saw the shining sword I was pointing at. Its hilt was made of gold and there were jewels embedded in it. I looked at the other weapons next to it and found that the entire section was filled with jewelled daggers, swords and sabres. Samurai swords, Katanas and even dual broadswords lined up on the shelf. Some of them looked so ancient that I was certain that their price would make me faint. Some of the swords were emanating a faint glow, and I realised that they were spelled weapons. I wondered what exactly they could do...

One of the warriors spoke up, “Gamma Rory, I saw our Luna. She is bad ass. The mess she left behind took a long time to clean up.” Right. Some of the folks here saw the fight. I’m surprised they are not scared of me. Maybe because they are wolves or warriors. Who knows. I don’t want anyone to be afraid of me anyway. “I need a minute to set up.” I said as I dropped my bag on the bench. I opened the duffel and grabbed the thigh holsters and strapped them in. Then I grabbed some of the hand throwing knives and secured them in place before grabbing my scabbard. From there, the only knife different from my kabar knives is the bowie. It’s longer at sixteen inches. Then I grabbed my sheath for my w

Pushing open the back door to his stall, I gazed at the array of weapons that lay on the tables. Swords, bows, arrows and axes littered the tables. "When did you have time for this?" I whispered. Father surely hadn't done all of these in one day. As I gazed at the array of weapons, one weapon caught my eye. It was a silver sword. At the base of the handle was a purple gemstone. Gently grasping it, I felt the weight shift in my hand. Swords weren't my cup of tea. To me, they were heavy and left you open, but I still loved the way this sword looked.