Double Sword Back Holster Novels & Stories

I said with a sniff as Orel laughs. “Please, I am just as interested in watching your reactions just like them.” Orel said as I returned the swords back to their scabbard. “So how do I use this sheath?” I asked Orel who glared at the swords. “You are supposed to crisscross the scabbard in your back.” Orel said as I frowned at him. “Why am I supposed to?” I asked taking note of his diction as Orel shook his head. “Because we will have to find a new way for the scabbard to always be with you. I refused to allow you crisscross the swords in your back.

The old swordsman and the young swordsman who helped him were flung far out of the Sect Hall. Just as Chyou Chen was about to catch up with the two, several more swordsmen started attacking him all of a sudden. the hidden swordsmen started to come out and surrounded the two in front of the Sect Hall which they had managed to break through. There were about twenty warriors who surrounded the two of them, the faces of the warriors were very familiar to Khalid. "It's amazing, I can now come face to face with the best Swordsmen in this land," Khalid exclaimed, gripping his sword tightly.

The attacked from his morning breath first made him flinch, which he quickly shrugged off, and went on with adjusting the waistline of his trouser. The left halve of the trailer housed a mattress, clothes and other junks he could find, while the other were a kitchenette, an old table, and his weapons. He then walked over to the right end of the trailer where sat the lazy rickety old looking table with a coarse honey-brown surface, and a limping leg supported by a slightly smaller wood right underneath. His eyes carefully went over the items on it: a disembodied Glock 17 9mm pistol, a weapon with the rare antique class of the past age -near extinct; an army knife with one smooth razor sharp e

He stuttered. "Huh?" I asked dumbfounded. "The sword....i- it's not a knife, it's a katana sword. They are very sharp and can be quite lethal. If you don't know how to hold it, you can get seriously hurt. I'm sorry miss, but if you don't hold a permit for it, I can not allow you to keep it."

A silver-trimmed cloak billowed behind her, offering an ethereal aura as she moved. Lana's eyes flickered over the arsenal of weapons laid out before her, each one meticulously chosen to aid her in the upcoming battle. A silver sword, its blade shimmering in the dim light, rested in a sheath at her side. Its hilt was adorned with intricate carvings depicting wolves in a fierce chase, symbolizing both her strength and her connection to her pack.

She smiled nervously as she thrusted it towards me. I took it and stood up, examining it in my hands. The hilt was somewhat curved and had a few jewels encrusted it. The sheath was silver colored with grey shining linings and a few tiny jewels embedded in it. I drew it out in one move and Nyx jumped in shock which made me chuckle. The blade glinted at the tip and I could tell the blade was pure silver, so sharp, perfect for beheading transgressors. I sheathed the sword.

Ten minutes later, my phone rang. It was Caius, his voice a command. "Bring me a new holster. Black leather." "When do you need it?" "Now." I stared at my pale reflection in the dark screen. "Got it." Back home, I went to my workshop. It was filled with holsters I’d made for him. Each one hand-stitched, every detail filled with years of dedication. I found the newest one. Black cowhide, with his initials stitched on the inside. I remembered the first one I ever made him.

He loaded the other one and put it under his belt. He pulled out another box. It was rectangular in shape. He opened it and revealed a slim dagger with the belt. He strapped it under his pants just above the ankle. "You know how to use any weapon"? He turned to Noah. "Uhm. Chamber revolver… Conrad taugt me". He replied seriously. Natt nodded in approval. Handing him a holster. He opened and found a mini revolver, an 8 bullet chamber revolver. It was the latest 38 Special Blank-Firing Revolver. Noah strapped it under his shirt on his chest.

Michael sneered, pulling out the cross-shaped greatsword hanging at his waist. In an instant, it seemed as though a sun had appeared, casting a blinding light that made people's eyes ache. Wilbur squinted as he looked at the cross-shaped greatsword. A golden radiance adorned the large sword, so dense that it obscured the details of the blade. However, the vast power emanating from it caused a mournful hum to echo across the entire grassland. "Another divine weapon! The heritage of the Holy Illuminati is truly enviable," Wilbur commented with a sigh.

I went straight for the back of the closet, dragging out the heavy suitcase I hadn't touched since the Sledge war ended. I clicked the latches open. The metallic snick-snick felt like a death knell. I pulled out my twin silver-plated handguns, checking the chambers with a mechanical, cold precision. I slid my silver-etched dagger into the thigh holster and tucked a fresh pack of Wolfsbane vials into my jacket. I threw on my leather jacket, the weight of the steel against my ribs feeling like the only thing keeping me together. I caught my reflection in the mirror—pale, eyes wide and shimmering with a desperate, golden Seer light.