Romans & histoires Dragon Blade Naruto

He wasn't fighting back, neither was he resisting and it infuriated me all the more. I slammed into him, grabbed a fistful of his shirt and flung him across the room. I barely registered the shocked faces around. This was between my bastard of a mate and I, and I pretty much didn't give a damn about how much strength I was showcasing. He crashed into a table, breaking it into several pieces. I sifted again, aiming to strike again but something... Someone held my arm. "Danae." Nyxaria called with her voice in deep layers. My dragon stirred and I felt myself starting to slip... Much like... When Adrienne had... My vision sharpened with razor focus and bloodlust.

He slammed right into a large stone wall, his body trembling. “H-How could I be injured? It shouldn’t be… ugh! This sword!” The little dragon realized that the sword piercing his body was the Dragon Conqueror’s Sword—a sword capable of draining a dragon’s blood—but how could the Blood Sect possess it? He recognized the person who owned this sword; the little dragon’s expression changed as he stared at the Eighth Elder. “Da Bo, is that you?” the little dragon shouted, staring at the Eighth Elder, who was smiling broadly.

" I looked at the man in front of me and an anger rose up within me. I felt like killing the man at all cost. I saw the man trying to charge his lightning powers by coating the sword with it. Not making the same mistake from last time, I'll bent down and picked up the dragon sword that had fallen with my right hand. But something strange happened. The sword on my left hand glowed blue and the blood from my two misjointed arms floated above the air and in an instant, they were all consumed by the Dragon sword.

The monster's body looked weak. “Draco, holy flame! Now!" cried Edmund for guidance. Draco waved the fire dragon wings he was wearing. He was fully concentrated. “Urvath! Holy Flamdro,” said Draco. “Urvath, Holy Flame.” The dragon flaming wings on Draco's back fluttered rapidly and released the flames with a white light in the center of their core. The flames quickly wrapped around the monster's body, which was already weak and in pain from the healing water. The sword beast's body burned to the ground to become dust, causing black smoke to soar and a hissing sound that hurt the ears.

The prisoner was still trying to free himself, and the dragon was completely oblivious to him now that there was another human to contend with. Something had to give. As the dragon continued to spin and rock, Nya decided she had to let go with her arm so that she could pull her sword again. Fumbling for the sheath as the rocking dragon through her balance off, she strained to keep her knees tight so she didn’t slide around and could get a grip.

3RD PERSON Everyone is holding their breath while waiting for the duel between Black Dragon and Hercules to start. They seems to be trying to gauge each other’s skill on the sword. Hercules is using a longsword and JD is using a katana. Who will dominate the duel? Everyone is waiting to witness it. Finally, Hercules raised his sword and attacks JD in full force. JD just lightly flicks his katana towards his longsword and deflects the attack. “Is that your best?” JD asks Hercules who is already starting to get annoyed.

BLADE 3. Pain. It was all I felt when I shot my eyes opened. I felt so sore and tired. The memories of how Lorenzo plunged deeper into me last night filled my mind. He was so cruel to me. I didn't find any enjoyment in it at all. I tried lifting my hands and I was happy It was back to functioning. My tit hurts too as a result of the sucking he did last night.

The guards instantly snapped to attention, their hands dropping to the hilts of their longswords. ​"Halt! Who goes—" the lead guard started, but the words were cut short. ​I didn't give them a chance to finish. I channeled the volatile core of dragon energy directly into my palm, letting a dense, swirling mass of dark crimson and black flames manifest across my skin.

Freja made her way to the Blacksmith, Zarek in tow. She had spotted a beautiful dagger set upon one of the shelves where the Blacksmith had placed ready to sell items. The blade was slender but wide enough to be of use, the handle being carved bone with a jewel inlaid at the top. Lovely swirls has been carved into the bone, each coming together to form the shape of a simplistic dragon. Ignoring the ache in her feet she almost ran to pick up the item before another did. “Wow, this is fine craftsmanship. What do you want it for?” She asked the Smithy, the soot covered balding man behind the anvil.

Dexter said aloud as we heard the door leading to the other sections of the mansion open. Everyone's gaze was fixed on the passageway leading to the stairs, waiting in excitement to see what our Alpha had to present. And when I was beginning to think that our Alpha's surprise was a flop, I saw the hugest scare of my life. The whole hall fell into chaos as most people screamed and yelled in fear while others like myself stood speechless and motionless. It was a man. A man whose reputation spoke for itself. It was the legendary Alpha Blade, known in Haven as The Ripper.