Espada 3 Novels & Stories

His fingers curled around it…and lifted. The metal shifted against my hair, cool and solid, for a brief second, it caught in the strands, then it came free. The weight leaving felt heavier than it had ever felt resting there….s if something invisible had been torn away along with it. The night air touched the bare skin of my head, cool and unfamiliar. A murmur rippled through the crowd, not loud but enough to mark the moment. The triplets arrived together. Cyril at the center. Caleb on his right.

The face was all scratched up, and anything on her body that could prove her identity was taken away, so we suspect it's an intentional murder. Hearing that the body was salvaged from Salakole, Winston paused for a moment, then he put on his sterile gloves with a poker face. I floated in mid-air, staring at the man in front of me. Three years... It had been three years since I died. After I died, my soul was trapped in Salakole, suffering in the fierce wind and freezing weather all day. Until someone found me, they brought me back. But I didn't expect that Winston was the person who would personally dissect me.

"Jack wolf, please!" With a surge of adrenaline, Jack Wolf summoned every last ounce of strength. The spear shone brighter, its power surging through him like a river of light. Eryndor's eyes widened in surprise as Jack Wolf's grip tightened, the spear's tip pressing deeper into his chest. The dark magic swirling around him began to falter. Eryndor stood on his ground. The air was electric with the clash of steel and the scent of sweat and blood. Eryndor's Shadowing dagger seemed to dance in the moonlight, its dark blade slicing through the air with a haunting screee-ksss.

It wasn’t long, she heard the sound of a car starting and then it was gone, meaning she was alone in the house. She searched around with her eyes, there was nothing in the room, absolutely nothing that one can use as a weapon, the man was being careful as hell, she wondered what his name was, he probably would be answering a name that match his reputation, just like El Diablo. If he is answering that and from his tone of Spanish, she guessed he must be from Colombia, he didn’t really look like them but his Spanish can’t be something he learnt, it must be his mother’s tongue.

"Fast forward to the most important part. 18 years ago, the queen got pregnant for the third time, that's after giving birth to two sons. The day she delivered, she gave birth to triplets: two boys and a girl". I held my breath. I'm a triplet? "Yes Azura. That day, the whole kingdom was overjoyed _especially your parents_ at the arrival of the first princess. Unfortunately the joy didn't last" I could feel the sorrow immediately flowing in Lily. Deep sorrow. "What happened?"

Gaze aim towards the most beautiful girl in the audiences. The two were in their starting position again, ready to attack for round two. But, the instant the referee signal, Zitrey attack first this time, Ezikiel duck to dodge it and thrust Zitrey’s throat, followed by his full spirits shout, however, at that same time the point of the Zitrey’s weapon was on his neck too. Back then, the direction of the swords was away from him, but in a blink it was already on his neck and he was hit first than him hitting Zitrey. Though Zitrey was holding the bamboo sword with only her left hand.

The master officiating the match called for it to begin. Immediately Nila sprung from a ready stance into Sparrow Through The Brush, she flitted back and forth stabbing with her thin rapier. Fur blocked each stab with Falcon On The Wind, a form normally used for fighting an opponent using a sword with a single edge. He struck back with Tiger Jumps Its Prey, a huge over hand blow that Nila side-stepped. That move would have sheared her and her thin blade completely in half. Nila was wide eyed now, she was completely out classed and she knew it. The fear left her eyes again, replaced by resolve and anger. Boro's fear only increased.

Gael, Hakeem, and I had passed out after four hours of non-stop mating. I was sandwiched between my two men, my head resting on Hakeem’s chest and Gael’s leg and arm thrown over both of us as he snuggled into my back. I felt as if I had just fallen asleep when flashes and fragments of dreams began to play through my mind. They were disjointed, speeding through my mind almost too fast to catch. There is Charlie holding two pups in her arms, the pack being attacked on the western front, Arya fallen to her knees sobbing in the middle of a battlefield, funeral pyres, me looking down at my pregnant stomach with Gael and Hakeem smiling down at me, whoops of victory and wails of defeat. As the

Like a bullet, he quickly appeared before me. Dragging his sword behind, he lifted it up and slash towards me. Clang! The end blade of my scythe clashes with his chipped sword. I tighten my grip and tried to hook his head. He dropped his head and pushed me, another sword came from behind. Hindi ko ito nakita, at medyo huli ng mapansin ko ito. Ang espada ay tumatama sa aking pisngi at sa kamay na nakahawak sa aking scythe.

So, Tian Sen produced several black orbs, ready to hurl them at the monsters. “Damn it, how did I end up facing three Level 3 monsters? Where am I, anyway?” Princess Chu asked, unable to believe her luck after leaving Tian Sen’s cave. Not only had her wounds not healed, but now her body was covered in even more injuries from fighting the Level 3 Horned Wolf monsters. AAAAAAWWWWWWUUUUUUU….