Espada Novels & Stories

His available tools were: [Small Tempered crystal ax] Attack +1 Defense +1 [Small Tempered crystal Pickaxe] Attack +1 Defense +1 [Small Tempered crystal knife] Attack +2 [Small Tempered Crystal scissors] Attack +1 [Tempered Crystal ax] Attack +5 Defense +2 Agility +1

ßenlong exclaims. Alfi smiles and hops to ßenlong. He draws Tipit from his bracelet. The black silver Iru cloaks it in turning it into an eerie black spear with a black flame on its edge. There’s a snake motif on the haft. Lembuswana looks angered seeing ßenlong that has determined to fight him. “ßenlong?! Oh? You are approaching me? Instead of running away, you are coming right to me?” Lembuswana said arrogantly.

Leela said, ' Then give me your hand. ''Ezra said, Leela gave Ezra her hand. Ezra grabs it rip her necklaces off her neck. Ezra was wearing a necklace with a sword on the end of it. Ezra whispers a name to herself. The sword in her hand became bigger. The sword was a long, broad, curved blade made out of steel. Wrapped expensive, white sharkskin. The sharp dual-edged blade makes this the ideal weapon if you're looking to slice, dice, stab and jab your enemies.

"I'll go first. Cover me." "You sure you up for it?" Jacky raised his eyes and asked. Santiago smiled back at him before walking up to the man. The man smirked, "You are my opponent?" Santiago said nothing as he walked up to the man. The man took a step back before throwing the spiral knife in his hand. Santiago managed to dodge it and continued walking towards him. There was only a handful of people in this world who could use the spiral knife. This strangest feature of this knife was its boomerang-like fashion of being able to return to the thrower after being thrown.

When my opponent faints, in less than 6 seconds, I drop his body to the ground and look at the fascinated head warrior. Well, I see you've had good teachers. Who trained you, and where did you learn that? I've been training with the leaders of the River Ash Pack since I was six years old. They trained me and the Alpha's son together. This blow I just did, I learned from a Portuguese werewolf I met. He called it "Mataleão," which means "lion kill." - You have to explain that blow to us. - It will be my pleasure. - I answered him.

I need my sword. Reaching behind my back, I feel the cool, smooth texture of my marking shift beneath my fingers. There’s a brief moment where the ink pulses, almost as if it’s alive, before it solidifies into the hilt of my sword. I draw it out, feeling the familiar weight settle into my hand. The blade hums with energy, a glowing blue that pulses in time with my heartbeat. This sword is mine, a part of me, born of my blood and soul. Athena’s gift, forged from my very essence.

It smelled of truth. Kaelen moved with a grim, determined purpose, stripping off his fine tunic and replacing it with a simple leather jerkin. He chose his sparring blade, not the ornate, weighted sword of ceremony, but a plain, well-worn steel longsword that felt like an extension of his own arm. Its balance was perfect, its grip familiar, a solid, unyielding reality in a world that had become a nightmare of whispers and silence.

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.

But death was too easy for a man like Theo Harper. "I-I-I'm s-sorry..." Diego whimpered, bottom lip trembling and snot trickling down from his nose. His blotchy, puffy eyes blurred with another round of tears. I growled, "Pathetic," I moved to the tray of tools, dropping the switchblade for a hammer, "own up to what the fuck you did like a man," I reared my hand back and brought the hammer down, full swing, on his knee cap.