Espada Novels & Stories

"Girl! You should see your face right now, peace mocked." "Will you ever be on my side? Ugh!" "No, never she sings." Finally, after five tormenting hours on makeup and hairstyling, they think it's time to set me free. Peace showed me the three dresses, Alex picked for me and honestly, they are all breathtaking. One is a purple sleeveless body con gown that looks fitting. It is neither short nor long. It is beautiful. The other is a long strapless red gown. It shines brightly under the dim light and I can tell that It fit in perfectly, as it curves around my waist nicely but then, it's too revealing for my likeness.

Their focus is razor-sharp, the tension palpable. Kayden pulls on his leather chest plate, cinching the laces with meticulous care. Jayden, in turn, sharpens a broadsword, each stroke a whisper promising vengeance. As for me, I tighten the straps of my lightweight armour, feeling the cool touch of metal against my skin, a comforting shield against the storm of emotions raging within me.

I promptly handed them to Trav. But that wasn't the most shocking part. The next thing my dad pulled out did not make Trav's mate look good at all. He flicked open a bloodied blue Cold Steel Extra Large Espada. I gasped, instantly noting the color. I knew knives, and I had distinctly noted the color of the one Sara had as I had not known this particular switchblade to come in any color other than black. "Dad, that's Sara's knife," I said, stating the fact out loud.

"IT WAS SAID JUST BEFORE ALL THE CHAOS THAT I DIDN'T HAVE A NAME BECAUSE I HADNT EARNED ONE, WELL ILL FUCKING EARN IT NOW AND I WANT IT ONE ALL OF YOUR LIPS WHEN YOU LEAVE HER AND SPECK WITH YOUR BOSSES AND ENIMIES" I take a pair of metal cutter off the tray Petro returned with and motion to one of the men on his knees. I tell two guards to hold hit head and open his mouth, when the man fights against their hold, I swing the metal cutters and clunk his along the face as if id slapped him.

Tiny fiery sparkles surrounded me and the split metallic bullet fell to the ground. I raised my head and I saw a guy with blonde hair standing on the stairs holding a gun pointed at me. "I won't lie, you have good reflexes. I was sure that shot should have killed you if you didn't block it.," he said and cracked his gun. "You've done the worst. How unfortunate for you, for me to pull my Katana against you," I breathed. "I want to tell you something interesting, do you know why these Katanas are called Espada de la Muerte because whenever I pull them out my opponent either gets killed or seriously injured." I ran towards him and he shot me but I blocked it with

Ram, Nand, and Vipula were locked in their own fierce battles. The masked man's followers swarmed them, but each team member stood resilient, their unique weapons turning the tide in their favor. Ram wielded a double-edged sword, its blade humming with energy. He moved with a ferocity that belied his calm demeanor, each swing of his sword sending enemies sprawling. His strikes were precise, each blow calculated to incapacitate rather than kill, reflecting his disciplined nature. As attackers closed in, he parried and countered with an almost supernatural speed, the sword's glow illuminating his path through the chaos.

Lisa’s hands trembled as she sifted through the ancient texts in the folder. The weight of what Mia had uncovered pressed down on her like a physical force. The information before her was a tangled web of botanical knowledge, ancient rituals, and dark secrets. The *Sopor Veritas* was not just rare—it was an artifact of a bygone era, used in ceremonies that involved mind control, trances, and, in some cases, death.

Up until this point, even though he knew that she'd once tried to leave him in a foreign country to fend off for himself, he's still thought about her safety. And that send a stab of pain and regret right through her. Still smiling, Navea took a slim blade from the folds of her dress. The motion produced a sharp swish, the cartoonish sound effect movies use on swordfights, except that it was nowhere near close to cartoonish now. The blade itself was about a foot long, with a carved golden handle and a pointed black blade. She examined it in the moonlight, running her fingers along the intricate carvings. When she noticed Kat looking at it, she laughed and said, "You like this, Katalina? This

He was met by his kind smile as Kaylus watched him attentively. "I was watching you." Kaylus looked at him, his eyebrows scrunched on his forehead. "But how? There's no one here though?," he murmured, his eyebrows furrowing further. "Oh! But I did felt some strange tingle on my nape, sire. Like—, like someone was watching me..." His Master chuckled as he clapped his hand once. An object materialized on his right palm. He held it close enough for Kaylus to see. It was a handheld mirror, with gold coating on it's handle and rim.

My fingers are on my chin as I crouched and looked at it. The cover or the sheath was silver with a few pints of gold, I don't understand the engravings etched on it. Because of my curiosity, I held it and released it from its sheath. Unlike other sword, its blade was bluish and silver, the handle was wood in color and the cover was glass. It was not as heavy as it look. I lifted it up and swayed it... Imagining I was a samurai fighting some bad guys. I chuckled.