Espada Novels & Stories

Their screams were comparable to someone desperate to live. After I had that conversation with Hanaele, I haven't heard any response from her, but it doesn't matter. It only took a few minutes before she finally landed in front of me, eradicating those crawling roots which came closer to me. She did this by swaying her activated five to six-feet bronze metallic stick with a spiral arrow with an estimated circumference of eight from its base. According to the handouts we had, the one she was holding is a specialized weapon for an Esperer like her. Those roots turned black from brown as they flew away from us. Damn, I did not even notice that there were hidden roots underneath the mud that app

She stared at me, trying to figure me out. “I’ll go a step further—if you let me keep Jezebel, in three full moons I'll take Marianna as my mate. She is a beautiful girl. It would be my honor.” I added, and I meant it. Marianna with her fiery red hair, and freckled face, was very attractive.

"Clan Sköll? Det er ikke mulig. Sköll-klanen forsvant i min fars tid. (That's not possible. The Sköll Clan disappeared in my father's time.)" The sword disappeared from his neck as did the boots from his back. Taking these actions as permission, Brand slowly turned over and sat up. He first saw the large warrior draped in multiple furs and with an ax in his hand and a longsword strapped to his back. The man's black eyes bore into his, daring him to make one wrong move so he could play with his favorite toy and remove Brand's heart from his chest with it.

Third Person's POV If his skills would improve, he could also help take some pressure off Adelaide. She picked up the last weapon. The sword had a dull, dark sheen. The hilt was made from a beast's skull, the guard was carved into a ferocious wolf's head, and the crossguard was embedded with a power-charged wolf-eye stone.

Enyo Burnside “Alpha Clayton Blackridge, welcome to my Pack” Hadeon says to my mate with a grin, holding out his hand to Clay. Clay looks at it then at me, before taking his hand. “Alpha Hadeon, I presume “ Clayton says, Hadeon smiles as he takes Clay’s hand then turns back to me. I notice the amulet that hangs around his neck, the strange coloured stone almost looks like it’s moving, swirling a green/blue as if it’s alive. I notice a smaller version hanging around both the necks of the two women.

Not raised. Not sheathed. Waiting.

Before he could react further, Selena suddenly called out, "Sally!" The maid bit her lip, then spun and dashed into a tent. In moments, she returned with a spear in her hands. "Catch, my lady!" she cried, flinging it with all her strength. A flash of silver gleamed as the spear landed perfectly in Selena's grasp. Without hesitation, she swung it in a wide arc. A chill of silver light streaked through the air, followed by several thunderous cracks as the spear's force scorched the earth, leaving a long, deep fissure that shimmered with flickering flames.

Many times his eyes darted to the edge of the path he was passing. The movement in the thickets brought Orda to a halt again, his horse grunting and neighing softly. Orda drew the double-edged ax he threw onto his back. The handle of the object was rather long and silvery in color. Each blade bears a sign of a roaring tiger. “Whoever you are, come out,” Orda said, his voice was firm yet still. Even so, a drop of sweat seemed to be dripping down his forehead.

It was filled with copper, silver and gold royals, all to help supply them while they sought out allies. After Boro said his farewell and accepted the money, he quickly made himself busy checking out the two pack horses. He wanted to give Littume and Lord Jetir space for there farewells. He saw Jetir give his son a firm hug and share a few words with him. Then he saw Lord Jetir unwrap the cloth and from it pulled out an ornate brown and gold scabbard. The scabbard was too thick to belong to a rapier, and too wide to be a katan, the long slightly curved, single edge style sword that Boro himself used. This one was as wide as the width of his palm and had two edges to it. A broadblade, an olde

She took a deep breath and opened it gently. Inside the box laid an ornate weapon, no longer than five feet. From a quick look, Cassana could tell the handle was made of obsidian. A fine carving of wreathe with the shape of willow leaves twisted around the handle up to its arms. The upper and lower limbs, made of either holly or cedar, extended out from the handle to form an exquisite symmetrical arc that curved on its ends. A string made of sinew fiber stretched from one groove to the other, pulling the wood into shape, while seemingly emanating an ineffable hum.