Flame Longsword Novels & Stories

Zacho immediately smirked as he slowly lifted his left hand and swiftly brushed the longsword. The longsword then emitted a blazing light, filling the earth with a massive aura. It was the ultimate technique of the North Sea Galaxy, Flaming Star Swordsmanship. Gasp! The True Flame Sect disciples shuddered in shock as they sensed the strong sword aura. That was the North Sea Galaxy's ultimate technique. Only a few had managed to cultivate it for the past few thousand years. That was why none of the disciples knew about it, and the sword aura suffocated them.

Embedded in the palm of one stone hand was a long, silver sword. I recognized it immediately from the hilt, but the blade now flickered with silver flames. The ever-mutating castle had taken my sword and warped it. As my fingers wrapped around the hilt, a sense of power coursed through me. Slowly, I pulled it free from the stone hands. Holding it before me, I felt heat brush against my face. It emitted a faint white glow, promising to cut and burn at the same time. It was good to have a weapon again. I slipped it into the scabbard at my belt; it still fit perfectly, and the silver flames were snuffed out as I sheathed it.

She hadn't been gone long before Brandon suddenly said he needed to go buy some seasoning and left after her. I trailed behind them from a distance. Sure enough, after just a little while, I saw him at the end of the garden path, holding that delicate woman in his arms, comforting her gently as she sobbed. "I'm not mad at you. I just told you before not to show up in front of Daniella so often. She'll overthink things, okay?" Lexie had already noticed me. She raised an eyebrow at me and whined coyly, "But this time wasn't my fault. Mr. Foster, you were the one messing around in the office…"

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.

Aarav said and Oorvi gave him a look "what? I am serious" Aarav said "I love you, never leave me alone Aarav ji. Now let's go." Oorvi said and Aarav nodded his head. ************************ So here is the official last chapter of Flames and Roses the journey of Sheerazi family's second generation There will be no updates of this book and about 3rd generation no I am not planning anything for them.

And there, ahead, where the valley narrowed into the mouth of the pass itself, was a scene of tense stalemate. On one side of a rushing, glacial river, a makeshift camp flew the banners of several eastern lowland lords—a silver gryphon, a green serpent, a black tower. Perhaps two hundred men-at-arms were arrayed in disciplined ranks, their pikes gleaming dully in the overcast light. At their head, on a sleek chestnut horse, was a man in polished half-plate: Lord Gryffen, his face handsome and cruel under a trimmed beard.

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

“Do you truly believe your flame can stand against mine? I carved empires with this fire. I burned kings to ash. And you think a girl trembling in love can wield it better?” Freya’s pulse thundered in her ears, but her spine locked straight. Fear clawed, yes, but it did not own her. Her knuckles whitened around the hilt of the Sword of Flame, the blade humming with defiance. “This flame doesn’t belong to you anymore.” Her voice trembled, then steadied, sharp as steel. “It’s mine.” The sword flared in her grip, golden-red light licking up its edge, answering her claim.

The crowd could feel that the heat and cold had collided while looking at the swords on the stage. “Let me introduce to you the Blaze Wild Sword and the Deadly Glaze Sword. Blaze Wild Sword is a must be suggested for the people who had fire attributes and were accustomed to fire. The Deadly Glaze Sword is for the people who had Ice attributes. These swords are made by a Grade 5 Novice Armament Master.” Lark Oz said while showing them the swords that Luna had made.

She didn’t even seem to be taking a breath. He caught that finger in his hand before it went flying up his nose. Sweet tingles and flames ran up both their arms at the touch. Her mouth finally stopped moving as she gaze stared at my hand clasping hers. She had to feel that. He’ll, see that. Keegan had heard the mate bond could create tingles of the skin when emotions were high, but he had never heard anyone mention sparking flames before. That had to do something with her. The flames weren’t burning us. Just running over our skin. Her mouth hung open as she finally looked up into my eyes.