Novel & Cerita Flower Sword

A stream of water started to build up on the edges of her sword, "Way of water! Whirlpool!" A whirlpool forms around the edges of the sword, swirling around it. As she swings it at him Tim jumps out of the way and watches her sword cut through the ground with an explosion of water and sand. Wow! He thought. Way of water sure does not disappoint. He lands feet away and dodges another whirlpool of water. "Sword Style! Way of air. Air Knot." He swings his sword in repeated X motions creating a wind of wall that shoots right at her.

My heart skipped a beat and all the excitement in me died when my eyes caught sight of something reflecting the light of the moon by the driver’s seat. It was a dagger but not even an ordinary one. It had jagged edges with strange markings on it. What the fuck!! Also there was a transparent bottle of green liquid and bubbles within which an ordinary human would not know about. But I knew it was the juice extracted from a wolfbane flower Emily had told me the effect it had on werewolves. Damn it! I hope I wasn’t being abducted by a fucking rogue wolf. I tried to withdraw from her but she didn’t stop and kept on kissing me.

He walked out of the room not bothering to wait for him. Feng Shao huffed and followed him to the hall. He could see beautiful flower beds on the sides of the pathways which he was walking on. He could also smell the calming fragrance. And some medicinal herbs used merely for the purpose of decoration. The sun was shining so brightly with a wonderful breeze accompanying the heat that was making multiple hazes on the soils. It was a wonder as to why those flowers were thriving nicely in such a weather. "We're here." The little boy announced in a bored tone.

She felt frustrated when she remembered the scene of Dylan fighting Hayden. “Yeah, suck to be me. I never owned a sword, and so I picked up the wrong sword.” Dylan grimaced wryly. Fuschia frowned as she glanced at the sword in Dylan's hand. Again, it is a different sword. "Use this then." Fuschia created a sharp sword blade that she created from ice with a hilt made of solid earth. Dylan accepted it happily. His eyes lit up as if stars were shining in Dylan's almost dim golden eyes. He said after kissing Fuschia's forehead, "Thank you."

"swift yet menacing, soft yet sharpened. Come unto me and shed your force. Windieries Sword" Chanting that, Reid acquired a sword of fans in his hands. These fans has a length of half meter each. Then, Reid wield the fans. Reid does a consecutive slashed towards Liam. The slashed was swift yet soft but Liam saw nothing until, few inches away from him he sensed it. The sheer forced of power. Has a time to dodged, Liam leaned his body, that invisible forced misses him but directly hit behind him that made a huge impact. The trees was cut down into brittleness and resulted to a wide range. Its almost reached thirty meters away. An invisible force of a slashed.

“I’m sorry… once this whole thing blows over, I’ll compensate you big. Anything, I promise, I’ll even pay for your wedding.” She sighed before looking back at him as she fixed her hair. “I’m sorry, I was trying to get a grasp on the situation. And his actions, I’m not used to other men being like that around me and even how he talked. It just made my headache even worse.” “I really haven’t thought of their relationship to be what he’s claiming it is.” his forehead creased. “Thank you. You’re really doing a good job. All is for Sei.”

And the blush that was barely receding was back again. "I'm not a pretty little flower, Roses are as pretty as they are dangerous." He scoffed, standing up and even from where he was standing, I could see that he'll tower over me. He straightened out his suit jacket. Eyes boring into mine. "The only dangerous roses are those with thorns Rose, and you my dear, you have no thorns. You're a pretty little flower, a harmless little flower." He walked towards me till he was standing right Infront of me, towering over me as expected, I craned my neck just too look at him. "I'll be taking my leave now pretty flower, say hi to Mr. Potter for me."

Now, only power spoke. Gloria knelt first, laying a talon-shaped blade across her knees. Its hilt was carved from bone that pulsed faintly in the darkness, like a heartbeat echoing through the ground. The air grew colder around her, coiling like serpents, and her lips moved without sound. The frost crawling along her skin wasn’t entirely natural; it was the blade calling to her, the spirits whispering their obedience.

Ivory’s hands shook, she hid her hands so the others won’t see, she couldn’t believe she just escaped from death. ‘That’s a relief’ Nara commented. Ivory stared at indigo’s sword; she wondered what type of sword it was that it could pierce through the bear’s thick hide. The sword looked like it was made from a bone of a creature. ‘That sword is indeed made from bone but it was made from a bone of a phase five air elemental’ Anita commented. Ivory’s eyes widened in surprise as she took another look at his sword, she didn’t reply Anita as she was still a little angry.

Herschel lifted one hand and gathered an endless amount of spiritual power in his hand. A spiritual sword gradually appeared. “It’s a spiritual tool!” Luna suddenly rushed over and grabbed Alex’s hand. “Alex, hurry up and run. This fellow has a defensive mystical tool. His sword isn’t ordinary either. We can’t beat him,” she added. Luna abided by her principle of escaping whenever she couldn’t beat her opponents. As for people from Floral Valley, Alex and Luna had no way of helping them. “It’s too late for you to run!” “Go to hell, all of you!”