Guts Holding Sword Novels & Stories

The blade lay horizontal between them, edge outward, the hilt toward her grip. "This sword has never swung at you. It never will." Her fingers brushed the cord wrapping on the hilt. Hemp cord, soaked in sweat and blood for too many years, its natural brown turned dark. The wrappings were broken in places, repaired with new cord, the knots worn smooth. Her fingertip paused on one of the knots. "You pick your old man to be your sword. Masters change. A sword doesn't." He pushed the hilt another inch forward. It touched her fingertips. She didn't pull back.

I traced the hand holding the gun, and my sight met that of the pair of eyes that'll forever hunt me. They were bloodred eyes!

Disappointed by the lack of discovery, he turned to depart, eager to explore the next location on his list. Suddenly, a buzzing sound emanated from the stone wall, seemingly produced by a sword, piquing his curiosity. Was a valuable sword hidden on the other side? Determined to uncover its secrets, Alexander unleashed a powerful strike. However, the barrier proved formidable. Reaching for his Alexa Sword, Alexander infused it with energy and intent, enveloping its form. The blade swung down, cleaving through the stone barrier. As the debris settled, a sword emerged from the revealed depths. To his disappointment, the sword appeared unremarkable, resembling an ordinary kitchen knife. The swor

In Ha gazed down and saw the brown floor being scratched. She shuddered and immediately let go of her arms. How could someone younger than her frighten her like this? She continued to stare at Arthur's sword that sparkled under the sunlight. Arthur held it with his left hand. Something that was not explained in the script was that Arthur is a left-handed. She remembered at the end of the story how this sword would have decapitated her, unfortunately In Ha could not remember which hand was holding the sword at that time.

Not Silas. This sword is not quite mini. I dragged mine across the floor, lifting it just enough so it didn't make a horrible noise. I finally reach him with the heavy sword and look at it. The sword is pretty basic. The silver hilt is cold metal with no grip, and I glance at Silas's sword which has a leather hilt, no doubt making it easier to hold. I wonder if he purposely gave me the bad sword that actually looks broken and difficult to use. I wouldn't be surprised.

Next Chapter >> “Hailey, is there anything you’d like to say in your defense?” one of the elders of the delegation urged. I nod my head in negative dumbfounded. “Bring in the sword” A guard steps in holding a long box nesting in its middle a sword the blade polished smoothly, reflecting the moon it is decorated beautifully stoned with blue diamonds gleaming underneath the moon. Jaden picks up the sword with shaking hands using both hands to grip it steady. The night wind wraps around me coldly, the large space strangling me with each forced step he takes, making my heart skip.

’ everybody assumed impatiently. Tension of the crowd was aroused in alarm, their hearts raced with unwelcoming anticipation. Finally, a figure emerged from the huge waves as a victor, the sword of Eryndor– Eryndor, exhausted but triumphant, his Conch shell still clutched in his hand.

Her intense gaze, hardened by countless battles, was tempered by her unwavering loyalty to Somerland. To Elysia's left stood Gareth Swordbane, widely feared and respected as the Sword Demon. He was a tall, imposing figure, his eyes sharp and deadly. Known for wielding a blade with unparalleled mastery, Gareth’s skill in swordsmanship was legendary, his reputation as a ruthless opponent striking fear into the hearts of all who dared challenge him. His sword, an ancient blade etched with runic symbols, was strapped across his back, and his eyes held a piercing focus that spoke of countless battles fought and won.

The man with the long sword ran to him as quickly as he could and was forcing his sword to stab the neck of the man in front of him. Lixien stepped up and took the sword he was resolute in holding using her power and she held it blade with her index finger and middle finger. The sword shook and the blade crumbled into pieces. Suddenly, in the middle of the commotion, the soldiers who didn’t sense her presence, kneeled and shouted. “May you live in longevity and may the god bless you, Your Majesty; the Empress.”