Guts Holding Sword Novels & Stories

“Even with your belly ripped open, you still cling to life.” Bending down, Huang Fu brought his face within a mere inch of Xiu Jian’s bowed head, close enough to hear the ragged, desperate gasps of his foe. Huang Fu’s eyes gleamed as he watched Xiu Jian grimace in unbearable pain. Scarlet trickled from Xiu Jian’s temple, sliding down toward his eye. With a swift motion, Huang Fu reached for the sacred blade at Xiu Jian’s left hip—the legendary sword sheathed in a scabbard adorned with golden dragon carvings.

“What’s the difference?” He holds the sword out, hilt first. I take it, and as I do, I let my fingers deliberately brush his. His hand jerks back like he’s been burned. A tiny, sharp intake of breath. He masks it instantly, turning away to inspect another blade on the rack, pretending to check its balance, but I saw it. I felt it. The jolt that went through him, the spark of panic in his eyes. Bingo. I test the weight of the Blackthorn sword. It feels good in my hand. Honest. Built for ending a fight, not staging one.

For a short while each morning, the citadel felt almost peaceful. Adrian stepped into the open courtyard with his sword resting against his shoulder. The stone beneath his boots was cold, still damp with the night’s lingering frost. Thin mist curled along the edges of the training grounds, giving the towering walls a ghostlike appearance. He set the sword down carefully in the center of the courtyard. The weapon was enormous—nearly as tall as his shoulder and heavy enough that most soldiers struggled to lift it with both hands. Adrian lifted it easily. The familiar weight settled into his grip like an old companion.

He then said, "You try holding it, Rose." For some strange reason, sweat began building on my forehead and I was constantly licking my lips. Why was I so nervous? I was merely going to hold up a sword. It wasn't like I was about to smite someone. I felt Cesarevich Dimitri's intense gaze, watching and waiting. Taking a deep breath, I held up my sword, the hilt gripped in my palm. I tried to focus the weight as best as I could, but my form was still a bit weak.

The sight of it was terrifying, and it was hovering above Lucas. Then, they looked at Lucas' hand and noticed that a scary sword had appeared in it. They did not know for how long he had been wielding it. Needless to say, that sword was the Immemorial Dragon Sword. The Genetic Fighters held on to their breaths because they realized that they would not be breathing normal air—the place was filled with murderous aurae. "Hey, human, what weapon is that? How come it's so scary?!" The tens of Rank 1 Honorable Ranked Great Whale family and Tiger family members were flabbergasted.

"Wouldn't want her to break a nail or anything." My anger immediately redirected to my red-headed pal and I practically growled at him as I rushed forward and snatched the sword from his hand. "Fine! Let's see what you've got, Ashford." "There she is," he cheered back triumphantly. I juggled the handle between my hands for a moment, trying to figure out the best way to hold it but the awkwardness quickly faded when I found my grip. I could see Eddie peering at me worriedly from the sidelines and rolled my eyes at him.

“I left the sword on the couch in the family room. Please, take it with you.” “Okay.” I went to the kitchen to grab two bottled water. Since my possession, I hadn’t touched the sword. I went upstairs and stood before it sitting on the couch, wondering if I was still worthy to hold the Sword of Light, or I was too dark and sinful to wield it. I raised my hand and looked at the rune around my wrist. I breathed deeply and held it by its sheath. My heart pumped harder as my hand was just an inch to the handle. Shutting my eyes closed, I wrapped my fingers around it.

It wasn't yet opening time and customers weren't there, only a few workers and my trusted men. I tossed the car key into Leonardo's hand as he led me to the room where the culprit was held. I entered the wide stretch of space. The man who attacked Ted was tied up, shirtless and with sweat dripping from his forehead and shirt. There were whip marks on his body, proving that my men had already dealt with him. “He won't speak. We've tried everything.” Duncan, one of the men who held a whip informed me. “We're so sorry boss.” Leonardo chipped in as well.

he replied nonchalantly. “Her incarnation? What?” Estelle was caught off-guard with how he referred to Shuten-douji. “Yeah. Some incarnations of myths can vary that much,” Q laughed. His knees trembled slightly as he took a sword stance. Left foot forward, right foot back. His body facing the right. Both hands gripped the hilt of [Kotetsu]. His right wrist crossed over his left. His arms raised up to his eye level. The tip of the blade pointed at the gourd from afar.

Holding it in front of me, I charge towards the woman and drove the sword right into her abdomen. She let out a cry of pain and knocked me back to the floor. I groaned and felt a sharp pain in my lower back. I looked up at her and saw that she was staring at the sword that was now stuck in her abdomen. She looked up at me as she trembled and her eyes glared at me. “You bastard!” She screamed.