Guts Holding Sword Novels & Stories

I dropped my blade catching it with my left hand and plunged it right into his abdomen, making sure I twisted it with his intestines curling with it. His face was comical. I wanted to remember this look. His eyes opened wide in disbelief and I smirked. “Now Angel, you might want to hold on to this. This here is your life support.” I giggled, “Don’t pull it out or your intestines will come out with it.” I turned and looked at Nathan, “Hand me my sword, pretty please, Nate.” Ivan growled. “FRIEND IVAN, FRIEND,” I said, rolling my eyes.

Said Elsa. “He better watch himself, because if Kariya finds out, he’s dead.” Said the Psykeeper. Then Sekora showed the sword again and examined it. The group also came over and looked at the shine as Sekora held it up to the sunlight. “What do we do with it?” asked Sekora with a confuse look on her face hands outstretched. “You’re the Sword Keeper, you should know what to do.” Said Elsa laughingly. “Your right, sword release.” She said, then the sword disappeared into the holder on her back.

I opened my eyes to find a translucent sword in my hands, a manifestation of my intent. Excitement bubbled within me as I examined the ethereal weapon. The edges sparkled with otherworldly radiance, and I could feel the hum of power emanating from it. It was a surreal sight—a sword made not of steel but of the very fabric of existence. Eager to test my creation, I turned my attention to a punching bag hanging in the corner of the training room. With a swift motion, I swung the celestial sword, its energy slicing through the air like a comet's tail. The blade connected with the punching bag, and to my amazement, it split into two perfect pieces.

In the blink of an eye, Sebastian caught up with Jim, the Red Cloud Sword in his hand rising. Jim secretly sighed. He could only become a turtle again, resiliently resisting. This time, Sebastian's attacks were even faster and more cunning. In the midst of Jim's confusion, wounds on his body multiplied. However, Sebastian seemed to gradually grasp the essence of swordsmanship during this battle, and his swordplay became more sharp. [Ding! Understood the sword intent in battle, Sword Art proficiency +5%!]

In the field, it appears that in the middle there is a well-built man standing with one hand supporting a large sword that seems to be stuck in the ground. The blade dripped blood into the grass, making the grass on the ground turn from green to red. Not far from where the sword was stuck, there was a severed head with bulging eyes lying on the ground. The body of the severed head turned out to be quite close to the burly man.

Well, maybe not the whole truth. Tres blinked. “So, like . . . there’s a real sword in there?” James nodded. “Yeah.” “Sweet! Can I see?” Tres exclaimed and jumped up from his seat. “Sure, I guess.” James laid the bag down, unzipped it, and spilled the sword onto the bed. Tres picked it up immediately. “Holy crap! This thing’s heavy,” he said as he unsheathed it and studied the shimmering blade. “Pretty cool. What’s he teaching that stuff to you for?”

He didn't appear hurt or shocked; instead, he smiled, which quickly turned into a frown. He swiftly removed the sword and thrust it into my stomach. I cried out in pain, desperately trying to remove it, but he held my hand, driving the sword deeper into my abdomen. I screamed in agony, my mouth beginning to filling with blood. The others gasped—Matthew, Gold, and Camila struggled to stand, attempting to help me avoid being killed. However, with a wave of his left hand, he knocked them back down. He was even more formidable than we had anticipated. We should have come fully prepared. He left the sword lodged in my stomach, and I collapsed to the ground, struggling to breath as the pain was in

Tio eagerly exclaimed, "Got it." "First, because you're going to use a double sword, you must always grip them with the same force, or one of them will break or fly away when it collides with other swords; also, make sure you hold them carefully, or you'll end up slicing yourself instead of your opponent," Cloe explained, her gaze fixed on Tio. Tio could suddenly feel his own sweat running down his temples. Even though they haven't started yet, he appears to be exhausted.

So I did the less honorable thing; Going for the lady first in order to attract the stubborn little girl who ran straight to her momma, giving me enough chances to get a grip on her. Pulling fast away from the others, ibheld the sharp dagger I had stolen from the lady to the young girl's throat—praying in my mind that the girl wouldn't try anything stupid like running into the knife. As I had expected, they all retreated a few feet from me. "Drop your weapons!" I ordered. They did so obediently. "Please don't hurt my daughter," The lady pleaded with tears in her eyes.

Lucy The bike roared beneath me, a beast alive with fire and steel, and I clung to it like my life depended on it. Maybe it did. My arms tightened around Blake’s jacket, the leather rough against my cheek. The cold night air cut through me, but the heat of his body under that jacket was steady, grounding.