Gyomei Sword Novels & Stories

BLADE 3. Pain. It was all I felt when I shot my eyes opened. I felt so sore and tired. The memories of how Lorenzo plunged deeper into me last night filled my mind. He was so cruel to me. I didn't find any enjoyment in it at all. I tried lifting my hands and I was happy It was back to functioning. My tit hurts too as a result of the sucking he did last night.

“I brought my hands up in front of my head in a triangle shape. This was basic Kuma-wani defense inspired by the way our sigil dragon cuts smoothly through water like an eel. It made use of our forearm guards, made of walrus bone held together by leather. Timing, speed and muscle memory were all crucial because we needed to make the strikes fall on the angles of our forearm and end up precisely where we wanted them. “As you know full well, most of the lingo used in sword-fighting doesn’t strictly talk about angles of strike, only body targets. For instance, shomen-uchi is a strike to the head, do-uchi is a strike to the side and so on. Still, from my intimate knowledge of those targets, I ca

James followed Directory Blakeney into practice gym #4 and he quickly changed into his shorts and t-shirt. Blakeney handed him a wooden sword. It wasn’t thin and long like some of the play-swords he had used as a child. It was maybe only three to four feet in length, and somewhat broad. It reminded James more of the type of Greek swords he had seen in the movies; a broad leaf having been stretched by its tip. It was heavier than it at first appeared to be.

(It fits perfectly, okay). After packing, I took my sword and went outside to practice a bit while I was waiting for Justine to return. Before I started I studied my sword for the thousands time. It was actually very beautiful. It was silver with a blue reflection. On the blade was engraved; my daughter. It was engraved in a beautiful cursive font, above the scripture was an infinity symbol made of sapphires. The hilt was very comfortable in my hand, and the sword itself felt like an extension of my arm. The length and build of the sword were perfect.

Lexi and Genie had been nice enough to collect them all for me and were helping me through them, but I knew that I wouldn't be getting anything else done tonight. He stopped me just as I was about to grasp the handle of my door, taking hold of my wrist and drawing my attention back to him once more as I raised an eyebrow at him in question. "Here," he pushed the two smaller short swords he had been carrying into my hands, and for the second time tonight, I could have sworn my eyebrows actually became part of my hairline for a moment. "They're special made, extremely lightweight blades meant for speed more than anything else. They're not going to pierce through any heavy armor, but if you kno

Jiurozayémon all this while was thinking of the pleasure he would have in laughing at Chôbei for offering him a mean and paltry present; but when, by degrees, the macaroni began to be piled mountain-high around the tea-house, he saw that he could not make a fool of Chôbei, and went home discomfited. It has already been told how Shirai Gompachi was befriended and helped by Chôbei. His name will occur again in this story. At this time there lived in the province of Yamato a certain Daimio, called Honda Dainaiki, who one day, when surrounded by several of his retainers, produced a sword, and bade them look at it and say from what smith's workshop the blade had come. “I think this must be a Masa

When they saw this sword, many people did not know it, but the spirit energy and strong aura it contained also let them know that it was definitely not an ordinary thing. "This... this is the Demonic Sword of Nine Serenities?" Even Elder Shen, who had always been very calm, could not help frowning. Ao Yi sneered disdainfully. "Old thing, you're quite knowledgeable." As soon as he said that, tens of thousands of people exclaimed. Ao Yi's weapon turned out to be a Purple Gold Divine Weapon from the Eight Direction World, the Demonic Sword of Nine Serenities?

Resting on his hip was a single, long Nodachi a curved greatsword. "You bring the filth of the crust into the heavens, Anomalies," the Shogun’s voice resonated, smooth and perfectly synthesized, echoing off the invisible atmospheric dome above them. "You shattered the Marianas with brute force. You cracked my floorboards with reckless momentum. But you cannot outrun precision."

Two blades in a sheath. John even got goosebumps, and his hands reached for the blades themselves. His blades! Flawless, perfectly balanced, made of a special alloy, the secret of which only the Coven knew. Jon took out each of the blades and ran his hand over them lovingly, as if they were the most precious thing in his life. The blades were somewhat reminiscent of a Japanese sword - a katana, but slightly different from it. The same narrow and ideal, but still with their own secret, which no one is supposed to know about, except for the Hunter himself.

On his head he had the crown and wore black leather pants and a gold and green farset, at his side he wore the sword tied to a belt. The apple of the sword had been made entirely of gold and had an elaborate handle with gems and runes, the blade had golden drawings and some writing in some strange language that Sumon did not know. The blade had been given to him by one of his most trusted lords as a coronation gift, they had also given one to Sumon, smaller and decorated with gems and tiaras: an ornament that he had asked to hang on one of the walls of his room. Not because she wanted to use it, but she liked to look at it from time to time, imagining the electric shock that would run throug