Hand Holding Sword Novels & Stories

But then my eyes drop lower, and— Wait. What? In her tiny hand, she’s holding a sword. Not a toy sword. A real, metal small sword. And at her waist... Is that a gun? My head snaps up, and I immediately zero in on the only person capable of this—Caleb. "Seriously?" Arching a brow at him, I point with my eyes at the tiny holster strapped to Rose like she’s ready for battle. He smirks, completely unapologetic. "What my niece asks for, she gets."

“Nice and sharp.” “And?” “And be careful with it. Don’t amputate one of your limbs by accident.” He hands me the sword and I gingerly take it by the hilt. Lazarus takes up position behind me and places my hands on the sword’s handle. “Hold it with both hands,” he instructs. “Okay.” Lazarus lets me go, walks around so he can face me, kneels on the floor and throws his head back, baring his throat. “Go ahead.”

Then who was this she was holding that wasn't her daughter, was she dreaming? She did a double check and looked down at the feet of the individual; it was very big, two times bigger than Katie's and she glanced up and then she shook herself off the individual, as she moved away, she looked at person, her heart went to her mouth. 'Oh God!' Then she shook herself hard. Pearl, what have you done? She frolicked with her fingers, wondering how she ended up holding...... She watched him smile at her, why was he smiling?

Shama was practising swordsmanship. The sword was very heavy for her. She swayed the sword with full power. Her hands shaped as she pointed the sword in front. "Ugh... It's really heavy." Shama murmured trying hard to clean her moves. Just then a strong hand held her. Shama's hands stopped shaking. "You have to pick the sword like this." A voice said. Shama turned her head and saw Ansh standing behind her. "Thump, Thump"

However, the soft-armor gloves on the 10th Paladin's right hand held the sword's blade heavily. From the looks of it, the other party did not have any injuries on his hand at all. Divine weapons.

I sound irrational, but I'm done with the cryptic crap. Just as I'm about to continue my angry rant, I start to feel tingly all over. Not the tingling when Wyatt and I touch. This is almost like my body has become an electric current. When I look down, I see I'm holding a sword. Where did that come from? I prefer blades over other weapons because I feel I have more control, but I've never seen this one. It's gold with a red handle. When I move it, I notice something strange at the end. Turning away from the others, I point the sword in front of me and almost drop it when a flame shoots out but stops before it touches anything.

"ye....es" My clit was so sensitive by now. When the rubbing stopped it almost felt like a relief.... but suddenly two fingers were plunged deep into my opening. I couldn't help but clench around them and a sigh escaped my lips. Damon let them be there for a while. "You're so wet.... so ready for me sweetheart"... he said this while reaching down to kiss me... Then his other hand moved from my cheek and took a hold of both of my wrists and held them securely over my tummy. He kissed me again and then he crooked his fingers and started pumping.

My grip on the sword felt uncomfortable, and honestly, I had no idea what I was doing. Valdanus circled around me slowly. “You’re holding it wrong.” “I’ve been holding swords for exactly thirty seconds.” “That’s somehow very obvious.” I glared at him while adjusting my grip badly. He sighed dramatically before stepping behind me. “Here,” he said quietly. His hands gently moved mine into place on the sword handle. My breath caught slightly when I felt him closer behind me. Focus, Pandora. “You’re tense,” he murmured. “Maybe because I’m holding a weapon for the first time.”

A medium lengthened double H sword with a tint of white and gold appeared beside his palm, so he gripped the grip of the sword and slashed it in the air in front of him diagonally to the left. Who will win? Good or Evil ?

In addition, there were three powerful beings with contrasting appearances behind those two people. Bahn wore only shorts, and most of his body was wrapped in bandages. His expression was frigid. Floyd wore a robe, and there were a few steel balls in his hand. He rotated them occasionally in his palms, leaking out a smile. Lastly, Lennox, who kept pressing his right hand on the sword’s hilt at his waist as if this sword could be swung out of its sheath at any time.