Hand Holding Sword Novels & Stories

She caught it awkwardly, the weight unbalanced in her hand. “Hold it properly,” Cassian instructed. Serina frowned, shifting her grip. He sighed and stepped closer, his hands enclosing hers, adjusting her fingers along the hilt. The warmth of his touch bled through her skin, steadying her in a way that both comforted and unsettled her. “Like this,” he murmured. “A sword is not a quill. It demands strength. Control.” She drew in a slow breath, forcing her attention to the weapon instead of the thrum in her chest.

Radolyub even felt slight anxiety; But behind Yaroslav were children. He did not protect them with himself, they stood up so that they could see their whole company well. A golden-haired teenager - a Tinasian held a naked sword in his hand, held it awkwardly, not like warriors do, but rather like a staff, in order to be able to quickly direct it towards opponents in case of emergency. With his other hand, he squeezed the girl's hand, and next to her, her exact copy was holding her sister's hand. Twins.

The younger one held the sword, the older man who shared similar features with him patted him on the back then placed his own hands on the younger one and together… They pulled out the sword.

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.

He lifted his right hand; a big black sword appeared firmly in his hand, accompanied by a crisp sound. The big black sword had a chilly aura, and it was a purple category weapon.

I shrug and continue watching. The boy is focused, his eyes locked on the sword as Atlas tosses it into the air. “Five, four, three, two…” The boy catches it perfectly. My jaw drops. It was an incredible catch—the way he held it is as if his small hands could bear the weight of steel itself. I realize Atlas is teaching him how to hold a sword. The boy gasps, staring at the handle, his fingers trembling. The people around him shake their heads, their faces sad—it is clear the boy has made a mistake.

It looked rather simple and there was a family crest on the hilt. I copy the way that Drucilla held her sword and adjusted it so it felt a bit more natural in my hands. I pointed the training sword directly at Erik and the air felt cold between us. We circle each other, waiting to see who would make the first move. It seems like Erik didn’t want to wait anymore and went to attack me.

Even Durandal and Excalibur that rejected him hummed in excitement as the sword was pulled off its leash. “My companion and friend. Shall we war together old friend?” Village Head Fan gently caressed the blade and smiled. Even in this situation, holding the blade that had accompanied him through every dangerous situation in his life brought him a sense of ease and comfort. He felt like he could do anything once he held this sword.

He unsheathed his sword and carefully, he guided her hands in holding its hilt using the correct grip. "Be very careful wife. This thing is dangerous if you are careless in handling it." "I know. Don't worry, I think I can handle your sword." "Yes, of course you can." He muttered under his breath. "And you were so good at it even though it was your first time." "Hmm?" she looked at him, blinking at his quiet muttering and he bit his lips, letting out another sigh. He fought the urge to scoop her up and rush them both to his quarters to engage in some rather more interesting activities than just holding on to a cold, dead sword.

"Does that mean he can't answer my question either?" "That's right, dear prince, but I will be the only one to answer your question. Only yesterday he became a palace soldier." Dylan nodded and looked at her again. "That's why he doesn't know where to put the sword yet." She knew he was looking into her eyes, but she was just looking at his neck because the prince also has height. "The sword is not placed behind the back; if you notice your fellow soldier, it is placed on their waist and slightly in front. If possible, adjust the holder of your sword because the position is even more dangerous, and if you cannot see it, you should adjust it."