Hand Holding Sword Novels & Stories

The voice was crisp, but it made everyone's faces turn pale. Except for a few, everyone else could not help shaking. At this moment, Carson Montgomery and Leny Holly stopped moving. Carson Montgomery's slightly knitted brows relaxed at this moment. Leny Holly held the handle of his saber in his right hand. The blade was horizontally placed on his left arm. This posture seemed flawless. But in fact, Leny Holly knew very well that At this moment, he chose to use this posture to hold the knife, It's just because, He could no longer hold on just using his right hand.

I said. The alpha drew out two swords. He held one of the swords in his mouth, the other with his right hand. And with his left hand, he fixed a threatening pose.

“I thought both Don Monaco and I already had our deal closed. Then what is this for, Marino?” Hearing Ares’s voice, she carefully peeped from the large vase she was hiding. Her eyes went wide when she saw Ares was holding a sword in his right hand. The blood was dripping between his fingers, yet still standing calmly. A man in a black suit was at his front, holding a sword pointing to Ares. His mask was covering half of his face—taller than Ares.

The figures she saw, presented it that way. A male and female figure stood behind the boy who was watching the unconscious body on the ground. Suddenly, the boy turned around and sank into the chest of the female figure, sobbing. She could hear him. Another lightning struck and it shook Sarah, making her loose her focus and concentration as her heart throbbed. She transitted back to the present. Before she transitted, she caught a glimpse of a shiny metal that was hanging down the back of the female figure. The boy that had his hands wrapped around the woman was the one holding the metal. It was a sword, one that she recognized.

It was rough and tight. Fuck, he just held my hand and yet he already made me feel aroused. It feels as though I’ve been waiting for this, this whole time. “Obey what I want, now suck me,” he suddenly said while staring at me. He then grabbed my hand much tighter and had it travel towards his region. When he let me touch his, I couldn’t believe I was touching a man’s sword. It was obviously so erect that I could feel it in my hands. My knees immediately gave in while holding onto it.

His hands were covered in blood. The sword in his right hand was too bright to look at directly—its edges shimmered with flame and ancient glyphs that changed every time his eyes moved. His left arm... cradled someone. Someone broken. They were limp in his grasp, their wings shattered—feathers blackened and falling like dying snow. Blood coated their chest. Their breath rattled, labored. “No. No, no, stay with me. Look at me.” His voice was sharp, desperate. Not like a god. Not like a warrior.

“Alright,” Shaun Yarn let out a light laugh. The broken sword popped out from his sleeve, and he held it firmly in his hand. “That broken sword!” Tyr Summers looked at the broken sword in Shaun’s hand with astonishment. He did not expect that the weapon in Shaun’s hand was still the same broken sword after more than a decade.

"Show me your grip." She hesitated, then held out both hands. Her shoulders were already braced for pain. "Are you going to hurt me?" I stared at her. "For dropping a wooden blade?" She nodded. "No." The tension left her face. "I may, however, become offended if you continue holding it incorrectly." I placed the weapon in her hands and adjusted her fingers. Then, I moved her feet apart and corrected the angle of her shoulders. "A sword is not strength," I told her. "It is an extension of what you decide to protect. If you do not know that, you have no reason to lift it."

I meekly apologized. He softly smiled at me. "Don't feel bad. It's all right." Cesarevich Dimitri then cleared his throat and continued. "The sword must be treated as an extension of the arm." He held up his own; lean muscles tensed and flexed. "You need to move it as if it's a part of your body. It should be fluid and feel natural." I nodded. He then said, "You try holding it, Rose."

They take positions in the circle around her, and she lowers her centre of gravity a little, grounding herself. George strides towards her with his sword, it’s a stereotypical single-handed sword. Straight, double edged with a cross guard. He swings it around his hand in a circle, this is his preferred weapon, she tilts her head a little at him, then quickly blocks two attacks from her flanks, before dodging his thrust at her stomach,