Hand Holding Sword Novels & Stories

I bent over, hands on my knees, trying to catch my breath. “I hate this exercise.” “So does everyone.” “Then why do people do it?” “Because it works.” I rolled my eyes. “I preferred you when you weren’t speaking.” “I’ve always spoken.” “I’ve only just noticed.” He walked over to a nearby weapons rack. When he returned, he held out a sword. It was lighter than I expected. The blade shimmered with a faint glow. I accepted it carefully. “I haven’t held a sword in a long time .”

A young woman waited at the door of the entrance of the structure. With one shoulder resting on the wooden jamb of the entrance, while in her hand she held a very small and sharp sword, with the blade curved on one side. The index finger of the left hand touched the steel tip of the blade, the tip of the left foot touched the ground, while the other foot was anchored to the ground.

He said to have her smile. "I would never think of taking your life, Milord. You've got all wrong. Your life is more precious to us all." She said and he nodded. Turning around she pointed it to the other side of the field to see the Lord come behind her. He placed her left hand on her waist and then his right hand on her right hand where she held the sword to make it straight. "This is how you hold a sword Beatrice lest someone else gets hurt other than your opponent." He whispered behind her ears and Beatrice could feel those tingling feelings again.

“The swords are too heavy and too big for the young lady to hold. Maybe when you get bigger, the young master would allow you.” “He’s right, Sera,” Andrei added. “Xander doesn’t want you to get hurt so he didn’t allow for it.” “Would you allow me if it was something I could carry?” Sera asked with a hopeful voice. Matthew and Andrei looked at Xander so the latter just let out a sigh. “If it wasn’t too heavy for you, then you could go and hold it.” Sera’s face lit up as she let out a genuine smile. “Can I hold that wooden sword?”

"Come over here..." His palm was like the hand of a god. Under the convergence of true energy, Zephyr Khan directly held the swords firmly in his hand.

*Stab* *grip* To be accurate, there are three people present. Another person is holding the sword behind the hapless intelligent woman, aiming to stab Ravyn along with her. However, the sword misses its target and thrusts into the ground instead. Without wasting any time, Ravyn grabs hold of the attacker's hand that grips the hilt of the sword, preventing them from pulling it out. The force behind Ravyn's grip, covered in a fluctuating gray aura, is so powerful that the opponent cannot move her arm. But then the purple-haired girl quickly withdrew her hand. *Schhhh...* *Clang!*

I whispered softly, cupping her cheeks into my both hands. Gently, She took a long breath, flapped her thick lashes and let out a smile. "Oh yeah I trust you. Let's do this" she affirmed and grabbed the sword with her both hands. "Yeah! I love the spirit" I hailed, fueling the new strength. "Now listen." I adjusted my stance. "First of all, the way you're holding that, isn't the proper way. A sword doesn't need two hands to swing it" I pointed, and she squeezed her face, moaning a little.

~CODY~ My hands shook uncontrollably as I held Rain in my arms, the weight of the sword on his back adding to the gravity of the situation. Placing my hand on his back, it quickly became stained with his blood. He reached out to touch my face, but before he could, his hand dropped to his side. The rain showed no signs of stopping, intensifying rapidly as if sensing the gravity of the life hanging in the balance.

Hana said. True to what Jackson meant, he didn't understand why since the blue light appeared. Jackson longed to hold the sword in his hand. Jackson's left hand slowly lifted the sword, feeling more relieved than any weapon he had ever used, causing Jackson to be unable to hold back. "It's comfortable."

It appeared she posed a greater challenge than Ignatius. The woman immediately raised her hand, and a gleaming three-foot-long sword emitting a cold light appeared in her grasp. This sword differed from ordinary ones, exuding an aura that seemed capable of shattering anything into pieces—an overwhelming dominance. Although the sword in the woman's hand might not be a powerful artifact, it was undoubtedly superior to Adrian's unarmed status.