Hand Holding Sword Novels & Stories

In person. She was staring at me without much expression on her face or in her eyes. The fabric clung to her form, and her eyes glowed with an ethereal light. In her hands, she held a sword. Neriah's sword. My breath caught.

Xiao Chen was holding his hands behind him from beginning to end, and pretended not to see anything. In the distance, the woods swayed, and a faint figure stood on top of the tree, her clothes fluttered, and she held the Duster Sword. She pretended not to see anything from the beginning to the end as well. She leaped and went to afar, several people at the same place also went away to afar.

"It's impossible for me to love you because I don't see you as someone I can be with; I didn't have feelings for you before, and I don't have feelings for you now," Eugene stated flatly. We all look in Calissa's direction, waiting for her response, but we are all confused when she begins to laugh and suddenly pulls the long thing in his hand. The shine of the metal reflects light and causes blindness. My eyes widened when I realized what she was holding was a samurai. It's a long sword with a stunning red and gold dragon handle.

Of course, the sword is silver. There is an engraving on my blade, and a wavy feel to the handle. That's right, this sword is always the same when I hold it. Moreover, there is the bloodlust I feel when I wield this sword, a taste that is still the same as in the past. Meanwhile Minos was wide-eyed as I held the sword with both hands. "Two-handed Sword. Lord Antares?" He was surprised when he saw me wielding the Antares sword.

His voice clipped the silence in half. I gulped loud. How could he be here before me, there's just no way. He turned around. His eyes flashed under the dimming moonlight. I could not make out what he was holding in his hand. When he threw it, I caught it sharply. “A sword?” I asked somewhat amused. “Yes,” he drew his sword from the sheath. What? No. I'm not ready to train with a sword. “I'm still at the sticks level, I'm not even good at it yet, isn't this dangerous.” I complained.

I watched the sword he held shine under the light of the afternoon sun, a dark aura circling its blade, calling for soft flesh to meet its sharp edges. "I wish the feeling was mutual considering you were the one who created these circumstances, King Manson, Queen Hestia," My mother held her hands in front of her elegantly as she conversed with the other royalty, looking as casual as if she were speaking about the weather. My eyebrows furrowed as a cloaked figure emerged from the army of lykans and seers, making its way to where we stood. My mother noticed this as well, seeing as a small gesture of her hand brought forth a soldier carrying a broadsword, his chest littered with gold, hair slic

In Ha gazed down and saw the brown floor being scratched. She shuddered and immediately let go of her arms. How could someone younger than her frighten her like this? She continued to stare at Arthur's sword that sparkled under the sunlight. Arthur held it with his left hand. Something that was not explained in the script was that Arthur is a left-handed. She remembered at the end of the story how this sword would have decapitated her, unfortunately In Ha could not remember which hand was holding the sword at that time.

"Let's do this." "From your legs to your hips, swing your body parallel to the direction of your sword." he said, showing me the proper stance. "You have to carefully hold your sword but you can't hold it too powerful. Imagine a bird in your hand. If you hold it too hard it would die. If you hold it too loose it would fly away. Hold it with just the right amount of power." he said as he crossed his arms. I took a glance to Austin who's watching me with smile on her face.

I said, releasing some nervous energy. His expression softened. "Sorry. I was worried." He held the longer sword - what had Professor Pops called it? A katana? - in one hand. Then came around and stood extra close so that his body hugged mine. "Let's begin." He took my right hand and placed the sword in it. I bit my cheek, suddenly nervous. He doesn't want you. He doesn't want you. He doesn't want you. The words sounded over and over in my mind.

"Wouldn't want her to break a nail or anything." My anger immediately redirected to my red-headed pal and I practically growled at him as I rushed forward and snatched the sword from his hand. "Fine! Let's see what you've got, Ashford." "There she is," he cheered back triumphantly. I juggled the handle between my hands for a moment, trying to figure out the best way to hold it but the awkwardness quickly faded when I found my grip. I could see Eddie peering at me worriedly from the sidelines and rolled my eyes at him.