Hand Holding Sword Novels & Stories

"Do you want to hold it?" Rena looked at her and smiled shyly. "Can I?" she asked, her eyes bulged in excitement. Serra nodded and handed her the sword. Rena received it carefully with her two hands. She was looking at it like it was the most amazing thing in the world. Serra could see the glee in her eyes when she touched the hilt and it's blade. Rena raised the sword into the air, it's tip pointing towards the river. She weighed it on her hands and her face tighten, her fingers tightly gripping the hilt of the sword.

I dashed to him and with trembling hands held his face making him look up. Johann had his eyes closed, he was breathing but there were no signs of him waking up. His hand was still holding on the magical sword he stuck on his own stomach. The magical sword did not vanish meaning he still has enough mana to sustain it; he was still fighting on his consciousness.

Clad in a black armless hoodie revealing slender muscular arms over black leggings and comfy looking sneakers. "The blade has the power to any end life, including the life of a god!" He said in a serious tone. staring down a flawless edge. "Wow, you are good!" She caught herself admiring a twitch in his well muscled arms as he held the sword in both hands.

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.

He is gone and this fight with the moon goddess escalated and ruined the tranquility of everyone. They won’t let me go so we are close to each other when we saw Thorne running out of the dark and carrying in his hands. He took his time to breath, his hands on his knees while he breath heavily. My eyes landed on what sort of sword that he’s holding. “ What’s that?” I asked, not knowing why would he risk everyone just for that silver sword in his hands. Thorne pull it up and gave it to Alpha Antonio. He then looked at me and pull me to his body, crashing mine into his hard chest.

Its handle is gold and seems to have a dragon coiled around it. "The sacred weapon," Elijah said. Elijah couldn't help but be nervous because he was unfamiliar with this sword. He hesitated to touch it but he had to. Elijah slowly reached for it. Even though he was having second thoughts, he made up his mind. He could feel the strong power coming from the sword. It seemed to be alive and when his hand landed on the sword, his fingers spontaneously surrounded the handle as if it had a magnet.

It's difficult to stand in front of a crowd, carrying the weight of the nightmares I've endured. I despise the fact that he gave up his life for mine. I stood firmly on the grass, feeling the wind tousle my hair as I gracefully moved through the different stances. With each movement, I wielded the sword with precision and purpose. First, I positioned it to protect the front of my body; then, I held it high like a horn protruding from my head. Next, I swung the sword down to my hip, letting it hang casually in front of me. Finally, I brought it back up to my shoulder. Each stance seamlessly transitioned into either an attack or a defense.

That was the time she opened her eyes and swayed the sword she's holding to that person. "W-why?" "Hunter."

She placed the blade of the sword on the floor, and let out a loud exhale. With her eyes still closed, she dragged her right leg and tilted her hand slowly. She tightened her grip on the handle of the sword and all of a sudden, she lifted the sword, took a swift turn. She sang the sword in the air and removed her left hand from it. She took another turn, this time, holding the sword with one hand. She kept turning and rolling, swaying the sword along with her. She took an abrupt stop by kneeling on her right knee and raising her left hand in the air.

Genesis He was beautiful. Long brown hair cascaded past his shoulders — part of it was braided. Pieces fell by his perfectly sculpted face. He smiled. His green eyes illuminated my whole world. I reached for him, but each time my hands lifted, the burning was worse, so I learned to keep them behind me. A sword was clasped in his right hand. He slid the blade across his left hand and held it in the air as blood dripped in slow motion onto the ground.