Hand Holding Sword Novels & Stories

"I'm begging you! " Cried of people kneeling in front of them, begging to spare their lives. However, the kids in front of them have no intention at all. Especially the one who's holding a 'katana' (Japanese sword), her eyes are gleaming terrifyingly and in one sway of her arm, she mercilessly sends their heads flying in the air. Blood scattered in the air. The black blade of her sword was now stained with fresh blood of her victims, dropping in the ground.

* death stare Celea hold her hand in the air than slowly closed her palm into a fist and you could see the air leaving the intruders body she then looked at the other intruder still in the position he was paralysed in and then soon got the same fate as his partner *bang* his body too fell to the ground "Commander are you alright ?"Michael shouted "What happened?" the other knights went also inside alerted by Michaels shouting "What happened here?" the knights shouted looking at the bodies lying on the floor

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.

I opened my eyes to find a translucent sword in my hands, a manifestation of my intent. Excitement bubbled within me as I examined the ethereal weapon. The edges sparkled with otherworldly radiance, and I could feel the hum of power emanating from it. It was a surreal sight—a sword made not of steel but of the very fabric of existence. Eager to test my creation, I turned my attention to a punching bag hanging in the corner of the training room. With a swift motion, I swung the celestial sword, its energy slicing through the air like a comet's tail. The blade connected with the punching bag, and to my amazement, it split into two perfect pieces.

Then one of the smaller men stepped forward, holding out a blade with both hands like it was sacred. I took the sword slowly—too slowly—its hilt warm from the short guy’s hand. My fingers curled around it with a familiarity I hadn’t felt in weeks. That rush of power. Of clarity. "Baron," I said, my voice low and steady. "Hold out his hand." Baron yanked Vaughan upright. He started to squirm, whistling like a lunatic, trying to wriggle free. Two more men stepped in, locking him in place.

Mona called for the man to shift his eyes backward, appearing to just snap out of his pondering. “You’re ready?” He asked her instead. Mona saw him dressed in the black armor. On his hip was the sword that appear like a claymore. He had held it in such ease even though she knew with her weak hands, it would fall any second the moment she held it. “Yeah what about you?” She saw him nodding his head at the same time.

He sighed deeply, contenting himself with a soft embrace, apologizing to her silently. And she, in turn, embraced him, and began to weep bitterly. She cried and cried, and he was content to hold her until she fell asleep with a turbulent nap that followed after a very long time. "Hold the sword with both hands," he ordered her tightly, watching her trying to carry it with one hand unable to lift it off the ground. "But you hold it in one hand." She grumbled, stubbornly "Its weight is heavy on you, so we start with two hands, then with time we move to one hand."

she answered her Yes with this, you will get rid of any form of fear in your body and you won't be fearless any longer in times of war Get me a sword, she ordered Naya Then she continued with her teachings using the sword as practical There are three basic ways to hold a sword you see across multiple styles of sword and swordsmanship. First is the Hammer Grip. You just hold the sword in a fist. This works best for cutting. Some swords, like the Indian tulwar or Viking swords, force your hand into this grip. Probably the most common grip is the Handshake Grip. It’s a bit more extended as if you’re shaking hands with the sword. This grip gives you better reach in both the cut and thrust and al

"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.