Harry Potter Sword Master Fanfic Novels & Stories

It even went as far as slapping its thigh. ‘Master, here. Your weapon.’ Jacob spoke, making me blush and turn my attention back towards him. He was handing me my hook swords. Jacob. THE Jacob White was handing me my hook swords and calling me master! I can die happily now. I took the hook swords from him and arrogantly walked around the group. “Out of my way side characters! I am FAMOUS. THE Jacob White noticed me.” I boasted. I will never clean my hook swords again. The red bunny frowned at me as I passed by it. “Hey! I am one of the male lead-” Before the bunny could even finish, I silenced it by placing a hand over it’s lips.

At the same night, master was sleeping in his room. Chenguang and Zhang Wei silently entered the room. They started to find the book. "What are you two finding dear?" Suddenly, Master Qiang wake up. Chenguang and Zhang Wei scared to see their master. "Oh no! I told you Zhang Wei." Chenguang said with fear. But Zhang Wei didn't listen to him. Suddenly he saw a book next to the master. He attacked his master with a knife and took the book from there.

Loud sounds of broken bone permeated the air. "You can consider yourself properly warned" " You... You" At this moment, Aldon Brooks walked over " Heyy Director" "Young Master Aldon, this woman is trying to break into the dinner hall and when we tried to stop her, she broke my hand" " You tried to stop her?" " Young Master.." " You are really bold. I can only say that's quite courageous of you. You are probably the only one in the world who'll attempt to stop her from entering a venue in the entire city."

The realization disarmed her more effectively than any feint. She released the sword, taking a step back. "Then we understand each other," she said, her voice losing its edge. "You see a weapon. I see a cage. We're both prisoners of this... purpose." He held the practice sword, looking momentarily wrong-footed by her retreat. He studied the crude blade, then her face. The anger seemed to drain from him, leaving a weary, cold curiosity. "What are you, really? A spy for your father? A trained assassin sent to unsettle the court?"

Mr Reyes smiled at her action. “Stay where you are.” She said loudly. “Watch me.” Arya slowly started to touch herself, keeping her eyes in contact with the Master. She smirked a bit when her hand slid between her legs and she started to rub her pussy. “Now touch yourself I want to see it.” Her eyes were now fixed on his erect manhood. “You are forgetting yourself Omega, I’m the Master.” He smiled getting up. “I have to say it was quite refreshing to follow your orders for a bit, but I crave something more than my own hand. I know I went harsh on you yesterday so use your mouth now.”

He isn’t just a legendary swordsman for nothing. “Master!” Luke yelled as he struggled to get up. It was no use. He fell on his face on his attempt to stand. “Master, I want to lend a hand.” “Stay-stay out of this, Luke,” I said as I panted slowly. I rushed at him again. He swung his sword at my head but I ducked and he missed. I pried my claws into his stomach. And with my right hand…I saw his sword coming down to me with great speed so I backed up.

The blade lay horizontal between them, edge outward, the hilt toward her grip. "This sword has never swung at you. It never will." Her fingers brushed the cord wrapping on the hilt. Hemp cord, soaked in sweat and blood for too many years, its natural brown turned dark. The wrappings were broken in places, repaired with new cord, the knots worn smooth. Her fingertip paused on one of the knots. "You pick your old man to be your sword. Masters change. A sword doesn't." He pushed the hilt another inch forward. It touched her fingertips. She didn't pull back.

We rushed to the main hall and then continued to where we found other superweapons the other day. I turned right and I said open unto me now your closed doors. The door was unlocked I entered and the aura in the room was above ordinary. They followed me and I said this is your superweapon we have to take it. The sword said no I can’t recognize you. Who are you? May just took the blade and cut three of her fingers for her blood and drooped the blood on the sword. What is your name. the sword asked. May quickly responded my name is Mayfair Boating I am your new master.

"I'm not a full master yet lad, but one day soon I will be. If you practice everyday and get good, you might be able to get into the Academy free of charge like me" The boy smiled widely, "I will Sir, and then I'll be the greatest sword master ever!" he said enthusiastically, and ran off pushing his cart of manure. Out of the house came the first boy followed by an older gentleman, he was grizzled and worn, like a piece of meat left out in the sun to dry. Boro knew that look, it was the look of a man that spent most of his life working under the sun. The older man walked up to Boro, and introduced himself as Hogan.

shouted Harry as he landed yet another slap on Yunus’s face. “W-what do you want then?” asked Yunus as he gulped. “Oh, I only need you to do something very simple! See, you’ve insulted my sister today and I’ve caught you red-handed! I don’t need your god d*mn money! I need you to kneel in front of me and call me master three times in a row! Actually hold on, master would be too easy. Let’s go with grandpa instead to make things more interesting! While we’re at it, you’ll also need to say how much of a brute you are at the end of each of those three sentences. I’ll forgive you once you’ve done that. How about it?” sneered Harry.