Hawkeye Mihawk Sword Novels & Stories

POV: Micah Thorne "I’m taking it, Morga. Try to stop me, and I’ll burn this entire sanctuary to the ground with your sisters still inside!" Micah’s snarl ripped through the incense-choked air of the Raven Coven’s inner sanctum. He stood before the high altar of the witches, his fingers curled around the hilt of the Soul-Sunder, a relic that felt like a block of ice carved from the void. The dagger hummed, its jagged obsidian blade pulsing with a rhythmic, ghostly light that matched the frantic beating of Micah’s own heart.

Just… there. I waited until they were done shading the boots before I asked, “What’s the sword for?” Micah didn’t look up. “Protection.” “Not for hurting people?” I asked, knowing that he was here due to violent outbursts. They shook their head. “So that people know not to mess with them.” I sat back in my chair and let that settle. “That’s smart.” They didn’t respond, but the pencil moved with more purpose after that. A glint added to the blade. A smudge was cleaned from the cheek.

We were joined soon by Anthonier and Hilra who also appeared surprised at the sight. But while Xialara tried to check for a pulse in her neck and base of her thumb. Something else caught my eye. The ruby colored gem at the hilt of the sword was now a clear diamond. No sign of red. I picked it up by its blade and examined it under the moonlight to check for any cracks or possible leakages. There were none. The red color had just vanished. My blood was gone.

I winked, walking out. I walked with my head held high from Mayu’s room, making a stop at mine. I smiled as I picked up my Kissaki-Moroha-Zukuri katana. It was specially made just for me and to my specifications. I had always loved the idea of a double-edged sword. It quickly became one of my favorites. I grabbed one more thing before I stormed my way to my father’s office. I knew it’s where he and that fucking bastard Rokurō would be.

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.

You couldn’t hear me, and you stopped moving. I look down at the dagger to see the sable eye moving and blinking. ‘It’s Micah. I saw him again. He said he would always be with me by my side in spirit. I get it now!’ I say, standing with a smile. ‘Part of Micah is in this dagger. Micah wasn’t kidding when he said he had carved his eye in the dagger so he could always keep his eye on me. He said he would always be by my side! Don’t you get it? The dagger is always by my side, whether it’s tucked in my belt or sheathed in my baldric. Micah has always been with me from the moment he died, here in this very dagger. His spirit has always been with me! This is why I could hear him whisper my name a

Dexter said aloud as we heard the door leading to the other sections of the mansion open. Everyone's gaze was fixed on the passageway leading to the stairs, waiting in excitement to see what our Alpha had to present. And when I was beginning to think that our Alpha's surprise was a flop, I saw the hugest scare of my life. The whole hall fell into chaos as most people screamed and yelled in fear while others like myself stood speechless and motionless. It was a man. A man whose reputation spoke for itself. It was the legendary Alpha Blade, known in Haven as The Ripper.

“No. We left when we found this sword.” “Can I see it?” “Yes.” He handed him the sword. Myllyof looked at it, as did Velsusi who ran his fingers along the blade and then examined the hilt. “Thank you.” Velsusi gave it back to Erwaith. “Guard it well.” “I will, Old Hawk.” Erwaith went to check on the crew. “Well?” Myllyof sounded anxious again. “Well, what?” “What is the sword or rather, whose was it?”

But first… I need to buy something to protect myself. ”Wai, open the store. I want to buy the sacrificial sword“ [Sacrificial sword. A sword that helps the user make a blast that is 10x his normal hit. This would only happen one time for every 25 seconds. It cost 150 harto. You currently have 220 harto. Do you still want to purchase it?] Letting out a sigh, it is not as if I can go on like this without any weapon. But wait… isn't a gun more useful than a sword? I always use a sacrificial sword which is why I was so used to it. But, a sword for long-distance combat, isn't it… a little useless?

The blades whistled sharply, stopping mere inches from Ray. Oh? In the VIP section to the left of the grand hall, Alexander cradled his drink, eyes tracking Hec and Hunter's every move. His gaze intensified for a moment before he murmured, "Moving Fist, Horizontal Blade, Breaking Slash." Ray's senses snapped to attention. His hand flew to the alloy sword at his waist, drawing it in a flash. He stepped diagonally forward with his left foot, his wrist snapping the sword's flat side across his back. Then, reversing his grip, he brought the blade down in a fierce arc above his head.