Heart With Sword Novels & Stories

I was running through the warzone trying to get to where they were I feel like I need to see who that man is, it's the most important, I run up through the brushes and climb the rock to get to where they are and just as I was closing in on them, a sword, a long Golden sword pierces through the man, right through his heart. With that all the creatures scream and screech as though feeling his pain, feeling him slowly die, the women who stood before him topple over and it's then I see they have one foot and one hoof, what on earth is that?

The sword began to tingle in his grip as Rhychard blocked another swing. He could hear the words the other Warriors were chanting and soon the words began to make sense to him even though he couldn't make them out. He focused on Mephalus, but he repeated the same chant as the others, reaching with everything Kree taught him into the sword. He felt the other Warriors, felt their lifelines. Out of the corner of his eye he saw a tall, thin elf with long blond hair look at him, a smile on his face. Then he nodded at Rhychard and melted into the air, his life force flowing toward Rhychard and entering the sword once again. The blade pulsed with the added energy and Rhychard felt it grow more soli

He swung his blade at the burly man, even as his right leg lashed out, kicking the bald man backward. “Arghhh!” This time, the cry came from the burly warrior. His tunic split open where Li Min’s sword had torn across his chest. He clutched at the burning pain, crimson quickly soaking his palm. Before he could even raise his blade again, a dagger buried itself deep into his heart. His eyes went wide, uncomprehending, as his knees buckled. A heartbeat later, his body pitched forward, collapsing face-first into the dirt.

The moment he could see, he hugged her tightly and vowed never to let her down. After regaining his sight, Jameson returned to his position as the heir of the Hart family. Everyone said that his status was too noble for him to be with a village girl like Camille, who still had an accent when she spoke. However, Jameson cherished her like a treasure. Anyone who dared to speak ill of Camille in front of him would see him turn against them. He showed everyone with his actions and words that he loved Camille with all his heart. Over time, everyone believed it. Camille also believed in it deeply.

Anything to keep my mind off of him but he is still looking at me, still staring at me like he wants to eat me up. Luckily the flapping of wings cut through my mind and I raise my head to see ivar and heartfyre coming to us. They both look so big and so good together, I can’t even lie. A gust of wind blows past my face as the two of them land a few feet away from us and I watch as Cahir immediately pulls out his sword. He doesn’t like her, I know that and I can see it in his eyes. “You will not be needing that general” heartfyre’s voice rings in my head, “I have not come to collect your life yet”

Andy’ POV With every step I took, the pain in my heart grew. It was like a fire, burning and consuming me from the inside out. It made my chest ache and made it hard to breathe. The tears that had been pooling in my eyes began to spill over, running down my cheeks. I couldn't stop them; I couldn't even try. I was beyond caring, beyond feeling. I just wanted the pain to end; it seemed like I was swallowed up by the darkness that surrounded me.

I wasn't alone, I wasn't just a normal girl, I have a family that would protect me, Scar would regret the second he messed with me, my heart isn't a toy for some bored demon lord. "Dad!! Papa! Uncle Dante! I need your help" I call to the most powerful vampires in the house, he's going to learn to never mess with me or my family, or my heart. (I had a plan, then I started listening to sad love music, hope u like this version of the story)

Before Wesley or Liam could react, an invisible force gently pushed them backward. "Emilia!" Liam shouted. "I'm alright!" I called. The silver barrier rose higher until I could no longer see them clearly. Only the Guardian remained. He studied me carefully. "You carry the Heart." "You wear the Crown." "But neither proves you are worthy of the Blade." "What must I do?" I asked. "The Sword of Eclipse was forged from two opposing forces." "Light." "And darkness." He lowered his head. "You must prove you can accept both within yourself." The forest disappeared.

Next Chapter >> “Hailey, is there anything you’d like to say in your defense?” one of the elders of the delegation urged. I nod my head in negative dumbfounded. “Bring in the sword” A guard steps in holding a long box nesting in its middle a sword the blade polished smoothly, reflecting the moon it is decorated beautifully stoned with blue diamonds gleaming underneath the moon. Jaden picks up the sword with shaking hands using both hands to grip it steady. The night wind wraps around me coldly, the large space strangling me with each forced step he takes, making my heart skip.

Sara said, and he looked at her. “Heart attack.” He said softly. “She was so tired of fighting with the two of them about Scotty that I think it finally killed her.” “I am so sorry,” Sara said, and he took her hand in his. “Thank you.” He said as he squeezed it gently, minding the fact she was so much smaller. “I hope that you can learn to trust me some time.” “I do, Garret.” She said as she looked at him. “You are one of the few who has always been there for me, and you were completely honest with me. As far as I can see, you might be the only person who ever was.”