Heart With Sword Novels & Stories

" I frowned at her while she shook her head in fear. "No sir, she is not feeling quite well so she won't be able to report today." She dropped the bombshell the same time my heart skipped a bit. "What the hell happened to her?" I hollered with eyes as wide as a saucepan. "She is suffering from a heart disease." She knotted her hands together. "What the hell are you talking about?" I slammed my fist on her table, making her panic. "Her boyfriend broke her heart so she is mentally unstable and she is nursing her heartache." She looked at the floor, fear evidently written on her.

“Hmm? Well, if you’re interested, the first sword goes by Xyan, the Sword of Divinity. As for the second and third ones, they’re Xyan, the Sword of Benevolence, and Xenith, the Sword of Sovereignty… Empyrean was the fourth sword, I believe, and it’s the Sword of Might. The Sword of Nobility, on the other hand, is Titan, which is also the fifth sword.” “As for swords six and seven, both of them are the Swords of Love, Gwaine and Morgen. The eighth sword is the one you’re currently wielding, Fishgut, the Sword of Courage. If I remember correctly, the ninth one is called Jochem, the Sword of Solitary, and as for the final sword, it goes by the name of Charmella, the Sword of Elegance!” “Each of

His wife who was panicking at the beginning, shouted. Antonio closed the scroll and called the guards in to the room. Together with the queen , the king was taken to his Chambers. There , a medicine man came to treat him. “What is wrong with my husband?” The queen asked with tears rolling down cheeks. If anything happens to her husband then the kingdom would lose everything to the emperor and his cruel son. “He had a heart failure” The physician answered, pouring the Herb’s water in to the jar, he was holding. “What?” A voice asked from door A woman in her early twenties walked in to the room. She had a crown in her hand.

Sophia's so fragile, always has been since we were kids. One wrong move and she could've drowned right there, her lungs filling with water while I stood helpless watching it happen because of this jealous, spiteful bitch I unwisely married. Aria Harrington daughter of that useless sack of shit Richard Harrington, the man whose mountain of gambling debts forced this nightmare marriage on me.

POINT YOUR SWORD TO ME CHAPTER 23: The Sword's Identity Lixien closed her eyes and felt that her head was throbbing. How can he be so sure about his words? He really means it! But… from seven mountains?! She then grabbed the sword hastily from Leen’s hand and stared at the features of the sword. The sword from the seven mountains. She really needs to thank her husband for this. She trailed the blade of the sword with her fingers and Leen approached her with her worried eyes.

The room echoed with her silent struggles and the sound of each strand succumbing to the ruthless blade. Overcoming the torment, Hiya summoned the strength to break free. Fueled by a surge of determination, she staggered towards the door and fled to the hallway. When her eyes fall over a small flower pot, seemingly insignificant, became her it prompts defense. With a desperate throw over him, she aimed to shield herself from his wrath.

Lucy The morning sun had barely warmed the clubhouse lot when I stepped outside, still clutching my jacket tighter than necessary. I knew I didn’t belong here. Every instinct screamed it. The motorcycles gleamed under the pale light, lined up like soldiers, their chrome catching the sun, their engines cold and silent for now. The men were starting to stir, boots thumping against gravel, voices carrying across the lot. Blake was already there, leaning against one of the bikes, arms crossed, watching. As usual, his presence made everything else fade from my awareness, and I had to remind myself to breathe.

Today, he had perfected the Transcendent Sword Heart and his swordwill and he had become a true grandmaster of swordsmanship. With just a thought, the violent swordwill burst out from the sword heart and shot to the sky and the universe, destroying any stars or planets in its route. The will of the swordsmanship was very terrifying and sharp like a knife that the entire sacred land felt like it was pinpointed onto the land. Every corner of the sacred land was affected because of the terrifying swordwill which scared many disciples. "What is that?" "I feel like my soul just got threatened like it got hit by some sort of sword energy!"

The world exploded in a burst of gold and white. When the light faded, Edward was on one knee, panting, his sword cracked but still in his grip. The creature had stumbled backward, a wound blazing across its chest—but it was already healing. I stepped forward, calling the Heart’s energy into my hands. The air shimmered as the mark on my wrist ignited with light. “Enough,” I said, my voice trembling but strong. “You want the Heart? You’ll have to tear it out of me.” It smiled again, though there was something less certain in its expression now. “So be it.”

Those with weaker cultivation, who had felt suffocated by the pressure of Clive's earlier sword strike, now found their breath easing. Chase's blade, though filled with overwhelming killing intent, now seemed like the furious weapon of a righteous man, cutting through the sinister intent hidden within Clive's sword energy one stroke at a time. Carla, from her high vantage point and as a master in spiritual and soul arts, was deeply astonished. This situation was extremely rare in duels between top experts. A person's sword intent or blade intent was directly tied to their sword heart and martial heart. These could be defeated but never erased—unless the wielder's own heart was shattered.