Heart With Sword Novels & Stories

Several chests sat on the deck; their lids slightly cracked to show the greening gold within. I leaned over the shallower balustrade, and the merman rose from the waves again, his hand almost touching mine. I stretched out my fingers, intending just to touch fingertip to fingertip… He screamed suddenly, recoiling as blood rose along a slice on his arm delivered by Loisin’s blade. I turned to Loisin in anger. “What did you do?” I demanded.

I threatened before matching into the house, not only was I angry but hurt that Damien think I'm too weak to go out there with him, I bet Fiona is out there fighting along with him. I stood there looking out as several wounded men fell down and was attended to, I couldn't see Damien anywhere, it felt like the longest hours of my life before the fight died down and the door of Damien suit opened. "Damien..." I stopped talking once I saw it was Fiona, she put back her sword on her side smirking at me, I knew what she was here for so I waited for her to start rubbing it in.

They were good at it. My heart would have beat louder if I was an amateur dragon. But I was blessed with a mature dragon. When they brought the box and opened it, the Mighty Heart shined like a star and it started beating again. It recognized me. And it knew that I was close to it, closer than ever. The whole crowd was amazed when they saw what the mighty heart did. But no one except for me and my four allies, knew that it was me who made the Mighty Heart start beating again. I was happy in my heart that at least, my people, who were suffering. That heartbeat would lessen their suffering.

"In this body and the next. However many lifetimes it takes." Their release came simultaneously—a shared euphoria reminiscent of their once-merged consciousness but purely physical now, purely human. As they lay afterward, limbs entwined and hearts gradually slowing to normal rhythm, Sonia traced absent patterns on his chest. "I never thought this existed," she admitted softly, touching her chest where her once wounded heart now beat with certainty. "Growing up watching my parents fight, then make up, then fight again—love seemed like a battlefield, not a sanctuary." "It can be both," Alex observed, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. "But the battles are worthwhile when you're fighting

For a while, she couldn't speak, only a broken, whisper of a voice escaped her: "There's life in me... when I thought I was dying..." Lennox's fingers gently wrapped around her belly, and he rested his forehead on her chest, as if he too wanted to lose himself in that heartbeat. "It's the most beautiful sound I've ever heard," he whispered. "And not just because it's alive... but because it's alive because of you." The machine continued its rhythm, the heartbeat filling the room. There was no other sound—and none was needed. That small thump said everything words never could. Sloane's tears flowed silently. Not from pain. Not from fear. From wonder.

If he had that blade, he wouldn’t have died in the battle against the Winged Serpent. Village Head Fan cast his gaze to the sword that stood gallantly in the middle. Although the current situation meant that he didn’t have time to waste, he couldn’t help but be drawn in by the blade in the middle. Unlike Durandal, the sword in the middle was completely blue, but possessed a white hilt. It gave off a holy aura, and seemed so sacred that one was even afraid of touching it, for the fear that one would stain its beautiful purity. It didn’t tear into Village Head Fan with its gaze, but it repelled him calmly when he subconsciously reached out to touch it. It repulsive force woke Village Head Fan

She was getting so upset that she was almost ready to jump out of her chair and start yelling at her sister even louder than she already was. "What exactly do you want me to do about it now?" Liora said, and she didn't seem bothered at all by Lynn's anger or the way she was raising her voice. "I already gave the sword to someone, and like we planned before, I am still going to remove Erezhul's heart when he least expects it to happen." "Who did you give the sword to? You need to tell me right now," Lynn demanded. "You know that father used a lot of dragon blood and other things to create that weapon, and you know how special and powerful it is."

The sword heart had been given to him by the Red Empress at Atlantis and was the soul of Seventy-two Heavenly Immortal-slaying Formation. With the help of half of the sword heart, breaking through and using the prison as his own would be a piece of cake. Alex held the seal in his hand and sent out seven commands, which were all received by the sword heart. Buzz— The sword heart then vibrated gently, sparking up brightly. Countless sharp sword patterns shot up and a hollow disc with a diameter of a hundred meters levitated in the air. The disc looked ancient and its presence was so strong it covered over the nine dragons' heads below.

Valen stared her dead in the eyes like a bottle of valium with no hint of fear, and not even a shift in his heartbeat. The snow globe mulled over on the motors in my head. My heart plopped into the farthest depths of my stomach as the prominent attribute of it dawned on me. There was a sword in it. Could it be the same sword that Snow claimed I was to use against the Worgens? -

With a swoosh, the chilling sword energy made Elder Salo’s heart skip a beat. The sword seemed ordinary, but for some reason, it made his heart tremble.