Hilt Sentence Novels & Stories

The teacher wants us to have the full range of our bodies, not letting clothes get in the way. "Slut." Hilda snorts out as she walks past me, bumping her shoulder into mine. "Can you believe she's mated to all four Gods?" Her friend with red curly hair states. "More like their pass-around girl," Hilda responds as they walk out of the locker room.

“And I think you’ve got something worth paying with.” Hail’s jaw tightened, his stance shifting slightly. “You don’t want to do this.” The gaunt man tilted his head, his grin widening to reveal yellowed, broken teeth. “Oh, but I think we do.” His companions stepped forward, their weapons glinting faintly in the firelight. The boyish one licked his lips, his gaze fixed on me like I was something to be devoured. “Red,” Hail said, his voice low and steady. “Stay behind me.”

Hilda can be very stubborn and hardly bulges to a person's opinion. The both of them began to raise their voices and attack themselves and like a premonition, I knew that wish was too good to be true, I mean who was I kidding? Hilda is a tough nut to crack and getting her approval matters alot. One lesson I learned from being a Marshall is that enemies will always be around the corner, watching us as a hawk while planning our downfall so I have to be prepared to be attacked at all given cost and giving the DNA I share, I refuse to be caught impromptly.

Hilda tuts, but she rubs my back. Hilda spoke a string of encouraging words to help guide me from the pain. It was impossible. But I had to focus on the good side. The sooner this is over, the sooner I would get to meet her. Part of me hoped Elio wouldn’t show up just so I could spend that little while longer with her. I felt my magic tighten inside me, trying to fight Hilda’s spell to bring my angel along. I let out a whimper as I realised I wouldn’t be able to use my magic, not until the very end.

“You think I believe you? That mouth of yours, the same mouth that has incited Lizzbeth to leave me. Exploiting her weakness for your benefit. How dare you deceive me.” “You will lose if you do not trust me, Hilbert,” he said. “I came here to give you a solution. How about we talk like little friends having a reunion?”

“Sword Arts: Penetrating Hilt” Penetrating Hilt was a technique their Master had passed on to him. Although he hadn’t studied it for long, he was able to use it quite well. This technique made even the bluntest of sticks as sharp as a sword. When used with a sword, it was capable of splitting the air itself. That was his greatest talent – his ability to easily comprehend sword arts. *Clang*

--- The corridor has filled with first-years in full awakening regalia. I'm watching Chloe do up the last clasp on a golden belt when the air in the hallway changes. Thickens. The belt glows softly against her waist, and warmth floods through my chest, my throat, behind my sternum—not unpleasant, not mine. I want to keep looking. But everything goes dark. Hilbert's hand covers my eyes, gentle, his palm curved warm against my face. I feel him step closer, feel his chest against my shoulder blade. "The belt amplifies desire," he says, low, near my ear. "Extended exposure compromises rational judgment. Better not to look."

I still have no memory of it. “Stop it,” Hilda whispers fiercely. “Even your warriors believe in your innocence. I know I’m biased. I love you and I’m addicted to your incredible body,” she adds with a sly grin, “But you can trust their judgment. Unless there’s something about how close you are to them that you haven’t told me. An entire platoon seems a bit extreme though, even for a man with your voracious appetite.”

"I cannot reveal to you what was first written as it exceeds my capability but I can assure you, the last line in this letter written by your foster mother was in no fact being directed towards Azazel or Hades, or Gefion or the fates." Last sentence/last line : Hate me not but heed my word, fight the darkness rising and never give up." "This was a line that is and has been directed towards the pantheon of Power. Over the years and over battles, Hilda has solely watched you and how tactics, your moves and your weaknesses. She has monitored every step you have taken and scripted how she may choose to manipulate you to her bidding and you feel effortlessly."