Hiramekarei Sword Novels & Stories

The moment the Reiteki sword connected, Warren was drained of all his strength and fell to the ground. Warren was surprised. Instead of doing damage to the kirin, it felt like he was the one who suffered from his own attack. As he fell to the ground and was on the brink of death, the kirin slowly walked over to him. It charged up its holy flame again to finish Warren off. Warren knew that it was the end for him. He had no strength to move a finger, never mind dodging the attack.

Every time she drew out a gorgeous red sword of different lengths. The hand of the female Martial Demigod showed a strange sword formula. In an instant, the three strange swords merged with the gorgeous thin swords in her hand and turned into a brand-new sword, as wide as three fingers. The shoulder joint of the sword looked like phoenix wings, and there were faint purple Chaotic Mists flashing on the body of the sword. Xie Jieyu held the sword and waved it casually. Instantly, a heavenly river appeared in the void and the purple Chaotic Aura split apart everything.

BLADE 3. Pain. It was all I felt when I shot my eyes opened. I felt so sore and tired. The memories of how Lorenzo plunged deeper into me last night filled my mind. He was so cruel to me. I didn't find any enjoyment in it at all. I tried lifting my hands and I was happy It was back to functioning. My tit hurts too as a result of the sucking he did last night.

“Prideful Sword: Guard of the Half-Moon” *Boom* Breaker’s hammer crashed into Abe immediately after he activated Guard of the Half-Moon. The large hammer was like a mountain that had descended. For that was exactly how Abe felt. Guard of the Half-Moon was a powerful skill. But even it could do so much when there was a great disparity in strength between user and aggressor. And that was exactly what was happening now. Guard of the Half-Moon was able to absorb almost half of the energy that came crushing down on Abe. But it could only do that much. And the rest of the turbulent energy travelled past the sword’s blade and exited through the handle of the sword before crashing into Abe’s armor.

My arm left Higan's neck and I reached down to stroke myself as my orgasm neared. Higan's labored breath brushed my lips and he looked down at me. His lustful his gaze made me feel more turned on. I threw my head back and shut my eyes, moaning loudly as my orgasm washed over me. I shuddered as spurt after spurt of cum fell onto my stomach. "You're squeezing me so tightly, Jamie," he whispered before burying himself to the hilt and coming into the latex. I tried to catch my breath and Higan slowed down his thrusts before pulling out of me.

He reached in and grabbed it for me. “That could have been bad. Sorry about that kid.” he finished putting the Kantana out of the velvet sleeve. He laid it on top of the desk. “This sword has blood magic. You have to weave a connection to it before you touch it to imprint on it. Then it is always yours until you pass it on to another. I commissioned it from a good friend of mine that resides in Japan. He understood this was for a witch wolf hybrid of great power. Don’t mention its origins to anyone. My friend is rather private and he’d like to keep it that way.”

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 need my sword. Reaching behind my back, I feel the cool, smooth texture of my marking shift beneath my fingers. There’s a brief moment where the ink pulses, almost as if it’s alive, before it solidifies into the hilt of my sword. I draw it out, feeling the familiar weight settle into my hand. The blade hums with energy, a glowing blue that pulses in time with my heartbeat. This sword is mine, a part of me, born of my blood and soul. Athena’s gift, forged from my very essence.

Even their eyes have never shown fazed every time they've sliced the throat of their opponent. Himari is now facing a young adult man holding an ax. The nasty blade was dripping with fresh blood of his victims. Himari remained calm, yet her azure eyes are flaming like the hottest fire. The right arm is in front of her chest, while the other one was on her back, both hold a weapon. Her firm standing and stunt have a resemblance to western royal swordplay.

screams Ayame on hearing it and starts to panic. “It doesn’t matter if the event starts now or later. I’ve got to focus for now.” Says Akihiko while being determined to train. “You’re up for training session 1!” says Yasuhiro and out of the ground a wooden spear forms which he grabs on to. Then he asks, “What are your choice of weapons?” “I want a Great sword!” “I’ll just watch…” says Ayame and walks over to Seirei to see what he was doing. “Then, Great sword it is!” he says and a wooden Great sword forms from the soil and he grabs onto it.