Jacaerys Velaryon Sword Novels & Stories

If the horses don't whinny, and that singer doesn't come poking around the garden. "What about you?" "I'll hide by the tree. He's probably alone. If he bothers me, I'll kill him. Go!" Hot Pie went, and Arya dropped her carrots and drew the stolen sword from over her shoulder. She had strapped the sheath across her back; the longsword was made for a man grown, and it bumped against the ground when she wore it on her hip. It's too heavy besides, she thought, missing Needle the way she did every time she took this clumsy thing in her hand. But it was a sword and she could kill with it, that was enough.

Her voice sounded weak. He shrugged offhandedly. “Then I will take what I need.” He didn't wait for her reply before he pulled out a sword. Aunt Portia flinched and I gasped. There was an aura of death and darkness enveloping Leon. The men behind him also drew weapons, I hadn't seen it coming. But the sight was terrifying. “Please don't do anything rash” Aunt Portia pleaded but there was no point in saying that. We both knew he would.

The sword was so sharp and perfectly swung that after hitting the first guy and cutting through his neck, it met the second guy who stood on the right-hand side of Edwina and also saw his face. The guy screamed in agony as the sword hit a very delicate part in his eyes ball. The noise of everything that was going on there, distracted Alfie, who was on the side, where they stood talking to me. Arthur quickly grabbed Edwina, and they both ran along. How he tried to chase them and I couldn’t allow that with the speed of light. I ran after him as he ran after Edwin and Arthur. I picked up my pace and ran after Alfie. It seemed like his only hope for getting me to submit was on the run, and that

“An Alpha faces claws on the battlefield. A Luna faces venom at the dinner table. Historically, noblewomen used poison far more than claws to clear their path to the throne.” Genevieve, standing at the front of the line with her friends flanking her, crossed her arms. Her nose crinkled in disgust. “This is a servant's work. A true northern noblewoman relies on her pack's loyalty, not weeds.” “Loyalty doesn't stop your heart from seizing after a sip of wine, Lady Genevieve,” Morgana snapped. She pointed a finger at the first tray. “Identify.” The court ladies stepped forward, whispering and guessing incorrectly. When they reached the silver-rimmed dish, one of the red haired noble smoothed he

I asked. “Oh, yes! That’s the Herlin. It’s a sword that can get heavier. Jace could make it as heavy as a whole planet and he could also make it as light as air. So I urge you to be careful with him. After all, I designed and named those swords myself,” Gertrude giggled.

as if she was cutting mere pieces of wood into half. Larice blew past through the men like a gust of wind. She sheathed back her rapier and walked towards the child, leaving the hunters in shock of their broken swords. Gray Viper was an ancient weapon from the far country of the elves in Asveneas. Its blade was made of Elyfean steel, bathed and blessed by the Tree of Genia. Countless wielders had swung it for thousands of years until Riqui the Swordmaster died and passed it unto Larice. Only fools like these three hunters would go against the ancient blade using plain, silver swords.

Jasper returned from the bleacher area carrying two long pure silver swords with dark purple handles. “Ah, my babies…I haven’t seen you in weeks!” Elleanna said as her eyes lit up in excitement upon seeing the swords. “Ok..your mate is so awesome!” Dylan said as he watched her expertly pick up the swords without touching the blades. Elleanna returned to the center of the track with her swords. Romero smiled and watched her as she used the music to time her attacks on the dummies. A slight breeze filled the air and she stopped swinging her swords at the dummies.

We made it to the hallway before Vera caught up with us. Vera said "A word Elric. In private if possible." I said "Anything you say to him you can say in front of me." Vera looked at me for a moment then nodded. "Your sword. Where did you get it?" Elric shifted his grip on me. "It was my mothers. Why?" Vera said "Those markings on the sword are not just for show. They're Moonborn-forged. Created by the pack three centuries ago using techniques that were supposed to be lost."

At the center of the room, raised on an altar of obsidian and bone, lay a single object. A sword. Long, slender. Forged from black metal that shimmered with the same runes etched into her ring. The hilt was wrapped in silver wire. At its center: a red gem that pulsed like a heartbeat. Alya took a step forward. Lucien grabbed her arm. “You can’t touch it.” “Why not?” “Because it’s hers.” Alya turned slowly. “Mine?” “No,” Lucien said. “Your past self. The first blood heir. The sword was made to answer only to her.”

"But if given an opportunity, I also want to learn how to fight with swords, preferably lightweight ones." Sir Dallas clapped his hand once loudly and pointed at the High Lord. "He owns lightweight swords, usually used by winged Feralis." He brought his hand down the table. "I'm quite sure the weapons of Luminozenko and Earth are the same or have similarities in some ways, but the type of sword he usually uses is called Zerfara." I looked at the High Lord. "Zerfara, sir?" "Yes." Lord Lavendori nodded and he tapped on his bracelet, making it glow before a sword started materializing in his hand that he raised.