Jacaerys Velaryon Sword Novels & Stories

He glares over at me. "You told me to go to the castle, you never said to stay at the castle." I make my way over, glaring back at him. I slide the silver blades in my right hand between his legs. "If you ever use that command thing on me again, I promise I'm going to cut your dick off in your sleep." Just because I'm a Lycan now, doesn't mean he gets to control what I do. He let out a low growl as I glare at him for a second longer, before removing the blade from between his legs.

But his blue eyes held a wicked light, and his lips fought a curl of smug satisfaction. “Princess Diandreliera of Uyan Taesil,” Rivyn announced gravely. “Although the Fae Court is not prepared at this time to mobilise against the Queen Clareath’s takeover of Uyan Taesil, we recognise and honour your efforts on behalf of the brethren there. As such, I, Rivyn Nae Ederne, offer you my sword,” he produced the sword from the air with a flourish that drew exclamation even from the jaded courtiers. “This is Intuin Desparen, the Heart Blade.”

He did not take his eyes off Yaroslav, an incomprehensible look. Yarsi walked across the grass and picked up a white sword from the ground, which lay comfortably in his right hand, habitually covering the brush with an icy glow. The palm of his left hand tingled the hilt of the second sword - silver, the blade sang, cutting through the air filled with unknown magic metal. He sang silently, his voice of deadly power was heard only by the owner.

She answered as she cocked her gun and they all went outside. She searched desperately for Alexei but she couldn’t find him, at least he wasn’t going to interrupt her, she could do whatever she wanted to do without feeling like she was hurting him. She was still fighting when she felt a sharp pain in her back, she turned to see Jace had poked her with a sword and it wasn’t just any kind of sword. It was Silver with a tremendous amount of wolfsbane. Valerie gagged as she pulled the sword out of her and to her and Jace’s surprise, she healed even quicker than any other wolf would.

Results which he deserved. ************** Alexa knew she had to get the perfect gift for Jared on his birthday, lately, he has been moaning and whining like a child of how his sword was different from the designs of those used in Asteria and apparently all swords of that design which he had seen was not for him. Alexa understood what it means for when a sword and its owner to be in perfect harmony and for that reason she needed to choose something which was worthy of Jared and she will not get that in limited choices which will be the only option if she had requested the swordsmith to come to the castle.

Then, in a moment she felt an excruciating pain in her flesh. I got badly wounded! Cybele whispered in her mind as she gaze blood on her hand. She heard him shouting her name, but her senses were slowly fading away. " Tyr..." she faintly whispered. " No...no...!" Tyr's voice was shaking as when hen he gazed at her beloved dying. Valkash's bone sword is a weapon that could kill a deity, and it was so tragic that Cybele got struck by it. A little...I can still hold on a little... I can do this! Tyr whispered to himself.

On the pavilion floor lay a sword carved with a dragon, and standing on it was the man who had shouted. He stooped slightly, breath ragged; his eyes were bloodshot, bulging as if they might pop from their sockets. Through gritted teeth he thought, 'Xiu Jian is a damned wretch! I can’t even burn his sword!' Indeed, the trembling, furious man was Huang Fu, and the blade beneath his boot was the Sacred Dragon Sword. He had tried to set the sword aflame—yet not only did the flames refuse to take, the fuel he poured seemed to be absorbed and vanished, drying as if swallowed by the metal itself.

I drove my blade straight through his gorget, the steel sinking deep into his throat. He gasped, his eyes bulging as he looked at me. I stepped closer, my face inches from his. "Tell the darkness that the Valerius crown still stands," I whispered. I twisted the blade and pulled it out. The High Lord of Drakos fell backward into the mud, the dark water quickly swirling over his golden armor. He couldn't survive it, my sword was silver coated. I looked around. The valley was a graveyard of broken banners and drowning men. The few survivors were dropping their swords, seeing their leader dead.

ARYA POV After taking a shower and walking into the room Arya went to check on Olivia and saw she was still asleep in the crib that was brought to her room. Turning around she noticed a dress bag and a pair of silver heels on the bed. She unzipped the bag to a royal blue dress. As she slipped it on and looked in the mirror to see the true elegance of the dress. The Royal blue color went very well with her skin tone. It was forming fitting and the spaghetti straps held nicely allowing the low V-neck to stand out. The light sparkles that coated the dress made the dress stand out even more. There was a slight slit going up the length of her dress stopping right above her left knee. She slipped

He’s smiling as he does so and Cain’s voice surfaces in my head again. “When Lycans war, the lands shake.” Rhys spreads his fingers and that green energy forms a phantom sword. Raymel nods and does something that sends my heart racing. “Catch.” The swords shoot out like rockets and me yelping is all it takes for me to fall back into the water and land on my butt. Raymel’s swords fly through the air so smoothly and delicately you’d consider them a work of art. I would have if they weren’t bent on killing Rhys.