Jon Snow Master Swordsman Fanfiction Novels & Stories

With a winning laugh, he attacked me, but in his sneaky attempt, something happened when I threw the sword upward in his direction. I threw the blade back to him to divert his attention, and he accepted it as bait. He stared at it and tried to grab it, but it was too high to reach. He utilized his bat wings to soar toward it, but the blade vanished, taking him by surprise. He looked at me, but I shrugged my shoulders and pointed to where it was. When he turned his head, he met death. Sonia has red hair and flaming eyes, and she sliced Marvin's body in mid-air with her family sword.

But before the light could reach Gideon, a flash of sword energy forced it back. Gideon was stunned. Aside from Sylvester and the other two, did Heaven's Dominion have another Supreme he hadn't known about? "This presence…" Gideon's eyes lit up. "Noel!" Sure enough, a man in white robes, standing atop countless streams of sword energy, soared through the sky. It was Noel, the genius swordmaster. Although Gideon hadn't interacted much with Noel, there was some connection between them because of Ronan. Both of them had learned the Doombringer Knuckle.

Jonas takes off. Outstretching my right hand, I conjure a sword, snow swirling around as my power surfaces. My slow steps become a full-on sprint in the Darklings' direction. Today I stand my ground, even if that means death.

They’re too busy watching Damien. He paces like a caged animal. His dark hair is messy, sticking to his forehead. His jaw is locked. I know that look. He’s waiting for something—an excuse to break. Then one of his guards, a man named Jonas, makes a mistake. He drops his sword. It clatters against the dirt. Damien turns fast, eyes sharp. The yard goes silent. Jonas picks up the sword quickly, gripping it tight. “Sorry, Alpha.” His voice is steady, but I see his hands shake.

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Leon smiled bitterly. "We're mistaken?" Both Fane and Mason were stunned, not expecting that result. However, both of them knew that Fane beat Horsen and Xander in one blow before. Even if Fane was not a Supreme Master, he was definitely at least at the peak Innate State. The two of them felt like Leon was probably just a sliver away from being a Supreme Master! "You're a fraud!" Snow looked at Leon in disdain. "Snow, it's not like that. Mister Wolf is actually-" Fane was very anxious, and wanted to explain it. However, he was interrupted by Snow before he could finish.

Suddenly there is a loud yell and the master marches forward, “I’ve had enough of this rubbish one of you grab my sword, it’s time to end this. The yellow monster, walks over slowly and pulls the sword off the ground, the grinding of the metal on the concrete hurts my ears as he stalks towards the master and holds out the sword. I hear Black protesting but I am no longer able to focus on anything except Aidan. I know there is no way I am going to be able to kill him while the monsters are here to protect him so I hold my sword loosely at my side. As the master takes a step in my direction an unanticipated thing happens. The master raises his sword and just as he goes to bring it down, a thro

hot crowds, and again Villa Farnesina caught fire under the amnari of riots, in the blows of the whip, and of the cries of the boyars shouting from the height of their chariots, a handsome young man with a rather courteous, clumsy face. noble enough for his tense smile, and dead for passers-by, he did not force himself to overtake the wardrobe of the great seniors, he wore an emerald green coat not very new, but also without warp on his elbows, with folds, and on his neck hangs a chain gold, where a large cross, like a well-known order, was hung on the fierce chest, clad in gold with four red rubies, which shone in the end of each arm encrusted, meaning the four winds of the world, a blue s

Su Yue turned around to tell Su Zimu, "Heard that? Your Heavenly Thirteen Swords swordsmanship isn't mature enough. It's far from Yu Yifeng's Dance of the Arcing Rainbow." Su Zimu saluted her with a smile. "You're right, Aunt." … Snow swirled all around the summit arena. Mo Jinyan had received more than ten of Xiao Chen's storm-like sword attacks in a row. His clothes were in tatters. He decided to just take it off, revealing his well-built body and bronze-colored skin. He was like an angry beast staring down Xiao Chen, his eyes revealing the ominous glint of a wild wolf. The strange sword made from mystic iron in his hand was cracked in all sorts of places. Even the iron blade was beginning

However, I didn’t have time to think as another came at me, then another. It was chaos, Swords clashing. Wolves snarling. The room filled with grunts, screams, and the sharp ring of steel clashing against steel. Jon was holding his own beside me. He moved fast, striking clean and hard. I was glad he had come, I could only imagine how it would have gone if he didn't show up. Jon cut down two rogues in quick succession, his sword flashing in the dim light. One tried to bite him from behind, but Jon turned and slammed his elbow into the wolf’s snout before slicing it across the throat.