Mike Leach Swing Your Sword Novels & Stories

I saw a thin beam on silver light slide between the two, Lance’s power protecting Mike as he faced his tormenter. “He’s mine” Mike growled, more to Zach than anyone else. I saw the black bands slip away as Zach relinquished his hold. As soon as they did Mike launched himself at the man, shifting midair. He landed on Jason with a snarl and a thump, Lance’s shield still surrounding him. A large shake forced my attention back to Perses, trusting Mike could handle himself I narrowed my eyes at the God of destruction. His flesh was peeling off, and the stink of it permeated every pore of my being as he trudged his way toward us; his feet barely lifting from the Earth. Mike and Jason grappled behi

Then I pulled the arrows sharply, dropping them on the ground with his intestines attached. Mike falls to his knees. He is speechless. Reed vomited at the sight of his guts on the ground. “Lottie, I believe you have something you want to say to Mike?” I stood aside to make way for her. “Are you sure you want to do this?” I asked her.

Leo abruptly retreated as he raised his hand and formed a lightning shield to resist the huge sword power! Clang! The huge sword struck the blue-white lightning shield with a burst of silvery light!

It's showtime. Amid the dizzying spins and the increasingly loud chatter around us, Leo leans in, his breath a potent mix of alcohol and misplaced confidence. "So, what is this reward you're seeking, Mia? Name it, and it's yours." I give him my best doe-eyed look, the one I've practiced in the mirror for occasions just like this. "Let's make it public. After all, a grand gesture for a grand request, right?" Without hesitation, Leo stumbles towards the microphone, the crowd's anticipation palpable. I follow, my heart racing, adrenaline pumping through my veins.

Jack's face was very dark like he had swallowed a fly and I had a sudden urge to laugh into the sky but I could not, I was using this chance to heal. Jack suddenly took a detour and then snatched a weapon from one of his men ans attacked Mike with it before the latter could react. He aimed the sword attack at his stomach but Mike quickly dodged when he noticed his movements but the sword still grazed his arms. "We agreed not to use weapon." Mike growled. That guy would always go back on his words whenever his plan was not working. "You think I care?" Jack hollered and I shook my head at his shamelessness.

he asks. I shake my head once. “No.” I move first this time. The strike I throw forces him to step back quickly, sand spraying under his boots. He blocks it, but I follow with another swing and another, pushing him across the circle until his back almost hits the wooden post. “Think,” I tell him. “Don’t just swing.” Micah bares his teeth. “Maybe I like swinging.” He throws a reckless strike toward my ribs. I catch it easily. Then I twist the blade out of his grip.

"I got here as fast as I could, I knew his plan and I had to save you. I thought if I could save you, it would somehow make up for what I've done. I'm so sorry Finn." Mike said before coughing again, this time blood came out as he coughed. Lucian looked at him before reaching forward and grabbing the sword. "I forgive you!" Lucian said before pulling the sword out. Mike screamed as a sword was ripped from his stomach. Blood instantly poured out. Lucian reached forward and placed his hand over the wound. His wings came out, as his body began to glow. He pushed his light into Mike and felt the wound begin to heal. Moments later he pulled his hand back.

She could not let the image of Stone pinning Amanda against the wall throw her off her plan. Once she’s done, they will both be free. “Need a sparring partner?” Mike’s voice pierced through the air, louder than the whooshing sounds of the blade, stopping Star dead in her tracks. “Why not?” She shrugged, her chest rising and falling fast from the physical exertion. Star wiped the sweat off her forehead while Mike retrieved a sword from the wall of weapons in the gym of Stone’s mansion and stood before her. “Don’t hold back,” Micheal smirked and waved his sword at her.

Quick as I can I scramble towards the canister again only for it to be knocked out of reach from shuffling feet. I look up to see Mike, his wolf Duke fully present, claws digging into the chest of a goon and ripping his heart out. I find the sword again, manage to get back to my feet, and start whacking away at any figure that comes within arm’s reach of me. Suddenly the crack of the whip rips through the sounds of fighting and the sword is abruptly ripped from my hand. A large foot lands squarely on my chest taking all the wind out of me and forcing me to fly backwards slamming onto the floor.

he agreed, his voice thick with emotion. As we sat there in silence, Scarlett came running over, her face flushed with excitement. “Grandpa Mike!” she exclaimed, tugging at his sleeve. “Can you push me on the swing?” He smiled, the tension in his shoulders easing as he bent down to her level. “Sure, kiddo. I’d love to.” I watched as he followed her back to the swing set, his steps slow, his casted arm held carefully at his side. Scarlett climbed onto the swing, her little feel kicking at the ground as Mike positioned himself behind her. He pushed her gently with his good arm, and soon they fell into a rhythm, her laughter ringing out in the evening air.