My Body Is Made Of Swords Novels & Stories

"They're the ones who made your sword." "Okay about my sword—my mother said the blade was unlike anything she'd ever seen, but I can't figure out what's so special about it," I say. She smirks. "Your sword is like mine. It's blade will capture energy from the souls of the people it kills. The more you use it, the more powerful it becomes." I gape at her. "My gods that insane, there's no way—that's impossible," I mutter. "Well you better start believing that nothing is impossible, otherwise you're going to constantly be surprised," she grins.

I open my eyes, only to discover that the sword I am wielding has now turned golden. All the runes that were used to decorate its body are now glowing brightly, while the light reflects all over the room. I jump high with all my might, raising the sword with both hands. I let out a great battle cry and brought down the weapons with all the power I could muster. I could feel something bubbling up inside my stomach, and something started staring up from the depths of my heart. It is like my body is on fire. I could feel my whole body shivering as the strange things took control of my body.

The hilt of the sword burned his palm unbearably and pricked his fingers. It was not silver, but the energy of the objects fused into the blade spread along the entire length of the sword. Vic hissed in pain and cursed through clenched teeth, but did not let go of his weapon. The very first blow of the modified sword not only repulsed the alien blade, but also slid through the enemy’s weapon with energy lightning and dug into his body. The dead man unclenched his fingers in bewilderment and shook all over. Vic did not wait for what would happen next and cut his body in half, making it impossible to fight.

Blood boiled in his body, seeing her like this. He stretched out his empty hand, a sword made of an unknown metal appeared in his hand glowing in gold, surprising everyone. He swished the sword in Matilda's direction. The sword didn’t touch her, body but the wave created from the sword sliced her body into two. Blood splattered all over the room. He made her two slashed pieces fly all around the room, for everyone to see.

Probably brighter than any star or sun created. I inwardly curse myself and go back to pacing, planning and overthinking. And occasionly looking at the black slab, as the battle continues. Loss is what catches my eye the most; he's like his own army, moving fast, and cutting through weapons that are made of heavenly divine weapons while he uses devilcrafted swords and so forth. I catch myself more than once admiring the bulge of his biceps as his body tenses and then braces itself against the opponents attacks, how one swipe of a sword shreds his shirt, and I can see the way his upper torso is muscled.

Nonetheless, the latter shrugged the injuries off nonchalantly and charged at Dillon once more. “Mortal Sword!” Dillon focused his whole strength on his white sword. When the glow of his sword was swept at his enemy, it vibrated violently and let out an endless roar, creating a deep crack in the ground. The man chose not to dodge the final slash. As a result, the sword’s glow sliced through his body and shattered the general armor that he was wearing, thus revealing his body. His muscles were not the same as normal people’s because they appeared to be black and charred. It was very bizarre to see an actual human being looking like that,

The steel gleams bit by bit, and the sight of it shining back at me makes my chest tighten. “Perfect,” I gasp. “You’re… perfect.” This is why they cast me out. Not because I can’t make steel sing, but because I make myself sing along with it. Other smiths don’t understand it. They say a sword’s just a tool. Steel, hilt, edge, done. But I can’t see it that way. Every sword has a body. Every body has a soul. And when I touch it, shape it, grind it down and bring it back sharper, hah, I lose myself.

She wasnt athletic or sporty; she panted and heaved deeply after any strenous exercise, which further alienated kids from her because who wanted to be friends with the ‘lazy, fat girl’? It was not until she had collapsed from a routine sports activity that the problem with her heart was discovered. Series of tests were carried out and it was determined that she would require a major surgical operation to survive. At that point, Amber became indifferent, she reckoned that she would simply become the ‘fat,lazy, sick girl’. She was ready for the anomaly to take her life, after all, there wasn't much she had to live for. The government however, tried their best to keep her alive until her sevent

And shortly after he pulled the covers over his head, he fell asleep. In his room, Roman sat broodingly on his pillow, still the same position. He picked up the light sword and looked at it. It was easy to hold, and the steel of the perfectly forged blade, folded a thousand times, was so sharp that you hardly felt any resistance as it slid through flesh and bone. Yes it was a weapon, a tool of war that brought death and ruin! So gorgeous and beautiful, but at the same time so cruel and uncompromising. Roman ran the blade slowly through the air. The sword was like a part of his body, his extended arm, and how many times had he dipped it in the blood of the enemy, wetted the blade with it! How

I just needed to ensure that I remain light on my feet although I was scared that she might break the sword with hers because they looked too light and so flimsy that I was worried about their survival. “Don’t worry, they will make it through. The swords are strong and light for easy use, it is a very fine sword.” Orel said from behind me as I jumped up and away from the sword before I did something stupid like show my husband that I could cut myself open with the swords which he brought for me all because I was not expecting to hear his voice behind me. “Don’t do that again.” I said putting my hand to my chest to calm my racing heart.