My Sword Vs Your Dagger Novels & Stories

“You are the one who will be playing with the toys not me. You need to learn how to fight with a dagger and a sword. So, you can practice with these. I do not really want to fight you when a bloody silver sword. I would like to live” I walked over and picked up one of the daggers. I expected it to feel like a children’s toy, but it was the same weight as the silver daggers I have. “They weigh the same as the daggers I bought” “Of course, they do. They are made to feel like the same thing. Only they won’t kill or seriously harm your opponent”

Kyra's POV Mark's sharp eyes met my casual and smiling ones as he stood in a confident stance, holding his twin swords in each hand. Both swords were the opposite of each other; one was slender and only as wide as two fingers. It was also long, and its tip was as pointed as a nail's. The other one was thicker and wider, almost as wide as two adults' palms placed together. It was shorter, and the tip was blunt. Both weapons might seem different, but they complement each other quite well. The blunt one only makes use of raw strength and defense, while the other focuses more on speed and agility, making it good for offense and support.

He said. “Why?” She didn't stop looking at him. “Demons aren't good with swords, they fight with daggers and axes. The way you handled your sword, it's…different.” He replied. “You didn't mention vampire, can I not be one?” She watched his lips as they moved.

Exactly as seen earlier in the castle. The sword. “What does that one do?” I asked, pointing to it. “It drinks blood. For anyone it kills, their blood is stored in the blade. You would try to always have a clothing between you and the hilt” That did not sound more beneficial than fairy dust. “So how useful would it be to protect me?” With only a smile, “very” Time to close the deal. “I have one silver coin” playing with the coins against my fingers. “Make it three and we have a deal”

Leon looked from the sideways and thought to himself, only morons would call it a sword because right now, no matter how many times he saw it, it was definitely a bat! Gray could feel his gaze and swing it a couple of times before he said, “I know why you’re here. Let’s spar!” Hearing those words, Leon couldn’t help, but smirk. As expected from his best friend, he could know it all, huh. He rummaged through a box in the living room and found a wooden dagger. Its state was also very poor, but it still way better than Gray’s. This wooden dagger had always been his favourite weapon inside the box. He’s still far from perfect, but one day, he really wanted to learn how to fully use this kind of

I ask, my voice a mere whisper but carrying the weight of the world. She nods firmly. “Ready,” she responds, her voice a soft murmur. Her hand lowers to her hip, where a dagger gleams in the moonlight, a silent promise of the dangers ahead. Instinctively, my hand falls to the hilt of my sword, its familiar weight a comfort.

I said, unsheathing my dagger from my pants strap. Rick turned to look at me and the shining dagger in my hand. He shrugged, a bit impressed. “A dagger is the last weapon you’d need in a battle. It’s like a spare—used when your enemy disarms you of every other weapon.” “Andrew says it’s easier to use and fits my stature,” I replied, though I was still mad at him, quoting him felt... too loyal. “True. The Alpha’s right. But what would you do if the enemy flings the dagger out of your grip?”

I don't wait for his reply or my father's protest, and move with speed to the direction the man disappeared to. Reaching what looks like the training field, I can't smell him. He can mask his scent too? He uses his luck by attacking me from behind but I feel him before his sword could touch me. True to Athena's words, he has a double-edged silver sword. I stretch my hand and mine appears. It sound amazing but in this situation, I rather was a human. The difference between the two swords is the silver wolf printed on mine. Both swords are glowing, meaning we both have a 50% chance of survival.

My head couldn't wrap Everything together when Max nudged me, Boeing his head which vividly means being ready to attack alongside with me. "Your sword is useless to them, you have to make use of your dagger stabbing directly in their heart." Eve said. "Why dagger? If stabbing directly in their heart is the only solution then I believe all swords will be able to kill them," I said thinking out of the box. Suddenly a blue circle surrounded us, emanating light that blinded the enemy before it vanished. Our swords and claws became the most dangerous weapon we have at the moment. We kept fighting, killing each and every one of them, out of anger I pulled out the heart of one and it didn't look li

I looked at the dark oil on Lucas’s blade. I leaned down and picked up a simple wooden shield. No crest. No history. Just oak and iron. My right hand found the hilt of a short sword. Balance was off. It was too light. "Die!" Lucas didn't wait for a signal. He lunged. The heavy broadsword whistled through the air. I stepped back, the tip of the steel missing my chest by an inch. He swung again. Horizontal. A decapitation strike. I ducked. The air from the blade ruffled my hair.