My Sword Vs Your Dagger Novels & Stories

They all seemed on edge almost like they were waiting for something to happen, especially the vampires, as most of them stood around the barricade that led into the arena where the fight was going on. Using all the speed he could muster with only a tiny bit to spare, Kal dashed forward, swinging his sword out in front of him. It was a long silver sword that glinted harshly in the sun, but the moment it clashed with that of Sir Mallum, Kal instantly knew that Malik’s sword was much more deadly to him. It seemed to be coated in silver, irrespective of the dull properties the sword would have. In sir Mallum’s hand was a broadsword which he effortlessly swung almost like it was a pencil, and not

“You ladies have a score to settle?” It was Sara that responded. “That we do,” she said, unsheathing her sword. It … it looked more like a cleaver. A wicked looking band of metal that was nearly a full hand wide and almost as long as my waste. Compared to that, my dagger felt pitifully lacking. Sara, it seems, had come prepared to kill me. Inside of me, I felt my wolf awaken with curiosity. “You're going to regret this, but it will be … instructive.”

"I can't wait to have her again, brother. You took her from me and now that the Gods have given me second chance to have her again, I will not waste it by letting you take her away from me again." Dagger slipped from his long sleeve and in a blink of an eye, he threw it to Adam. Adam dodge the sharp knife and drew out his sword. He growled loudly as he leap to him, creating sword fight between them as their wolves too was in war with each other.

“Shorter.” A dagger. The word hangs unspoken in the air. “What kind of dagger?” Aven asks. Sybil’s brow furrows as the image sharpens in her mind. “Old,” she says slowly. “Very old. The metal is dark. The edge is chipped in places from its use.” Her eyes flicker. “..but it’s sharper than any blade I’ve ever felt.” I glance at Luther. He whistles quietly. “Sounds friendly.” Sybil’s expression doesn’t change.

With a focused gaze, I surveyed the array of armaments, selecting the ones that would serve me best in the upcoming battle. My fingers wrapped around the hilt of my trusted silver dagger, its weight reassuring in my hand. The blade, honed to perfection, gleamed with a lethal allure, a symbol of protection and strength. I fastened it securely to my belt, within easy reach, a constant reminder of the dangers that awaited.

He lunges back several feet and swings the sword. I duck at the last possible second, gasping. “HEY!” “Fae prefer swordplay. It’s more regal to them. More sophisticated.” He points the tip at my chest before skillfully swinging it to rest at his side. “I don’t know how to use a sword,” I counter. “Nor a spear, I noticed, after that sloppy show in the Culling.” “I killed that man!” “Barely. Had you not taken a breath–” “How close were you watching?–”

The massive silver sword that craft with a long dragon wrapped its body along the handler appeared in the air and floated just next to his hand. His own battle began. He unsheathed his sword and the scabbard disappeared. “Let’s play to our hearts’ contains, yeah?” On the other hand, Samuel was elegantly and efficiently cutting down the necks of his enemies in complete contrast to Ryuzaki's expectation. The werebears, werelions, and soldiers running into him didn’t even have a chance to scream before their breaths were cut short. SLICE! When Samuel’s dancing with his sword, another enemy lost their heads at the speed of lightning.

He said. I went around and I liked the daggers. They were small, easy to conceal and very dangerous if used rightly. I took two of them and another sword caught my attention. I picked it up and it was lighter than the one Arden is sharpening. I swung it around and I really like how it didn’t slow me down with its weight. I dropped it and I used the opportunity to find an armor. I went through all of them but they didn’t seem to fit.

"We'll find our own time." Under cover of darkness, Rei signalled for Minos to attack on three. Rei pulled out one of his daggers and pointed towards the shorter, injured drow. Minos, however, signed that he didn't have a dagger on him, and gestured towards his sword. Rei shook his head, Minos agreed. Drawing a sword from its sheath is too noisy for the stealthy approach they're trying to pull off. Rei grabbed another dagger and tossed it towards Minos. The young noble tried to catch it but his hand hit the edge of a table and the dagger clattered on the floor.

Michael than put the dagger they planned to kill the survivor with on the table "There is only one dagger like this and it belongs to the underworld and unless you get permission you will not be able to touch it, this is the soul keeper once stabbed with it your soul will be enslaved to the one who uses it "I see..." "what we can do now is Wait for the survivor to wake up and see if my investigation is correct and you can also meanwhile interrogate the assassins from the dungeon"