Nico Sword Novels & Stories

The light glisten on the tip of the sharp sword. The dark windowless room with only the light of the chandelier make the room gloomy and the old dust around the floor made their vision slightly blurry. Nico gave a grief stricken from. He drops his coat and place the moonstone deep in his pocket. Adam enters the room and stood in front of his guards. His eyes was staring at Nico shockingly. “What the hell is going on here? Nico, what are you doing? What happen to your wound?” Nico bit his lip. He was scared to speak.

I kept mine steady. “You want this?” he asked finally. “No,” I whispered. “But I need it.” It was the truth. And needing it… that meant I was already gone. Already changed. Nico moved first. Without a word, he picked up the knife from the coffee table. He twirled it once through his fingers before offering it to me, hilt-first. “Then let’s start with how to make someone bleed without making a sound.” They didn’t treat me like I was glass.

Nico walked over to me and held out his hand. The glint of the knife caught my attention and I looked up at him questioningly, even though I knew what he was saying. He gestured toward the knife. “This is your revenge to take, little pet.” I bit down on my lip as I reached for the knife. I expected it to feel heavy in my hand, but it didn’t. It felt light yet cold and hard. Kind of like me on the inside. Nico helped me up, my legs trembling beneath me. Whether it was the meds or shock, I didn’t know, but I was weak, my anger the only thing that strengthened me enough to stand up straight with the support of Nico arm around my waist.

He walked towards me, grabs me by the arm and hugged me tightly. “Destiny, please come back” I heard him crying. “Hikaru…” I returned his hug and rest my head on his shoulder. As he wipes his tears from his face, he apologizes. He sat down again, his head was looking at the ground. “You’ve inherited Destiny’s sword, might as well have her throne.” “NO” I shortly replied, he looked at me. “And never ever!” an angry voice was heard. Hikaru stood up in surprise, I was still holding the sword. On the staircase stands, Aiomi.

The President shrugged before pulling out a small knife hidden between the jogger and his waist and threw it on the headboard of the car before relaxing back in his seat, "I promise you that wasn't for Alessandro. I incidentally had it in there." Noah snatched the instrument, scrutinizing it; alarm stomped on his face, "Boss, isn't this a scalpel?" Nico threw the hoodie over his head, "Is it?" He laughed nervously, "It's hard to tell the difference sometimes," Cursing under his breath, Noah asked, "Any other weapon you think I should have?" Raising both hands, Nico gave a half-shrug, "As you said, we can't kill Alessandro. This is a crucial time to draw attention to us."

The boy brandished the sword at Nicolette, point still trained on her as she moved. "Oh, you're just a pup, aren't you? Hey, now, it's okay." She soothed in that way of hers, friendly and meek, lacing and unlacing her fingers together. Like she hadn't killed two high-standing soldiers of an enemy pack. "I know this looks bad, but we really mean you no harm! My name's Nicolette. Would you please tell me your name?" "I—" He swallowed, looking like he was on the verge of tears. His brother was haggardly breathing; the blood had slowed with each waning breath.

“You don’t have to tag along.” I snorted. “Oh, I think I do. Don’t worry, Nicolette,” I assured her, lifting a hand in surrender when she scowled, all the while, deliberately hiding my other hand—which held my sword—behind my back. “I won’t hurt your man.” “You already made him bleed,” she growled, tossing me a vulgar gesture. I chuckled, amused by her protective instinct. “That was a freebie. He’ll have to work for the next one.”

“That’s the big idea.” Sasha snorted. “Uncle Zay, did you get him from a biker gang or a Marvel movie?” Nico smirked. “Biker gang. Definitely a biker gang.” Sasha pointed to his dog tags. “Nice jewelry,” He raised an eyebrow. “It helps me pick up women. Women love a man who's been in the military.” I chuckled. Okay, I had a pretty dreary image on who Nico was, and he just seemed like a chill guy who had been in the military.

I stood at Alessia’s back, and the male stood up suddenly. “Hello Anya.” he beamed. He was really cute. Does Vincenzo only have cute people around him? I tilted my head “How do you know my name?” “The guys told me. I am Nico. Nice to meet you.” he smiled. He looked playful and boyish and a little younger than the rest guys. Alessia tugged my shirt and I turned to look at her. “He is Nico, I and Vince's adopted brother. He may look playful, but he is a skilled assassin and a fucking asshole.”

Ivory’s eyes widened in surprise as she took another look at his sword, she didn’t reply Anita as she was still a little angry. ‘If you had the sword all along why didn’t you attack’ Alfred asked angrily. ‘I’m a healer not a fighter, my job is to heal your injuries not battle’ indigo answered putting his sword in his sheath. ‘Then you could have given one of us your sword to kill that thing’ Nara said huffing. ‘My sword…sorry but one of my bottom lines is touching my sword’ indigo replies then leaves to go retrieve his bag. ‘What’s so special about a sword’ Chevy says angrily.