Nico Sword นิยาย & เรื่องราว

“I should kill him for the way he looks at you.” “You won’t,” I whispered back. “Because right now he’s the best weapon we have, and he only answers to me.” Dante’s jaw worked, but he didn’t argue. He knew the truth: Nico’s twisted devotion was a blade that cut both ways, and I was the only hand steady enough to wield it. Nico turned to leave, already on the phone in rapid Italian, flawless Russian; Voronin on the other end. Before he reached the door he paused, glanced back at me one last time.

he slaps a hand on my shoulder. I look at his hand and grit my teeth. “Remove your hand.” Nico clears his throat, “He doesn’t like being touched,” he chuckles. I know he must have seen someone reach for their gun. I can hear the slight nervousness in his tone. Nico is a tough guy. He is a good shot, not as good as me, but close. Fighting is his specialty but this many men will make it tough. I try to put him at ease and take a deep breath before I lose it and break Orlando’s hand. “I need to know where you think she will be.”

Alpha Nicholas notices it too as he stands and puts me behind him, shielding me from whoever is coming. Until a rushing, Alpha Antonio appeared in front of us. His hands are carefully holding the sword as he flashes a victorious smile. “ I got it,” he muttered. Alpha Nicholas help me from rosing to my own feet. “ You got what?” I asked, curious about his reactions. “This sword, its purpose,” he said, waving the sword infront of us. The light of the moon and the shadow of the flame reflects into its shiny metal frame making a rather golden orange combination of the silhouette.

I gasped. Though his head didn’t move, I felt his eyes on me for a second, then he dragged the blade out just as mercilessly as he stuck it in. A single look was enough to convey his thought because the next moment his men were moving, they dragged the intruders out of the room heading in the direction of the study. Glaring at the floor, Niko wipes the bloody blade on the sleeves of his jacket, then the blade disappears into his sleeve, where he likely strapped the sheath to his wrist. It seems I was the only one who didn’t think to come armed.

It would take him less then a second to come out of this if he pulled his claws out. However his strict orders were never to reveal himself to her. Seeing the last set of joggers pass by, Kavyaa then pulled out her only secret weapon she kept on her. Nico was stunned, when she cut him loose, with a rather sharp looking pocket knife, and freeing of him of the vine around his ankle. "Mia, you shouldn't be carrying a pocket knife around like that." Nico said looking back at the sharp looking blade. He went to grab it off her but this time Kavyaa refused to hand it over to him.

It wasn’t easy fighting, he’d give to it he's a good fighter. He looked back at them to see Elliot, hit Luciano’s hand making his sword fall and kicked him to the ground. “You are no match for me Luciano, you should know that.” Nikolai’s eyes widened as he raised his sword high, obviously to drive it into Luciano’s chest. “See you on the other side of the world, lad.” He smirked, ready to stab him, but then an arrow flew from the door right into his chest, giving Luciano a chance to escape.

My chest tingled and Vines shot from the ground this time they wrapped Nico in a protective case so the wolves and beasts couldn't get to him, then they acted like spears and shot through any of the beast or wolves that came anywhere near Nico. Me and Arizer try and make our way to Nico, the vines seem to be clearing a path to him for us. We get there and I call out "Nico?" no reply Shit "Nico are you ok?" Then all of a sudden there is a low roar and a tearing sound and the vines surrounding Nico break apart and Nico jumps into the fight with a vengence. We take down the rest of the beast and wolves until it was just the good guys left.

He has his arm wrapped around Sam’s neck and a silver knife held to his throat. A growl leaves Nico’s chest as he rips the knife across Sam’s throat. Sam’s blood sprays from his neck, coating the ground in front of him. His eyes are plastered open wide as Nico lets go of his body. Sam falls to his knees before landing face-first in a puddle of his own blood. “My son has returned,” Nico laughs as roves of warriors come out of the shadows. Nico spreads his arms open wide and walks toward me. “And you have brought me an army.”

⸻ Alessio remained still. Nico stepped forward immediately. “This is insanity.” ⸻ Lucien ignored him. ⸻ “Unless…” He smiled. “…you’re afraid.” ⸻ Alessio slowly removed his tuxedo jacket. Handed it to Nico. Rolled back his sleeves. Then calmly walked toward the second sword. ⸻ Seraphina grabbed his wrist. “No.” ⸻ He looked at her. ⸻ “If you fight him…” ⸻ “I have to.”

“You got a knife on you, Nico?” I offer up a switchblade, and Christian calmly, clinically cuts a long vertical line down his wrist, filling up the empty wine glass on the nightstand. “You want to drink it straight, or do you want me to mix you up a nice cocktail first to make it more palatable?” “Quit yanking my chain.”