Nico Sword 소설 & 이야기

"Nicole was derived from the Greek, masculine name Nicolas." "You're smart." She flashed me a smile. "Is this thing about Nicolas being a biblical name true?" "Uhm," I said, heart racing for reasons best known to no one. "Yes, he was chosen by the multitude of the disciples to be one of the first seven ecclesiastics, and he was ordained by the apostles in the book of Acts chapter six verse five." "Ecclesiastics?" "Deacons." "Smart, I like you." She wore an expression of tenderness.

says an aristocrat " Oh how I wish I could see it too" *giggle* " Oh my I didn't know you like such things" at Celeus amused question the rest of the room also started laughing " Of course, who wouldn't want to see that?" the rest of them agreed Celeus than stood up from his chair and put a big smile on his face " why didn't you say so from the start ofcourse I can help you with that" " Haha really?" " But ofcourse" Celeaus than took out his sword and cut the aristocrat's head off

"Think about it, the name Kopis is ancient Greece for a knife and it's no coincidence that your name..." "... Is Blade." I finished for her as I began thinking about it. "If this is in anyway true, that means I'm cursed." "Yeah!" She said. "You are." My heart crashed as somehow, I had been hoping that this bloodlust thing would go away and I could try to have a normal life again.

The woman was none other than Dani. He read the article and saw that flecks of silver had been found in the gash the sword had made. The only person he knew who had a silver sword was Nadine. Nick was disappointed in himself for actually siding with her. He had brought her into the pack, and she had killed his members in return. Nick was fuming with rage, before he discarded the idea of Nadine killing Dani. He remembered that Nadine's sword had a silver hilt, so there was no way she'd have weld it.

Nico skidded around a corner, nearly colliding with two guards who were dragging the bloodied body of one of their own. “Where is he?” Nico growled. “The Alpha’s chambers,” one answered, voice shaking. “He’s breached the door. He has the weapon.” The weapon. Powered by the sacred jewel. Ancient. Forbidden. Aegon couldn’t touch it, not directly not unless he wanted to die. Kane would know that, would stop him if he tried. Nico didn’t wait. He sprinted up the final flight of stairs, weaving between bodies and debris. He could hear the distant sounds of fighting. Screeches of agony. A woman’s sob. And then.....

I follow her line of sight to see and a big frame with every size of dagger lined up on it. “Ah that’s my collection, I get one every time I find a good one.” Nico said, sounding proud of his accomplishment. Guess Ava will totally like him now, she herself always buys them for herself and me whenever she goes out to which the credit goes to her uncle, Who got her into this stuff. “I don’t see a Russian blade here.” Ava asked curiously, to which Nico’s smile turned upside down, “I had one but lost it during one of my jobs.”

Boro and Mika stood in the sand circle as the two finalists. The animosity between the two was so thick in the air it was almost palpable. Boro stood in the ready form, Crane In The Water, standing perfectly balanced on one leg, his sword held out before him. Mika stood in a form that Boro didn't recognize. Boro prided himself on knowing all the forms of classical, and modern, sword art, the fact he didn't recognize this one was puzzling.

But he also understood it. He gave a small, resigned nod. The ritual began. Two combatants. No weapons. Only fists, blood, and the truth of legacy. They cleared the chamber’s center, torches flaring higher. Niccolo stepped forward, stripping off his coat. He was built like a boulder—thick arms, brutal scars, a nose broken more times than Sophia could count. A born killer. “You sure about this, princess?” he sneered. She pulled off her jacket and kicked off her boots. “I’m not a princess. I’m your reckoning.”

Before he can finish his sentence, Nick pulls out his sword, and the gleam of the sword and Nick's crazy face comes straight at him. "Watch out!" I immediately leaned over Kral's shoulder, spinning to expose my back to Nick's sword. The sharp wind of the sword was like an invisible whip whipping my back. I bit my lip, waiting for the pain I expected. “bang” “I think,” Karal said, holding me with one hand and drawing a long knife with the other to block Nick's onslaught, as he slowly lowered me to the ground under Nick's angry eyes. “You have no right to talk to me!” Kral burst out, his voice full of malice, flinging Nick's sword.

And that smile, fuck. Nico was colder, quieter. He has Light hair shaved at the sides, green eyes, and a. His body was lean but lethal. He was nice to look at, that's for sure. They didn’t look at me that first day. But God, I couldn’t stop looking at them. And tonight? Tonight was worse. Because tonight Jordan actually noticed me.