Nico Sword Novels & Stories

“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.”

"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.

⸻ 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.”

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 for air, turning over onto my back. Nico stood over me, his leather coat open, his mouth smeared with blood where I'd cut his lip earlier. He looked like the cold-blooded executioner he was born to be. "I tried to tell you to keep your mouth shut, Vescari," Nico growled. "I don't take directions well," I rasped, wiping the blood off my cheek. He reached down, grabbing the collar of my jacket, and hauled me up over his shoulder like a sack of dirty laundry. My head dangled near his belt line, giving me a front-row view of his heavy holster and tactical knife.

His hand precisely caught it without moving a step from where he stood. Just by looking at it, is that a… sheathed sword? He's holding a silver weapon? According to Dad's journals, anything silver will burn the werewolves. But he's impossibly holding one? The blade scraped against the sheath as he pushed the hilt with his thumb, “Nicolette Oliveros, can you dance?” his face was torn off by his half wicked smirk, showing half of his teeth. My jaw stiffened, clutching on the edge of his suit until my knuckles turned white, “what the fucking hell is wrong with you, James?” My voice vibrated against my tightly clamped teeth, forcing the words out of my mouth.

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.

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.