Nico Sword นิยาย & เรื่องราว

Therefore, usually a sword spirit only had one owner and vice versa. "Where is your sword?" Ludriev asked. "Ah, I leave it in my house. I don't need to carry it around in our own home, do I?" "Yes, you do. What if there's an attack? You are too reckless." "Didn't I have the strongest sword master with me right now? Who would have the gut or is foolish enough to attack?" Ludriev used the hilt of her sword to jab him. "Stop that." "Yeah, ok." Rion grimaced in pain and rubbed his side. "But the name Goddess of War really suits you. Honest!"

His younger brother. In his peripheral vision, Nicholai saw Elvious movement. On its hand, a red sword appeared. Nicholai new that sword, the sword of Elious. A sword that can takes away someone's ability for eternity. In a quick motion, Elvious appeared just infront of Nathaniel, Elious sword on hand barreling towards Nathaniel's body. But before it hit Nathaniel, someone blocked it from there.

“In the men's bathroom, and I never should have let her get away.” “Fascinating.” Nico comments in English, laughing for a bit. “You have peculiar taste Kline.” “Her, only her.” he retorts, using English too. They continue to speak, but this time Caelum gives me some attention, bringing me closer to him. I stay silent, scrolling my I*******m comment section, but I still catch every word Nico and Caelum speak, with my brain auto translating them to English. Most of their conversation is in third person, I've learnt Nico is a distant cousin of his and he trades weapons as well as buys women then recruits them into stripping as a reform.

Fear of loss slowly crept into my heart again. "What's happening? Are you alright?"I asked him and that's when I realised that blood was oozing from the sides above his waist and the wound had begun to turn slightly green. Poison… I was consumed with excitement when I laid my eyes on Nico that I forgot to check if he was alright. "Nico needs medical care as soon as possible. He has been stabbed by a poisonous sword which was meant for,"My father walked inside the room with doctors. "No,No"I shook my head in denial, not accepting what I had just heard from Dad. He just proved my suspicion.

“One hundred percent. I would have sliced her hand off before she even had the chance to transmit the charm. Your mistress was un-transmitted” “You mean your mistress?” “Anthonier you already know who I am talking about” “I do but at the same time I’m trying to lighten the weight of this situation, we need a break. It’s all coming too fast” I understood him perfectly. “In order not to divert the topic, what else did she say?” “With regard to the sword, she claims she was the only one who held onto it. In an attempt of self defense, it was the nearest she could grab and the only contact it made with the guard was when she stabbed him”

I giggle. “I heard you mention it to Nico once and filed it away for later use.” I tell him and he kisses my cheeks before returning to his seat and pulling out his gifts: A Microtech Jagdkommando knife and a Boker Swiss Dagger ‘Twisted Damascus’. Beautiful specimens in their own right. “Fuck that Jagdkommando looks deadly,” Nico remarks, then pulls out the gift with a frown. “A Porsche? I have two already,” He says and I flash him a smile.

A Russian mercenary, wearing a full black, vaulted over the table, he landed right in front of me, raising a combat knife. Nico was reloading but wasn't fast enough. The mercenary lunged. I threw my arm up without thinking The knife came down. The blade struck my forearm, but it didn't slice through skin. It hit the gold mesh, sparks flew as the steel skidded off the Kevlar-lined scales. The mercenary froze, confused. That second of confusion cost him his life. Nico didn't use his gun. He dropped the magazine, lunged forward, and grabbed the man’s throat with one hand. With the other, he drew a jagged combat knife from his boot.

I say. I’ve been mulling over this for the last few hours on the way back to Italy, and the only conclusion I have come up with is using Nico’s knowledge of war against Allessio. He stood alongside Dante as they fought the Muratori’s so long ago; he would know how to fight Allessio. Nico looks at me as if I’ve lost my mind. “How do you expect me to keep a level head when my wife and children are missing?” He asks.

I stared at her for a moment, before looking at every member of the crew, who were patiently waiting for my next action. “I want your thumb on the stone,” I said, coldly. “Why?” Nicole asked with terror in her eyes. “Because I need it,” I replied to her question. With shaking hands, Nicole placed her thumb on the stone and closed her eyes. I raised the sword on and cut off Nicole's thumb. Her screams filled the air and her blood gushed out, without stopping. “Gosh, how do you feel now?” Moxilla asked. “I feel good,” I said, and there was no lie.

So I’m sure as hell not going to sit around and let them debate whether I’m some kind of mafia spy. “Thanks, Bambi, you’re a real peach,” Nico says, his voice dry as he takes a step forward, deliberately not looking at my nearly naked body. But Christian just smacks a hand against Nico’s chest, stopping him in his tracks. “I’ll do this,” he snarls. “If you insist on being ridiculous.” Nico readily offers the wand. “Be my guest.”