Nico Sword Novels & Stories

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.

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.

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.

The air pressure in the aisle shifted, becoming heavy. The scent of sandalwood drifted around the corner, overpowering the smell of old papers. I scrambled to my feet, backing up until my spine hit the cold glass of the window. Nico stepped into the aisle. He had removed his suit jacket. His white dress shirt was unbuttoned at the collar, the sleeves rolled up to reveal forearms corded with muscle and inked with black tattoos, vines and thorns twisting around a dagger. He didn't look like a student. He looked like an executioner on his lunch break.

"You want something to drink?" "Water," Nico said too fast. "Cold, please." Lucas opened the fridge and passed him a bottle. Nico took it, his fingers brushing Lucas’s. He nearly dropped it. Lucas sat across from him, watching. "I haven’t heard from Vincenzo either," he said. "Believe me. If I had, you would know." Nico nodded. Then stood up, pacing a little. "I just... hate not knowing. Noel’s not just some guy. He’s... he’s my person."

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.”

"Motorcycles, mainly. You'd be surprised how many of your type have taken up riding as a hobby." "My type?" Nico raised an eyebrow, amusement dancing in his dark eyes. "You know," I gestured vaguely at his expensive clothes, the commanding way he carried himself. "Corporate. Polished." He laughed then, a genuine sound that softened his features. "You might be surprised," Nico said, rolling up his sleeve to reveal a nasty burn scar on his forearm. "I earned this in a kitchen, not a boardroom."