Rifle Sword Novels & Stories

“That’s not how this works… how am I supposed to kill these things?” Before he could act again, the spectre’s arm shifted. A sword formed in its hand instantly, not growing or appearing gradually, but simply there, solid and defined in a way the rest of it wasn’t. Riley’s eyes narrowed as the difference registered. “So you can hit me…” The strike came without warning. Fast enough that he barely caught it, his blade snapping up to meet it, steel colliding with steel in a sharp impact that carried real force, sending a jolt through his arm that confirmed immediately what he hadn’t wanted to believe.

Raphael replied, "I do not plan to annihilate or conquer a race or anyone except Roosevelt, what I will do instead is forge an alliance between me and each race, just like the pact I want to propose to you, wolf." I demanded, "What pact exactly." He smirked, "Annihilating Roosevelt together, and serving me." Mars snapped, "You expect us to serve you? Who do you think you are?" Raphael gripped his sword, he looked seconds from unsheathing it, his fingers locked the hilt, I could witness frozen tendrils of mist bleeding out. "You nearly forced me to draw frostbite" So Raphael’s sword is called Frostbite Blade. The blade is long, straight, pale blue like glacier ice. It doesn’t shine. It drinks

A silver-trimmed cloak billowed behind her, offering an ethereal aura as she moved. Lana's eyes flickered over the arsenal of weapons laid out before her, each one meticulously chosen to aid her in the upcoming battle. A silver sword, its blade shimmering in the dim light, rested in a sheath at her side. Its hilt was adorned with intricate carvings depicting wolves in a fierce chase, symbolizing both her strength and her connection to her pack.

Hence, she was there. "I really want to know how to use a sword." Lucien moans like a puppy to Kohl. It seemed as though it was his daily imploring habit, Kohl quickly deflected his request. "You have the sharpest swords attached to your body and there are ten— no, twenty of them. You really want learn to wield a sword, Lucien?" The twenty year old Ralph asked Lucien who pouted at Kohl. "They're mine! I know how to use them, but fighting with a sword is much fun in my opinion! Can a master not respect my—"

“Oh my God…” Fighter muttered, eyes wide with disbelief as he took in the contents of the hidden room Raymond had just revealed. Weapons of all kinds filled the space—sleek modern rifles, rusted but deadly-looking blades, grenades, throwing knives, and even gear that looked like it belonged in a spy film. Raymond picked up a rifle and casually rested it on his shoulder, a grin tugging at the corners of his lips. “I might not be a licensed hunter,” he said smugly, “but I can guarantee I shoot better than half the ones on record.”

Madam Amelia asked. “My plan was to render her powers useless.” I diplomatically said. Though, as I did, I felt the copper dagger I had bought with me. The one I was going to stab into her heart. The real answer, yes, I was going to kill her daughter. Madam Amelia seemed to know this as she nodded her head at me.

"Sophie, are you even listening?" "Yes! Of course." A hell of a bloody no; his biceps and broad shoulders were more interesting, though. How would it feel if I ran my hands downward? Would he moan? Sage smirked. "I want you to remember that perhaps the most diverse and exotic types of swords are the Asian swords, which include straight, double-edged Chinese longswords (Jian) and single-edged Chinese sabers (Dao), as well as a myriad of other exotic weapons favored by martial artists the world over. See this?" Sage held the sword like it was his other hand, expertly and effortlessly. Impressive, though. He's been explaining it since forever, which bored her to death, yet all Sophie remembered

Even if they would still respond if the master only used their energy. Rion's sword was named Zephyr. The 'gentle breeze', even though the attack was not anything gentle at all. It was always deadly, but with the minimum wound. This is how Rion could show a little compassion to those who fell as his enemies. A quick, merciful death.

Richard had a massive smile on his face for days. Fitness was only a small part of her training. Richard taught her the basics of sword fighting. She could now block, attack and even sometimes hit Richard in practice. Her favourite was sword was the Rapier, a long, light sharp sword. It was quick to move around and it suited Jamie’s personality. But, Richard had demanded that she learned the slash-oriented such as the Broad Sword. Richard expertly showed in one session, that the Rapier’s weakness was when an opponent got past its point. Jamie could hardly say “Well, your 8 pack is distracting me a lot!” Every time Richard got close to her to show a new move, she had to hold her breath to sto

Secret weapon? Yang Xiao was stunned. He gripped his Dragonscale with one hand and stared at Katou Hui with great vigilance. But Katou Hui took the weapon out with a grim smile. It was a short sword with dragons and phoenixes carved on it. It was exquisite. "Is this the legendary dual slash?" Yang Xiao immediately thought of something. The Sword Dao of Japan was different from that of the Sky Country. The Sky Country usually had a strict distinction between sword and saber.