Novel & Cerita Rifle Sword

I noticed they had prepared their weapons by pointing them at me while waiting for the order to shoot. When I raised my hand, the lethal bully sword appeared. Bully them now, I said. I said nothing out loud. However, the rifles in their hands, which were Ak 47 and pump-action guns, melted and fell to the ground. They could detect the odor of a molten metal material.

He hadn’t done much with the room except for picking out bedding. The less there was the easier it would be for his mate to decorate. He took off his gun belt with twin .45 caliber revolvers with sandalwood grips and placed it on his nightstand, next he pulled his sword out of the sheath he kept hidden on his back under his coat. That sword was one of his prized possessions. It had been a gift when he completed his hunter trials from Ard’al. It was an immaculate silver sword with a carved wooden handle and intricate etching up the blade.

“Kevlar threaded with obsidian and moonstone. It won't stop a direct silver bullet, but it’ll slow it down enough for your healing to keep up.” “I’ll take it.” I also picked out a military-grade semi-automatic rifle with a modified long barrel and a scope. “Standard ammunition,” I told him. “I’m hunting humans tonight.” “And that.” I pointed to a retractable silver sword on the wall. The blade gleamed wickedly, etched with pulsing runes. Viktor whistled. “The Nightfang blade. Enchanted silver—cuts through supernatural flesh like butter. Twelve thousand.” “Sold.” I walked out with a duffel bag full of gear. If Tulcero wanted a war, I’d give them one they’d never forget.

Third Person's POV If his skills would improve, he could also help take some pressure off Adelaide. She picked up the last weapon. The sword had a dull, dark sheen. The hilt was made from a beast's skull, the guard was carved into a ferocious wolf's head, and the crossguard was embedded with a power-charged wolf-eye stone.

He lifted his right hand; a big black sword appeared firmly in his hand, accompanied by a crisp sound. The big black sword had a chilly aura, and it was a purple category weapon.

he continued. I just told him, "Whatever it is, I know you can get through it." He rose to his feet, blade still in hand. I have always noticed that sword with him, even when he was fighting with a rifle. This man is a deadly opponent since he knows how to employ a variety of weapons. When he saw me looking at his sword, he asked, "Do you want to try it?"

Instead of calling it a sword, I would say it resembled a large knife. The guild staff member gave the signal to start, and instantly Raleigh swiftly dashed towards me. I prepared myself, unsheathing my sword, Althea. This time, I only used one of my swords. *Clang! Our swords collided forcefully, locking in a diagonal position. Raleigh exerted all his strength, trying to push me with all his might. I admit he had a great source of power, evident from his large physique and muscles. But it was in vain because I could match him with the strong body bestowed upon me by the god, despite being slightly smaller than Raleigh.

She waved her right hand, sending the hair strands hurtling towards me. I vaulted backward, just as the rope vanished from my grasp. Swiftly, I drew both my hands to wield my pair of weapons – a road sabre slashing sword and a cutlass sword with a straight or slightly curved blade, sharpened to its keen edge. Memories of my childhood friend Apolo, a skilled swordsmith, flooded my mind. He had always favored this type of sword.

A long sword, two daggers, four short knives, two silver knuckle dusters in the shape of a wolf's paw, a sweet matte black shotgun and a small pen. “Sweeeeet,” I drawled and lifted the sword. It fit perfectly in my hand, like it was measured just for it. I swung it and it was everything I wanted. It was already in sync with me. I wasn't 100% perfect with my weaponry yet, but this gift already pushed me to work towards perfection. “I love them. I love them so much,” I cooed. Raven crossed his arms. “But they're silver, babe,” I commented.

Hidden on the back of the painting were two swords she had hidden sometime ago along with other swords everywhere in the palace for situation like this " ah" a sharp pain hit Celeas back " what is it now?" She tryed to put her hand on her back, when she felt something wet " blood" Celea couldn't understand what was going on but she couldn't stop now. She had people she needed to protect Celea took the swords and went outside with the hope to find a witch to teleport her on the battlefield and there she was Andrea " Andrea!" Celea called and the witch turned to face were the voice was coming from