Sasuke Sword Name Novels & Stories

They were waiting for Qin Haodong's order to kill them all. Yagyuu Waakam who had seen Yagyuu Hirai cut off Yagyuu Yoshida's arm, scolded him angrily, "Young Master, are you crazy? How can you hurt your people?" Yagyuu Hirai raised his hand and wiped his face. Then, he smiled at Yagyuu Waaka, showing his shiny teeth as he said, "Allow me to introduce myself. I'm Sword, a ninth-level bodyguard from Daddy Security Company. I'm not your stupid young master."

"Yamato…" "Was that hard? I'm sorry, but there is no help for you. No one has survived my move." Sasaki walked down the road. Something was troubling him. Yamato, he thought. It's been a long time, since I heard that name. They call him the sword master. We shall see. He was never my equal. He never will be. He lifted the sword to his back, replaced the position of the sword. He had a smile on his face that went from ear to ear. None of them are a match for him. It will be easy.

He needed to end this, and quickly, lest Mika take advantage and win. Boro closed his eyes and opened his mind, he was the void. He felt the air stir as Mika moved in to capitalize on this moment, thinking Boro had given up. He was dead wrong, Boro felt the blade move through the rising daylight, and moved his body almost as if on its own, without thought, acting on pure instinct. His blade, the same type of single edged sword his father had used, the one that he had named Honor, moved as if to block Mika's but instead he ducked, and moved around it, weaving under the path of the blade, and at the last second he turned his own so that the flat of it struck Mika on his wrist, breaking it clea

Even though things had changed so much, I was still terrified to return there. I was a wanted fugitive, ordered to be killed the moment she is caught but I've managed to survive until now. Now, I head back for the home that rejected me, willingly. The door opened and Sansa walked in, she was holding a sword apart from hers. She sat down and handed it out to me. “What? You want me to have that? But it looks special, I possibly shouldn't..” “Take it.” She insisted and I took it reluctantly.. The sword was unlike any blade I have ever seen. It was a long blade of polished steel with faint blue veins running through it, a brown leather grip wrapped tightly around the hilt, and a name initials en

That would make it even more precious. Wuhlricht turned around, looked at Severin with a slightly complicated expression, and said, "See you in a year!" He then flew straight forward and disappeared into the night. "I'm still shocked that this a flying sword! Haha! This is great!" After Wuhlricht left, Severin waved his palm and took out the flying sword again. He placed a drop of his blood on it to let it know that he was its owner, and he soon learned its name—the Blood Fiend Sword. It was a name full of character and domineeringness.

It was a majestic weapon. Eryndor’s eyes widened. “NightSword.”

If Cayden and I had just stopped in to say hi, she would have come and given me a hug, but much like my father, she differentiates between her daughter Scarlett and her Alpha Scarlett. “Alpha Scarlett, Beta Cayden. Is everything okay?” She asks, her big green eyes wide with concern and her chocolate brown hair still slightly damp from a shower. It’s like looking into a mirror and seeing my future self. And I’ll tell you, I could do a lot worse. My mother still turns heads and is still a beast on the sparring fields. I’ve never seen her in an actual battle, but I have no doubt she can still kickass.

“No! You are wrong, I was yours… what am I even saying? I was never yours, and I will never—” My words died down as I felt his lips impossibly close to mine the anger in his eyes hardening making fear and panic clog me. “You’re testing me Lyra! I am very possessive of my belongings, I won’t have anyone messing with them. If anyone has a death wish, then I dare him to as much as stare at you, I won’t hesitate to end lives.” He states with pure menace. “I am not afraid of you Sage, I have never been and we both know that,” I say inaudibly.

"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.

“KRISS!!” Extremely bewildered, he turned to the direction of the sound, it was opposite from the tree. If he followed it, he would lose his way back but- “Zadicus?” Pondering, he couldn’t understand why Zadicus was calling him. “Kriss!” Another sound came and curiosity got the best of him as he ran towards the source of voice, drawing his sword out finally. His title was named after his sword, White Death, the strongest, whitest and purest form of materialized sword to exist ever.