Savage Lynel Sword Novels & Stories

"You need to restore your energy before we breach Seline’s hideout." "We both do," Lyra replied softly, turning her head to look into his amber eyes. Without a word, Gideon unbuckled his sword belt, letting his heavy broadsword clatter against the stone floor before discarding his dark iron chestpiece. Lyra unclasped her cloak and daggers, setting them atop her folded gear.

Limping but unyielding, he lunged forward once more, his voice a thunderclap of rage. “You must die!” Each swing of his serrated blade came faster, more savage, forcing Li Min step by step backward until his spine struck the cold, unyielding wall. “Go to hell!” the bald man roared, raising his sword high overhead and bringing it down in a devastating arc, intent on cleaving Li Min in two. Once more, Li Min’s blade rose in desperate defense. Steel met steel with a crash so loud it split the silence of the square. The two swords locked, forming a cross that trembled beneath the weight of murderous force.

Dax sighed as he said, “This is about Mathew, the son of Crystal, the partner of my brother. As we all know, after Donald and Crystal were dead, Crystal's pack was merged with my pack and I was made the alpha of both the packs but now Mathew has returned and he says that he wants his pack back, and not just that he has also made threatening remarks. And has even tried to attack the pack once. Not just that Mathew has even asked around for my niece Raina, and the concerning thing is that even I don’t know where Raina is, please I want your help to save my pack and also my niece.” Before anyone could say anything Luke spoke, “We will help you, you don’t have to worry, I will look for your niec

I caught her with such relief, finally feeling her in my arms at last. I looked at my father and chuckled. “I love you, mate. I’ll protect you.” “I’m—sorry—Justin—” She flinched, a sharp and overwhelming sensation breaking down my spine. I pushed her away, Randy’s wolf at my helm when I fell backwards, his teeth plucking a knife out of the back of my body. He dropped the silver knife, covered in a poison-tainted blade. Helen backed up to my father’s side, falling at his feet in utter and complete submission.

VIKTOR “Please!” I screamed, my knees slamming into the stone as the blade hovered above the baby’s neck. The cold metal shook, trembling with the weight of death. The baby’s shrill cry tore through the air, slicing me open from the inside. My heir. My blood. “Stop,” I choked, my voice breaking. “Please.” But my pleas were denied. The sword came down with a sickening thump against her tiny neck. Blood sprayed warm across my hands. The taste of iron filled my mouth as I screamed again. And again. And again.

"He's been here." Damon's eyes narrowed. "Are you sure?" he asked. I nodded. "Positive. I'd recognize his scent anywhere." Damon nodded, his eyes scanning around. Within me, I could feel my wolf growl in eagerness—an eagerness to catch Sylvester. Sylvester is a strong wolf who had always terrorize other packs, looting and plundering. Building an army of radical rogues.

Exactly as seen earlier in the castle. The sword. “What does that one do?” I asked, pointing to it. “It drinks blood. For anyone it kills, their blood is stored in the blade. You would try to always have a clothing between you and the hilt” That did not sound more beneficial than fairy dust. “So how useful would it be to protect me?” With only a smile, “very” Time to close the deal. “I have one silver coin” playing with the coins against my fingers. “Make it three and we have a deal”

It was so hard, no one would sit on it for a minute. This mate of hers really enjoyed her suffering. But she was glad he had time for games, unlike the earlier weeks where he looked like he’d die. The silver sword used on him was raw silver, unlike some swords that had only pigments of silver. It was a werewolf killer. He didn’t still know what Princess Lena wanted him for, but he guessed it's related to his father taking away his mate from them years back. “So, are you really sure that the rest of your pack are beyond the three seas?” Lydia placed a soft cloth on the boulder, and sat on it.

Theo drag his body out of the stream to shore and laid back making the huffing sound. It was Theo first battle, and it was the hardest battle of all, and as well as Theo regret not bringing his sword, because it would be a little bit easy, with the black sword, over time during the practices, Theo notice that the black sword was too sharp, and feel regretted and thankful for the person who sold it without knowing anything.

“This is another trump card that I trained with. It was hard to train, but now it's finally obeying my commands." Moving faster than Asher expected for his petite student, Evelyn slammed the sword into Asher’s side. The Laera's hand to hand combat master cried out in pain. “This is a special sword, Master. It doesn’t just slice, it shreds. And it also absorbs some of your magic.” Evelyn swung again, throwing Asher into the air. "Screw this, Soph! I am not going to watch here anymore!" Jennifer shouted as she moved past Sophia. "Jenny!" Sophia called out.