Savage Lynel Sword Novels & Stories

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.

"Battle raged on across the continent, until finally, Markelus faced off with Eon. He drove his sword to the tyrant's heart, and killed him. Henceforth he became known as the Godslayer, and his weapon, the-" "Sword of the Godslayer." Minos swung his arms sidewards, like a musician that just delivered a heartwarming ballad. "So you're not really after my father, you're after the sword." "Yes." "You could have just said that." "Where's the fun in that?" "The only one who had fun in this room was you." Cassana glanced at Rei, who gave her an affirmative nod. "I hope you're not planning to be a bard, because you are terrible at it."

“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.

"I had found you, finally! I am not about to let you go." “Well, that’s that, then! But Lydia will be leaving this room with me." An alien voice threatened. It was familiar yet unrecognizable. I felt like I knew the person yet I couldn't place exactly who it was. I turned to see it was and my jaw almost dropped. The man was lean. His eyes implied he was a Nightshade werewolf and the familiar sword dangling by his hips ignited memories. "How did you get in Elliot?" Vitale snapped.

Her intense gaze, hardened by countless battles, was tempered by her unwavering loyalty to Somerland. To Elysia's left stood Gareth Swordbane, widely feared and respected as the Sword Demon. He was a tall, imposing figure, his eyes sharp and deadly. Known for wielding a blade with unparalleled mastery, Gareth’s skill in swordsmanship was legendary, his reputation as a ruthless opponent striking fear into the hearts of all who dared challenge him. His sword, an ancient blade etched with runic symbols, was strapped across his back, and his eyes held a piercing focus that spoke of countless battles fought and won.

He tilted a brow in surprise and licked his lips, "Are you that desperate to kill him?" "You can't imagine how badly." His smirk broadened, "Okay then, you will have my support. I'll give you all the ammunition and back up needed." "I don't need ammunition, master. Something else." I grazed my hands up his shoulders and switched our places. He looked at my dangling breasts and forgot he had to say something. I continued, "Zach deserves a painful death. One that makes him bleed until his last breath." "I'll lend you my best swordsmen then. They will tear his hands and legs off his body. Then his head. They will bring you his heart so you can crush it under your foot."

She swung away and the sword hit the floor but before the ninja could retrieve her sword, she gave her a forceful kick on her side that sent her flying across the room, out to the temple. She ran after Maya, taking one of her swords that fell. As Maya rose with her sword, she swirled hers and moved forward, feet firm to the ground. They both charged at each other and when Maya threw her sword vertically, Lyne blocked it horizontally with hers. The ninja was close to her and she could feel her breath which smelled like dead meat just like Tina had said. Her purple eyes were staring at hers but fortunately, she isn't moved by her deadly glare. "You are nothing but a stupid Wolf. You killed my

Fresher than the stale scent of my dried-up blood. "Here I thought you had gained the ability to see things coming. Guess we were wrong." An answering growl sounds before a woman with platinum hair and lilac eyes looks back at me. A quiver and bow slung across her back along with blades decorating the rest of her body. Above all a shining gold hilt of a sword with a sapphire in the center. Two very large lycans step out with the women. Their coats are grey and black as they stand on their hind legs towering over us by a good foot to foot and a half.