Savage Lynel Sword Novels & Stories

Tina didn't know whether to vomit or scream. "Tina, I want you to take deep breaths, okay? They're just trying to intimidate us. Remember how we talked about Monique? " Haneul said, sensing Tina's distress. A luminous glow flared up from his back, and he pulled out something from it. A sword. A long, beautiful blade that's out of this world. Quite literally. Tina thought as she stared at the weapon in wonderment. "Leviathan's charge. The Princess of Envy," Tina murmured, acknowledging Haneul's question.

Offering a military salute by crossing their hands over their chest they stood facing her. Jelena Savage was not as old as one would expect from the leader of an entire race. She was only 17, even younger than Axel by a whole two years! Her hair was braided just above both her ears, her eyes watched coldly like a hawk and inside them, one could sense ruthlessness emanating from her whole being. Her voice was a bat match for her personality, she sounded nothing like who she was. This was a strong woman, who ruled with fear and an iron fist.

Yvayn set the ax down and walked over to hand his father’s sword to Ernor. “Oh, yes, I remember this one.” The smith held the pieces up to examine them closer. He looked at the runes that read: ‘Guide and guardian, the cleaver of souls’. Kind of a nice saying, isn’t it?” Yvayn tried hard to remain in control of his emotions. He breathed deeply. “So how did you come by this sword?” Yvayn looked at Ernor. “I found it near a battlefield. It was lying in some mud.”

Deliberating on this, he retrieved the Scarletsky Sword and initiated its practice. While the Scarletsky Sword appeared unremarkable at first, Severin ignited its flames during the process of accustoming himself to it. A luminous divine light merged with the sword, and the ensuing hum signaled the release of a formidable swordwill. The swordwill shot up to the sky, and the pressure was so strong that even a level four supreme saint like Severin was startled by the piercing pain on his skin.

Raven Steele was her masterpiece—clean background, tragic story, exactly the kind of person who could infiltrate a motorcycle club seeking revenge. The bar's door swung open, spilling amber light and the stench of whiskey and cigarettes onto the wet pavement. A man filled the doorway, his massive frame blocking most of the light. Even in shadow, there was no mistaking who he was: Jax Savage, president of the Savage Saints MC, the most feared motorcycle club in three states. Six-foot-four of muscle and menace, with hazel eyes that missed nothing and hands that had spilled more blood than most soldiers. "You lost, princess?" His voice rumbled like distant thunder, each syllable carrying the we

The door handle turned easily under my grip, unlocked despite Lyn's stated need for privacy, and I burst into the room with enough force to rattle the hinges. Lyn looked up at me from where he sat on the edge of his bed, startled by my sudden entrance. In his right hand, he held a scalpel - one of the surgical instruments from Lynn's medical supplies - and across his chest ran a fresh cut, maybe three inches long and deep enough to expose the muscle beneath. Even as I watched, the wound began to knit itself back together, his werewitch healing abilities working to repair the damage he'd deliberately inflicted. The scalpel clattered to the floor as Lyn dropped it, his eyes wide with something

How did they know we'd be here? *Lynn!* Vincent called through the link. *What do we do? They keep coming! This is not a normal attack.* Lynn groaned. *I don't kno-* Claws dug into Lynn's arms, and the wolf bore its fangs into her neck. "LYNN!" Vincent yelled when Lynn let out a scream. He ran to help her, but let out a pained howl when he was stabbed from behind with silver. He turned around and ripped the Werewolf's head off.

Leonel had a swallow-headed design curved blade in his hand, and he slashed it against Tyr’s Ormr Dagger. With a clanging sound, the curved blade in Leonel’s hand was directly cut into two by Tyr’s Ormr Dagger, and Leonel took two quick steps back. Tyr did not stop there; he held Blair in his arms and killed his way out of the ambush. He arrived before Shaun Yarn within a moment. Behind him, two Jade family cavalries were chasing after him. Yet, at that moment, Shaun had pulled out his sword. The broken sword might seem ordinary, but when it was wielded in Shaun’s hand, that sword exerted the power of a divine weapon.

"The wild wolf of the North and the treacherous princess of the South... conspiring in the dirt like common thieves." Leo instantly pulled Freya behind his broad back, unsheathing his heavy runic broadsword with a resounding SCHWING! The blade ignited with a brilliant, blazing halo of platinum-silver light, slicing through the darkness and illuminating the cave entrance. Standing at the grotto mouth was Lyra Vance.

It was a weapon. Julian Vance wasn't just a monster. A monster was obvious. A monster bared its teeth and warned you to stay away. Julian was a snake in green grass. He could mimic humanity so flawlessly that you wouldn't feel the bite until his fangs were already buried in your throat. He was showing me exactly how easily he could manipulate the people I loved. He was proving that he could control Sienna's perception of him with nothing more than a smile and a plate of food.