Savage Lynel Sword Novels & Stories

In the clearing up ahead, I could see… Neil. Standing over a young man with his hands bound behind his back, his neck bent over a flat rock. Guards surrounded the clearing they stood in, several of them holding back a man and a woman who were screaming bloody murder. And Neil… Neil had a sword in his hands. “Have mercy!” the woman screamed. “That’s my son! Please don’t kill my son!” My eyes widened as I saw Neil, jaw hard, raise the sword. “Your son is a traitor who has committed treason against the Lycan King,” he said, his voice deep and cold. “It must be done.”

"Tell them to get the cage open. Now!" "Open the cage," Savage shouted and one of the lacertins walked to the cage, unlocked it with a key and swung the door open. "Mr. Braun if you may please." "Yes sire," Mr. Braun said and walked out of the cage. "Give us back our weapons," Prince Callum said and they just stood there looking at him. Again he dug his sword deeper into Savage's neck. "Give them back their weapons," Savage said and another lacertin came from the back with their weapons and threw them to the ground.

Freed spoke to Lyn as she took a deep breath. "Yeah, old lady! Come on and fight me, it will not be fun if I can easily defeat you like this!" Raine taunted as she waves her gun. Lyndell closes her eyes as she summons a silver sword much similar to a katana with an ancient symbol of strength on its hilt. Raine aims her gun at Lyndel once again as Freed busy himself fighting Red, thus the shield surrounding Lyndell disappears. She shoots several bullets at Lyndell, but they were all cut off by her swords in a flash.

The crowd could feel that the heat and cold had collided while looking at the swords on the stage. “Let me introduce to you the Blaze Wild Sword and the Deadly Glaze Sword. Blaze Wild Sword is a must be suggested for the people who had fire attributes and were accustomed to fire. The Deadly Glaze Sword is for the people who had Ice attributes. These swords are made by a Grade 5 Novice Armament Master.” Lark Oz said while showing them the swords that Luna had made.

Hayden drew his sword as the ligahoo charged at them. “No!” Shrieked Cory, seeing the Prince wield the Vermillion Sword. The sword glowed white hot. Hayden yelled as the handle seared his hand. He flung the sword and it plunged into the soil. “The sword won’t let you interfere with the bow’s will, remember?” Said Cory, trailing her fingers along Hayden scorched palm, cooling it with her magic. Titan came rushing through the trees brandishing the Crimson Axe. He flung it at the ligahoo and it rebounded like a boomerang.

Gentel said and manifested a blade made of fire in her right hand. “And yet here you stand, courageous enough to draw your sword against me, Gentel,” Fawn replied and wrapped her fists. “You know me?” Gentel asked with a raised brow. “Of course, I know you. The Ash Wing, Dame Of Destruction; one of Lucifer’s deadliest assassins. A few of my brothers and sisters have died by your hands also.” Fawn said and manifested her own sword made of light. “You removed my spell from the car.” Gentel said in anger.

he took out an unknown ombre bottle, twisted the lid and threw the lid away before downing its content in one go. His rosy complexion soon returned, "But I'll be even better when that couple is obliterated from the earth's surface," he rose again and angrily walked towards the table that Savage Lord has purposely left behind to spite him. "It's time for Plan B!" he declared after reducing that table into bits with several slashes of his long red sword that he'd taken out of his spatial ring. 'Savage lord, I don't care what happens to me but you and your mate are going down.' he pledged in his heart. He then put the sword back in his ring.

BLADE 3. Pain. It was all I felt when I shot my eyes opened. I felt so sore and tired. The memories of how Lorenzo plunged deeper into me last night filled my mind. He was so cruel to me. I didn't find any enjoyment in it at all. I tried lifting my hands and I was happy It was back to functioning. My tit hurts too as a result of the sucking he did last night.

His name sent a chill down my spine, not from fear because Kael wasn’t cruel, but from awe. He was towering, with shoulders broad enough to block out the moonlight and eyes that gleamed silver like a wolf mid-hunt. His long dark hair was tied back, and jagged scars traced his knuckles, proof of every battle he had walked away from. He was standing beside my sister, the two of them looked like they belonged in ancient paintings. They looked strong, noble and unshakeable. And then there was me. The sister hidden in the kitchen smoke. I poured a goblet of mead for a group of warriors, my fingers went stiff. One of them chuckled, and I froze.

I asked casually, taking a glass of water to wash down my food. “Alpha Dexton,” he said casually. “What?” I gasped, spitting the entire mouthful of water across the table. My heart slammed against my chest as I quickly ran over to him, dabbing his shirt with my sleeves. “I-I’m so sorry, forgive me.” I stammered, my hands shaking. I must really have nine lives to keep finding myself in danger. I had been in the courtesy of the Savage Wolf all along, acting defiantly. An Alpha known for his savagery and brutality.