Savage Lynel Sword Novels & Stories

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.

He didn't even look at Lady Mira as he reached into a decorative suit of armor and pulled out a massive, jagged broadsword that Elara had previously assumed was a museum piece. "Inspecting the Luna, are they?" Silas’s voice was like grinding stones. He looked down at his formal tunic and, with a grimace of annoyance, ripped the silver-embroidered sleeves off to give his sword-arm room to move. "I hope they brought their own bandages. I’m out of yellow yarn for stitches."

Wanted him to understand exactly who he was dealing with. "You won't," I said. My voice came out wrong — too deep, too rough, caught somewhere between man and beast. "You won't kill her. Because if you do, there is nothing on this earth that will stop me from tearing you apart. Slowly. Piece by piece. I will make it last for days." "What the fuck are you?" The knife trembled against Elowen's ribs. His voice cracked, pitched high with terror. "What the fuck — you were a — that was a — you were a fucking wolf—"

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.

Then, in a moment she felt an excruciating pain in her flesh. I got badly wounded! Cybele whispered in her mind as she gaze blood on her hand. She heard him shouting her name, but her senses were slowly fading away. " Tyr..." she faintly whispered. " No...no...!" Tyr's voice was shaking as when hen he gazed at her beloved dying. Valkash's bone sword is a weapon that could kill a deity, and it was so tragic that Cybele got struck by it. A little...I can still hold on a little... I can do this! Tyr whispered to himself.

When he finally opened the door, my breath caught in my throat. Connor was a sight to behold with his clothes on, but wearing only a pair of athletic shorts, slung low on his hips, but he was downright breathtaking. Tattoos covered both of his arms and his long red hair was pulled back in a bun. He had fierce green eyes that never failed to pull me in and tonight was no different. Half-naked, man bun, muscles, and tats—it was pretty obvious why I was okay with being betrothed to him like some damsel from centuries past. It took me a moment to realize those green eyes that I lived for were glaring and the furrow in his brow wasn’t confusion at seeing me. If that weren’t enough of an indicatio