Savage Lynel Sword Novels & Stories

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—"

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.

Swoosh— Norvin skillfully caught the sword and unexpectedly gently wiped it clean. “This sword is called the ‘Infernal Blade’. It’s a precious heirloom of the Swallow family!” Norvin cleaned it while speaking in a confident and proud tone, “I’ve roamed the ancient martial world for many years, but I’ve only used it twice. “The first time was when I had the strength of a late-stage Martial King. I used the Infernal Blade to escape alive from a Martial Emperor. “The second time was when I was a mid-stage Martial Emperor. I used the ultimate skill of the Swallow family, the Sparrow’s Thirteen Blades, to slay a late-stage Martial Emperor!

"It would have been simpler to lop the heads off of dissenters than take in an outcast and train her to slit throats in the dark." "Careful Lycan Lord." Cassidy's voice was soft, a deadly whisper. "Men tend to look the same in the dark. I'd hate to accidentally slit your pretty throat by mistake."

I might have gotten carried away, because it didn't take very long for us to round them and kill them on the spot. My sword was painted with fat and blood, a prize I hoped could pay for the innocent lives they foolishly took. I returned my sword to its sheath and exhaled. My men didn't allow any of the rogues to sneak past our vanguard to the rear. They killed them mercilessly. On our return to the village's main square, I was met with music and praise. “He runs!”; “He guns!”; “He destroys, Asher the mighty Lycan!”

*** Ryan’s eyes widened at his wolf’s words. What was that Deloris had said? He could do anything, right? Well, what if he summoned Reynard’s powers, using his own blood? He could create a point of contact, focus on that, and then drain the bastard. Ryan shrugged out of his hoodie, leaving on the t-shirt beneath. The monster’s blood ran through him, right? Why not put that blood to good use? He looked around for something to cut himself with…like a knife. Immediately he thought of it, a knife appeared in his hand.

Lucky said looking at her hands and saw her wrist glowing. “That's a fucking lie that is only four. That rainbow must have fried your brain too because you can't count worth a damn now.” Lynn said as she charged at two werevamps, jumped into the air, threw one sword that landed in the throat of one werevamp, then she landed on the neck of another, putting her sword in the top of his head. She landed on her feet when the werevamp fell, running past the dead werevamp pulling her second sword from the neck of the beast as she ran.

The leader maintained his domineering attitude despite being slashed by Chase's blade. Chase looked at the man's torn sleeve and found it amusing. "My blade won't touch unknown individuals. Tell me your name." He pointed at the leader. "I'm Eldrige Lyre, Dalo Heavenly Sword of the Evil Shadow Sect." When Eldrige spoke, 12 black swords appeared behind him, looking pretty impressive. However, this changed the next moment. Chase could only see black and white now as he emanated a murderous aura. Was this his personal sword domain?

Though the traitors would succumb to their fatal injuries, Lyra's troops would rise unbroken, their unyielding spirits prevailing even as their hearts bled. Upon hearing the dire news, Eryndor commanded his troops to launch a fierce counterattack, driven by a burning desire for revenge against those responsible for Lyra's downfall. Two fearless troops clashed in the valley of dark granite. The Evil Wolf Troops, joined by the rogue werewolf Vorgath, wielded razor-sharp blades and daggers. The air echoed with the crash of spears and the rumble of thunder.