Savage Lynel Sword Novels & Stories

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.

He gestured his hand. “Nirvana.” “Yes. The only way to kill—” “Shut up, Dylan.” Nirvana walked back inside with the rectangular package, which I guess was the sword. Here’s the package. Now what?”

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.

I whispered in awe as I watched my childhood obsession right before me, in the flesh. Nytheria, the sword of Aramun, the first immortal prince of the royal line of werewolves, the first lycan, personally gifted by the moon goddess. The sword grand prince Aramun used to slay the demon prince a thousand years ago was in my new room staring at me.

Reagan says. Nathan is on his knees in front of the Council. He’s not restrained in anyway other than by their very powerful auras. “Warrior Nathan, how do you plead?” Queen Lily asks him. “I’m innocent!” he yells, and I get the disgusting metallic taste in my mouth. I see Reagan, her sisters, and all of their mates’ lips curl in disgust. “Lie,” Queen Leana says. “No, it’s not a lie! It’s the truth!” he yells and several of us, myself included, growl at the intensified taste of metal in our mouth.