Shattered Sword Novels & Stories

Fast-paced heavy metal-type chords thump my veins, the live sound of the music taking my breath away. My queue to come in is signaled by London who lets out a deep roar. Being a call-and-response song it was by far one of my favorites from Crash Course Rebellion and now I get to live it. I sing the melody, Jackie is in harmony and London's note is a growl. ~ "I can't fight it!" London and Jackie:"I can't fight it!" "There's a feeling deep inside when I look into the eyes of the monster!" "I see through it!" London and Jackie: "I see through the facade!"

Stefano was inclining toward the door frame while he was looking in torment. "The Sword of the Doombringer?" Cohen asked. "Was it the sword that Mira retrieved from the Outer Angel before the black hands took them into the void?" Stefano nodded as Clavier supported his large frame and guided him to the chair at the corner. "The real sword was shattered into five fragments when Abbadon was imprisoned in the lowest and worst part of the Underworld. The Sword of the Doombringer was her creation. The Angels broke the sword into five fragments after countless worlds fell into destruction. The Angels sent each fragment across the universe for safekeeping."

She shouted over the chaos, “Kaelen! Look at the pools—every blow feeds it! She’s pulling power from you both!” He risked a glance. She was right. The reflections around them shimmered brighter each time their swords met. The mirrored Kaelen laughed softly. “See? We’re both her instruments now.” Kaelen clenched his jaw. “Then I’ll break her hold by breaking you.” He drove his blade straight through the reflection’s chest. The sound wasn’t of steel on flesh—it was glass shattering. The reflection gasped, eyes flashing silver-white, and then imploded in a burst of light that threw Kaelen backward into the mud.

"So... this means you will now help me unshield the sword? The final step? So I can take my title when we return to Dance?" "Of course," the assistant said, bowing with exaggerated respect. "A promise is a promise." The old man nodded eagerly, lifting the sword. He followed every instruction, every chant the assistant murmured softly. His hands trembled with excitement. He knew nothing-nothing-of what the assistant had just heard. Nothing of what fate had already rewritten. When the last word of the chant left his lips... the shield shattered with a soft metallic hum. "There," the Wiseman whispered. "It's done. I-"

Adam flinched abruptly, noticing that two black shadows rushed inside the arena faster than anyone could blink. ~CLANK~ An intense shock wave appeared. As the dust settles, Adam's eyes widened when he saw his sword shatter into a million pieces after hitting a broadsword that he had never seen before. He looked in front and saw two gleaming eyes gazing at soul and screaming death. The killing intent that came at Adam, flipped his guts upside-down. "Alright! Don't move an inch!"

Frightened, Kendrick roared, "I told you to let go! Let go! The Light Shattering Shadow!" The sword's brilliance skyrocketed, and it continued to glow. Then, their surroundings were about to be pierced by the beam as if it were a hedgehog. "Who do you think you are?" Caspian's voice was still soft, and the palm of his hand holding the sword suddenly twisted hard. Creak — Creak — An uncomfortable noise sounded. Kendrick's eyes widened, his mouth opened, and a look of horror was written all over his face. Caspian twisted the Light Shattering Shadow Sword like dough, and the light that just condensed on the sword's edge disappeared instantly.

His hands were covered in blood. The sword in his right hand was too bright to look at directly—its edges shimmered with flame and ancient glyphs that changed every time his eyes moved. His left arm... cradled someone. Someone broken. They were limp in his grasp, their wings shattered—feathers blackened and falling like dying snow. Blood coated their chest. Their breath rattled, labored. “No. No, no, stay with me. Look at me.” His voice was sharp, desperate. Not like a god. Not like a warrior.

started Kleint as he raised his sword, “we should really be thankful to the mistress. Without her, who knows what would happen between the two of us?” “The mistress—you mean, the mistress?” Kleint clicked his tongue as he thrust his sword towards Dark’s chest. He half-expected for his blood to squirt all over their faces; however, upon contact, the sword shuddered, a rippling sound reverberating in the air, and then it snapped in two. Kleint was caught off balance and he ended up landing face forward to the hard-rock chest of Dark, the hilt of the sword pointing at him. Wasting no time, Z grabbed him by the scruff, cursing at the shattered sword.

Pulling one of the frame pieces out of the mess, I heaved it with all my strength and shattered the glass. I could get in now, but the snake could also get out. It dropped to the ground and headed for the opening, then shied back, moving slowly and gingerly. The broken glass cut at its scales. It was so desperate for food, it came at me anyway and let the glass slice it to ribbons. That gave me an idea. I picked up a particularly large shard of glass and waited.

He had a painful expression, which annoyed Vivian. “Don’t look at me with that painful look. Someone might think I am wicked. But I am not. I just participated in the race, and I won. The game had no rules and all it cared about was to win. And I did exactly that. "Please get out of my house. I have already filed for divorce. I don’t need you in my house," she said harshly. "Are you driving me out of your own house?" he asked. “Please get out. You are destroying our peace. Hey drive him away. I don’t want to see him near this house." Shadrach, who is her fiancé, said.