Shortsword Of First Blood Novels & Stories

The crowd gasped. The First Blood had finally revealed why he was feared. And it was terrifying. --- Unfortunately, the assassins weren't targeting Lucien. They were targeting Elara. A silver-bladed dagger flew toward her. Magic surrounded the weapon. Ancient runes burned along its surface. Designed specifically to kill supernatural beings. Elara reacted instantly. A barrier of blue magic appeared. The dagger shattered against it. Before she could recover, three more attackers charged. Big mistake. Golden light flashed within her eyes.

she screamed. She raised her sword, its blade gleaming in the morning light—but there was no light, only cold shadow. The first strike came at me, the second toward Rowan. A double-edged movement, swift, soaked in blood. I leapt sideways, deflecting the blow with the edge of my blade. Old reflexes, the ones we had trained together, still lived in me: block, step, recover. Smoke drifted closer, sweat rolled down my face, but I did not let go.

The blade gleamed with a brilliant silver light, its edge shimmering with a promise of sharpness. The blood sword! I exclaimed internally, astonished by the fact that I had successfully conjured the legendary weapon known to be wielded by a valiant warrior from Cairos—a neighboring nation to Springgan. Apollo had shared stories about it, expressing his dream to create such a weapon one day. Empowered by the gauntlet, I held the blood sword with ease. The blade's edge gleamed, a testament to its lethal potential. Just as the icy shield surrounding me shattered, the dominus seized the opportunity to consume me. Its jaws opened wide as it lunged towards me. Reacting swiftly, I positioned the sw

But if I were going to die, I was taking as many of them with me as possible. Going back to the first guy, I knelt down and started patting him down for a weapon of some kind. No gun that I could feel, and even though I had some vision again, I certainly couldn't see one. Changing my expectation, I started sliding my hands down the flat planes of his body. Within moments, I found a knife. Considering it was almost as long as my forearm, I was going to call it a short sword. Either way, it would work. I took a deep breath as I straightened while still on my knees. Both hands around the grip of the weapon, I brought it down over the neck of the first man. Blood, hot and thick, shot from the wo

Eryndor's Shadowing dagger seemed to dance in the moonlight, its dark blade slicing through the air with a haunting screee-ksss. Each strike landed with a thud-thwack-thoom, sending tremors through the troop's warriors. The troop's hearts raced as the violent zing-ting-zap of clashing daggers filled the field. The savages of warriors, fueled by fury and loyalty, clashed in a frenzy of arms and teeth. The ground grew slick with blood, the earthy smell mingling with the metallic tang of steel. Jack Wolf stood firm, his Moon-whisper spear shining with a soft, ethereal light. He parried Eryndor's strikes with a precision born of desperation, his movements a blur of speed and strength.

He's an enemy, he has to die. He comes nearer and nearer, and now I can see him very clearly, I can even feel his breath. He is just growing his first beard, a young boy out to get his fame early in the morning. As he passes by me I silently ask for forgiveness and drive the sword into his back. He opens his mouth to shout but no sound comes out. Blood spatters all over the place, and some lands on my clothes, and more sprinkles on the leaves and trees as I withdraw my sword and let him fall slowly into a soft thud. A lot of blood oozes out of his mouth and his glassy eyes look unblinkingly at me. I look away, unable to hold his gaze.

Quispe and her team narrowed their eyes, not a trace of hesitation in their stance, ready to face the onslaught together. "I've got this!" Yoel's voice cut through the chaos, his form instantly at the forefront of the fray. Swoosh! As the enemy's blade streaked toward them, Yoel's Blood Shadow Saber carved a gleaming arc of frosty light to intercept it. Forged from a unique metal and inspired by Howard's own legendary Blood Shadow Saber, the Blood Shadow Saber was a badge of honor for each member of the elite Blood Shadow Force, personalized with their names etched into the steel.

I didn’t even blink. My hands moved to the twin blades at my sides—obsidian-forged, curved, deadly. I’d carved the hilts with my own blood the night before I came here. I didn’t name them. They weren’t sacred. They were efficient. The beast let out a roar that shook the arena. Dust spilled from the balconies. I heard nobles flinch. Someone screamed. I ran straight toward it. No hesitation. No waiting for orders. Let the vampires see this clearly.

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.

The three of us running our own way, I find myself surrounded from all sides by borebacks. Once more, they snarl as they jump and spin. Shooting toward me, I jump out of the way of the first boreback before swinging my sword and destroying the second. It collapses onto the ground. The other borebacks all see this and turn to face me. Their eyes turn even redder and they all jump and spin. Only seconds from shooting toward me, I focus on my gift. I close my eyes and take a deep breath. As I do, bright red flames form on the blade of my sword. Opening my eyes, I see a massive fire on my sword. Just as the borebacks shoot toward me, I raise my sword and scream as I stab the ground beneath me.