Shortsword Of First Blood Novels & Stories

Ches didn't have the time to understand what happened—he promptly raised his sword to protect his neck, but with a loud bang, he was sent flying! "Bleurgh!" He hacked, and there was blood on his lips as he got up. "A sneak attack?! You're playing dirty!" "Dumbass!" Caleb snorted as he streaked forward again. World Burial Sword, First Style—Death Snap! Bang! "Hmm?" Although he sent Ches flying again, Caleb's eyes narrowed.

“Supreme Sword Series: First Chapter” *BOOOOOM*

If he did, he would have been defeated. “To me, sword!” he roared. As he roared, a blood glow radiated from below and flew to the sky. This was a two-meter-long sword radiating an eerie red glow and exuding a bizarre aura. Sergio waved his hand, and the sword was now in his hand. “The Blood Devourer Blade!” Upon seeing this, the First Blood Emperor exclaimed, “That’s the Blood Devourer Blade! To think that we truly have this sword in our possession…”

The man’s mouth opened to shout. Leigh was a blur. Her dagger flashed, not for a killing strike, but a silencing one—upward through the jaw, into the brain. The man crumpled without a sound. She caught him, lowering him gently into the shadows. Her eyes met Makil’s, cold and efficient. No hesitation. The battlefield. But the movement had been seen. A shout went up. A pointing finger. The chanting stuttered, then rose into a roar of alarm. “Time’s up!” Duncan bellowed, hefting his great axe. “Light the fuses! To the ropes!”

Even though things had changed so much, I was still terrified to return there. I was a wanted fugitive, ordered to be killed the moment she is caught but I've managed to survive until now. Now, I head back for the home that rejected me, willingly. The door opened and Sansa walked in, she was holding a sword apart from hers. She sat down and handed it out to me. “What? You want me to have that? But it looks special, I possibly shouldn't..” “Take it.” She insisted and I took it reluctantly.. The sword was unlike any blade I have ever seen. It was a long blade of polished steel with faint blue veins running through it, a brown leather grip wrapped tightly around the hilt, and a name initials en

The First Shadow reached out a long, taloned hand— toward Emily. Adrian erupted. His golden veins ignited, eyes blazing crimson-gold as he lunged forward, lifting Emily higher in his arms and turning his body to shield her completely. “DON’T YOU TOUCH HER!” He released a blast of raw power— light red, light gold, fused and burning— that struck the First Shadow square in its chest. The tunnel exploded with light. The remnants screamed. The earth trembled. But when the glow faded— The First Shadow had not fallen.

My mentor gets his gun out first and shoots him in the forehead, killing him on the spot. “Ah, pain in the arse.” Fire snatches the knife from the man’s throat. The victim grabs his neck, choking on his own blood, but to no avail. A few seconds later, he’s on the ground, drowning in a pool of crimson. Fire uses the knife to cut the ropes. I spring to my feet and yank a gun from the bloodied man’s hand. “Now, I got blood all over me.” He switches to his bored—and normal—English accent as he wipes his face with the back of his hand.

It flashed with a dazzling black light, and while accompanied by the humming that reminded one of the cicadas, it fell down. However, a clean and fair big hand caught the Fusha longsword. Swish! A beautiful arc full of killing intent exploded in the air!

"Always rushing toward the grave." ​The King didn't draw a weapon. He simply flicked his wrist. ​The blood that had been dripping from the ceiling suddenly defied gravity. It shot downward, hardening in mid-air into a dozen razor-sharp, crimson spears, and launched directly at us with the speed of artillery fire. ​"Down!" I screamed. ​I threw myself in front of Kaelen, crossing my obsidian blades in an X. The holy fire of the First Queen erupted from my core, forming a blinding violet shield. The blood spears hit the shield and shattered like glass, hissing violently as the dark magic cooked against the holy light.

The impact sent him crashing to the ground of the cage. The crowd cheered crazily, screams erupted all around me. "BLADE!" "BLADE!" "BLADE!" I pulled out my custom-made blade gleamed with a savage hunger under the bright arena lights. The polished steel bore the name "Capone," etched into the metal like a proclamation of death. Its edge was as sharp as a serpent's fang. It looked eager to cut, having tasted the blood of many before. The handle, wrapped in black leather, felt like a coiled snake in my grip, ready to strike with deadly accuracy. This blade wasn't just a weapon; it was a merciless instrument of brutality, a symbol of my unrelenting power in this world.