Shortsword Of First Blood Novels & Stories

The magic that bound the short drow in place waned, so she hopped down from where she was hanging, while the tall drow started hacking off the ice that encased him. "Fucking bitch. We were just having a conversation, why are you like that?" she started screaming hysterically. "I was just trying to give your friend a make-over, so that Ashvell would love-" before she could even finish, Ashvell's axe met her face, slicing through half of her skull. The axe and her head gets lodged onto the wall behind her and a lock of her silver hair falls down into the pool of blood that is forming at her feet.

I need my sword. Reaching behind my back, I feel the cool, smooth texture of my marking shift beneath my fingers. There’s a brief moment where the ink pulses, almost as if it’s alive, before it solidifies into the hilt of my sword. I draw it out, feeling the familiar weight settle into my hand. The blade hums with energy, a glowing blue that pulses in time with my heartbeat. This sword is mine, a part of me, born of my blood and soul. Athena’s gift, forged from my very essence.

Willow stood back and began to absorb the essence of all the fallen Slendermen. His eyes flashed red as his hair tuned white. He felt the runes etched and tattooed on his body awakening. “First tier of the Blood Born: Blood Knight.” Immediately, a scarlet broadsword appeared in his hand. The Slenderman lunged at him, and he sidestepped it, slashing at its legs. As it fell to the ground, he changed his position, smashing his feet into the thing’s face.

Blood dripped from Lil' Shorty's mouth, and he couldn't move any other part of his body except his eyes. The notorious Lil' Shorty had lost his ability to fight with merely one move! "Shorty!" Slimbuckets' eyes were about to pop out of their sockets. He growled. "Damn it, I'm going to rip you to shreds!" Then, two foot-long blades appeared in Slimbuckets' hands. He effortlessly waved the swords around, and the shadows of the blades danced around and waved into a net, closing in on Woody.

Feeling Dewey's strong aura, Shea inhaled deeply and gritted her teeth as she pulled out a longsword. "Stupid girl, you asked for it." At that moment, Dewey did not waste his breath, and he uttered those words coldly. He waved the Tungsten Gold Sword, and a glaring sword glow was emitted, charging at Shea. Shea bit her lips tightly, activating all of her powers while holding the longsword in front of her. Boom! Instantly, the sword glow erupted and struck Shea's longsword, causing a loud boom. Shea groaned, and her body was thrown out a dozen meters away. Finally, she hit a mountain wall and slid down.

Such a powerful sword move was fatal enough in one strike. In the blink of an eye, Alexander's fiery red sword shadow landed on one of the blood mists.

The white-haired and white-browed young man had unsheathed his long sword. It was a strange long sword that was as clear as jade. One flank of the sword was the cutting edge, and the other flank was a sharp sawteeth-shaped edge. The blade was long and narrow, and it looked like a beam of silver light when it shook. Every time it shook, a beam of light shot out from it like a fierce tiger coming out of a box. Swoosh! Swoosh! Swoosh! Swoosh!

The frost giant swings open his white icy palm. It was too late for me to evade him as his wide palm catches me like a human holding a toy. He slams my body to the snowy ground. Blood splatters from my mouth as I could feel intense pain all over my body. He did not let go. He swings my body slamming it against the ice floor while holding my left and right before he swung me a distance into the snow. I could feel my body arch and rattle in pain. My head down to my eyes covered in blood. This is my first fight. I manage to stand staggering to my feet. My eyes widen as he was already standing in front of me holding high his sword in his hand. The frost giant brought down his giant sword aiming

She held it tightly. Serra thought it was heavy but it was surprisingly light, light as a feather. It's like she's holding a twig, very comfortable in her hands. She stared at the shimmering sword. It has a beautiful gold hilt with an intricate carved angel wings above the handle, the blade was long as her arms and it was sharp and shiny, the light bounced on it, and Serra could see herself on it like a clear mirror. The sword was like made specifically for her as it was comfortable to her hands and it felt familiar and comforting to the touch.