Splitting Sword Novels & Stories

My vision blurred with tears. "Shit!" He grunted. "I can't get enough of this wet pussy. Fuck you." He moaned, throwing his head back. I gritted my teeth together. He suddenly pulled out and flipped me over in a way my ass was in the air and I was resting my head on the pillow. He gripped my ass cheeks and latched his mouth on it. After that, he spanked me three times and it hurts terribly. He banged into me again and this time around it was much worse. He massaged my clit and fucked me from behind.

And was the same arm which was already injured. I turned back but the person was not there and he left. I looked everywhere but no one was there. I was relaxed because I knew that my friend was in the car and he noticed everything. I was moving inside the hospital but again some threw the stone to me. But every time I find no one. I again went to the road and looked everywhere. Suddenly, the bike came to me at a very fast speed. He had a knife in his hand. The bike came near to me and one of them threw the knife towards me. The knife cut my shoulder a bit.

I said, breathing heavily and in difficulty. She looked at me in awe. " I knew it." "What?" I asked. "You knew what?" She hurriedly stood up and picked up a sharp knife, then she looked down at me. "We'll find out soon enough what you are." The fact that she said 'what' and not 'who' frightened me. Then, she winced in pain as she slit her wrist open. Then she returned to her mat and rose her wrist forward. "What are you doing?" I asked, irritated.

The next moment, his left eye saw his right eye for the first time. The Wave-Breaking Sword slashed downward, and Dylan's body was vertically divided into two from the middle.

Layers of sword armor appeared on Herman's body, glowing silver. Without any sound or collision, the splitting sword intent pierced Herman’s back, and he spat out a mouthful of blood. Herman looked at his injury and his intact sword armor. He exclaimed, “How is it possible? What sword intent is this?” Philip said with a smile, “The Splitting Sword Technique. I got it by chance.”

The elder's face began to be seen clearly due to the moonlight that entered through the roof in the Hall, he began to approach the two slowly. His wrinkled face was so cynical looking at the two. "From now on! you will die," the old swordsman began to attack the two very quickly, with one breath Khalid almost slashed his throat. But someone blocked the attack, after exchanging thousands of moves. They had already destroyed everything in the Sect Hall. they switched places, after Khalid and Chyou Chen cornered the two until they broke the walls of the Hall. The old swordsman and the young swordsman who helped him were flung far out of the Sect Hall.

My fingers are on my chin as I crouched and looked at it. The cover or the sheath was silver with a few pints of gold, I don't understand the engravings etched on it. Because of my curiosity, I held it and released it from its sheath. Unlike other sword, its blade was bluish and silver, the handle was wood in color and the cover was glass. It was not as heavy as it look. I lifted it up and swayed it... Imagining I was a samurai fighting some bad guys. I chuckled.

“Punisher of the Nine Heavens, you truly court death!” Upon hearing this, the mysterious figure suddenly spread his hands. “Break!” In the next moment, the black longsword split into two, then four, multiplying rapidly until it became thirty-two swords. With swift precision, they radiated outwards, piercing through over a dozen powerhouses of the Yggdrasil Sect. Boom! With thunderous booms, the pierced powerhouses either exploded on the spot or were sent flying, their bodies either lifeless or severely wounded. The remaining Sword Lights then rushed towards Perthacus at lightning speed.

Chamuel suddenly asked. “Impossible. The Sword was broken into three pieces and scattered throughout the Earth. It’s definitely not the Flaming Sword.” Azrael replied, making Chamuel breathe a sigh of relief. The Flaming Sword was the equivalent of the ultimate weapon. It could cut through the fabric of reality itself and slice through anything. The Flaming Sword was so powerful that it had to be broken and scattered throughout the reaches of Earth, never to be brought back together. Even the scabbard was separated from the Sword. If the Sword were repaired, it would still not be whole without its scabbard.

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.