Steven Universe Sworn To The Sword Mga Nobela at Kwento

" Aunty, if you'd seen how kalthum treats me over there at the house, you would never think of defending her. " Aunty Suwayba's ear perk up at this info " Really? So she was a lot to handle? " " very troublesome " he wink at a mouth agape Kalthum " Mom, he is lying! Don't believe him. He is the troublesome one not me " Kalthum defended herself with a pout.

“I, a titled soldier, vows to protect the kingdom, ensure the people’s safety and must not use such titles to order around people. I swear upon my name that I won’t violate any rules and if I did, I will receive a severe punishment. I am willing to die for the people and serve the kingdom in exchange of worlds’ peace and won’t fight my companions. With these words from my mouth, my soul, body, and life are therefore for the kingdom.” The two then bowed again to Lixien and promised their loyalty. Lixien was pleased and smiled at them warmly. “I am happy now that the both of you have reconciled. This is a lesson from all of you. Sometimes, violence is not the answer. Words are enough to heal a

Sam stayed at their back and before they start the battle, Steven interrogates their enemies. "Hey... before we killed you with our hands, we've got some questions you need to ask!" "Unfortunately, we are not allowed to give you any information regarding us, not even our names. We are here to get rid of you and we are not going to let both of you pass through!" Despite the enemy refusing to answer him, Steven insists on asking question. "Do you happen to be the ally of those who kidnapped Sophia and Martin? If you, who is your master and what can you gain from doing such thing to someone who can't even fight back?"

It was none other than Stavros, my beloved mate. Even the protective armor couldn’t shield him from me. Swords clashed, and I flinched at the deafening sound of metal scraping metal. My eyes widened at the sight in front of me. Stavros fought single-handed with the others, a strange glow emanating from his body. He sprang into the air as if he was a dragon! He broke every strike effectively with his sword, bringing his opponents down.

Love wasn’t. I poured another drink and handed it to her. “To new alliances,” I said. Jessica took the glass, her fingers steady as she clinked it lightly against mine. “To new alliances,” she echoed. But we both knew… It was only a matter of time before one of us broke the deal. And when it happened, I’d make sure it wasn’t me. The drink was still cold in her hand when I decided. I wasn’t going to take her word for it. I needed action. Proof.

"We don't need to go to Lin's house. Let's go to my place so I can change. This is a minor wound. I can handle it myself." Ludriev took her spirit sword she had previously put on the side of the arena, and followed him without anymore words. Spirit sword was forged in a special method for those who reached a certain level in swordsmanship. The sword was unique and believed to be sacred, as it had its own spirit, which, if it didn't feel a strong connection with the wielder, they wouldn't be able to use it. Therefore, usually a sword spirit only had one owner and vice versa.

The unborn was marked for death. Aria still hadn’t moved. Then Lorenzo stepped forward. No weapons. No mask. Just voice. "You think you can kill the future before it’s born?" Silence. "Try. But just know—when he comes, he will come for your names. For your blood. For your shadows. And he will not stop." He turned to the Triad priest. "You want a god? You’ll get one." To the cartel lord. "You want war? You’ll choke on your own borders."

“And yet, you still came.” He sipped his wine, watching me over the rim of his glass. “You always knew how to unravel men, Elena.” I stiffened slightly. “That’s not why I called.” “I know.” He set his glass down, the sound gentle but final. “I have something to tell you,” he said. “And I need you to really hear it. No defenses. No assumptions.” “Okay…” Lucas took a breath. “Victor Thorne isn’t your biggest enemy anymore.”

The momentary relief Leon had felt vanished, replaced by a fresh wave of dread. "What... what do you want?" Steven let out a cold, sharp laugh. "Strip. Everything off." Leon’s eyes widened. "What the hell are you doing?" Steven didn't waste words. He pressed the blade against Leon’s throat. "Strip or die. Choose." "You wouldn't dare," Leon sneered, trying to call his bluff. “Steven Miller, you don't have the guts." A silver flash cut through the air. The dagger buried itself deep into Leon's thigh.

Dominic: The moment the shield shattered, the world beneath my feet shifted. War. Betrayal. A threat older than my bloodline rising again. Flashback: The rogues might be involved in this eventually.” I said, looking at the man that I’ve known as my best friend throughout my whole life. The man who was rarely ever around, but the man to depend on if we needed him. Marcel’s words played in my mind, a silent promise. “I will stand by you. But should you include the rogues… that is where I will draw a line.”