Stilettos Sword Novels & Stories

” Estel simply grins even wider as she tucks the full-on sword back into the steel bat, “A girl must always be prepared.” My heart is still thumping in my chest and it’s her turn to laugh now, “The look on your face, Lyra. Come on, it’s just a sword. Never seen a long sharp blade before?” I finally find my voice, “Apart from kitchen knives, no. No I haven’t. Why the hell would you carry a sword along with you? These streets aren’t that bad?” Estel looks genuinely surprised as she asks, “Really?” I nod and eye the sword bat suspiciously, “I don’t even need to carry around pepper spray. No one has ever approached me, not even when I’m coming home later from job hunting.”

he suddenly asked. Larice furrowed her brows, wondering why her weapon would interest him. “A sword of a non-ranking hunter is already out of your concern.” Estes sharpened his eyes at her, studying her stance like it was not new to him. [Serpent Style] [Third Form] Larice slid her foot forward, bent her knees, and whispered, “Snake Assassin.”

On the other hand, prince Maretus made a stance while removing the sword from the scabbard. Pseudo Move: A Thousand Swords! hundreds of swords appeared above him in an upward direction. As the barrier cracked, the sword that prince Maretus had made flew up to dispel the ice crystals. The strength of the crystal and the sword are not equal, it takes 2 sword attacks to destroy 1 crystal. The number of ice crystals greatly exceeded the pseudo sword made by prince Maretus. When the quasi-sword disappeared, he immediately performed a sword skill again. "Sword skill: Deadly stab!"

Her intense gaze, hardened by countless battles, was tempered by her unwavering loyalty to Somerland. To Elysia's left stood Gareth Swordbane, widely feared and respected as the Sword Demon. He was a tall, imposing figure, his eyes sharp and deadly. Known for wielding a blade with unparalleled mastery, Gareth’s skill in swordsmanship was legendary, his reputation as a ruthless opponent striking fear into the hearts of all who dared challenge him. His sword, an ancient blade etched with runic symbols, was strapped across his back, and his eyes held a piercing focus that spoke of countless battles fought and won.

Sophie stood beside me, her eyes wide with excitement. "Today, we will explore different types of weapons and find out which ones are most suitable for each of you," Scarllet announced, a mischievous gleam in her eyes. "Lina, why don't you start with the sword?" I eagerly nodded, taking a step forward to pick up an elegant sword with a silver hilt. It felt surprisingly natural in my grip as I swung it through the air, testing its weight and balance. Scarllet watched me closely, nodding in approval.

Aesthelia remained standing and on guard as she saw Gior approaching with heavy steps, and his hand loosened its hold on the sword. "Listen, Gior. Drop the sword. It has silver in it, " Aesthelia said, dead-ass serious. The silver might be in the pommel and grip part of the sword. "What makes you think that I would listen?" Gior responded coldly. He gripped it harder as he misunderstands Aesthelia's intention. He can't be defeated. "You should listen before I make you," Aesthelia said confidently. She jumped at the opportunity to strike Gior's sword before the silver in it totally disabled him, sending the sword flying through the air, surprising everyone. As the sword sailed through the air

Suddenly, he jumped into the air and yelled, "Boundless heaven and earth, universal Storm of Swords!" The weather immediately changed. The light from the Unsullied Sword grew multiple times brighter and produced countless sword illusions that danced around Xiao Chen. The tightly condensed sword lights bounced off the whiteness of the snow. The crowd below gasped in shock. The Storm of Swords was one of the most abstruse sword arts among the cultivation sects. A perfected spell could alarm even gods and ghosts in the world. It was capable of turning opponents into dust at once.

he replied nonchalantly. “Her incarnation? What?” Estelle was caught off-guard with how he referred to Shuten-douji. “Yeah. Some incarnations of myths can vary that much,” Q laughed. His knees trembled slightly as he took a sword stance. Left foot forward, right foot back. His body facing the right. Both hands gripped the hilt of [Kotetsu]. His right wrist crossed over his left. His arms raised up to his eye level. The tip of the blade pointed at the gourd from afar.

His brows furrowed as he said to the butler next to him, “Put a stop to the news, cut off all internet communication, and prevent any information from leaking out. At the same time, dispatch personnel to inform the media and TV stations that this is a 3D projection that’s prepared for a movie.” “Yes, Patriarch.” The butler next to Sterling received the order and immediately went to execute it. Sterling looked at the two swords suspended in mid-air. They were both more than ten meters in size. One of it shone with red luster and had red dragons adorning it. There was also a screeching three-headed griffin at the hilt. The sword was brimming with raging frenzy. Although there were some cracks

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.