Stilettos Sword Novels & Stories

They seemed far too skilled. The intruder was wearing a black suit that seemed to somehow avoid light, making it even more difficult to keep my eyes on them. I squinted through the binoculars, and when the person halted briefly at a security camera blind spot, I spotted it. Just on their shoulder was a small embroidery. It was a small, silver embroidery: a blindfolded eye weeping a single drop of blood. My blood ran colder than the night air. The Pale Oath.

"I prefer to use daggers," she claimed as she dropped the sword with an audible clang on the floor. She, then, grabbed her pair of daggers clipped on both sides of her legs before taking a lunge right at Guillard. Shantala was unstoppable as she attacked with full offense and yet, she was still able to defend herself every time her sparring partner attacked. Their weapons clanged against each other as they aimed to hurt each other with no hesitation at all. The hissing sound of Shantala's daggers as she swung them was music to her ears.

She stood before the command console, her usually calm sapphire eyes now churning with turmoil. Without hesitation, her pale fingers pressed heavily on the backup control panel. “Activate the ‘Barrier’ protocol! Activate all outer defense matrices! Authorize the ‘Sentinel’ system to use non-lethal suppression weapons!” “Buzz—” A low hum, like a sleeping beast awakening. The lawns, gardens, and even the outer walls of Sterling Manor came alive in that instant. Countless hidden alloy shields rose from the ground, forming impenetrable barriers. Hidden among the sculptures and bushes, an automated turret slowly rose, its muzzle flashing blinding blue arcs of electricity—a high-voltage electromag

They collapsed onto the ground, exhausted but triumphant. "We did it," Lila whispered, her voice filled with disbelief. "We actually did it." Cole smiled, his eyes filled with pride. "I knew you could," he said. "You're the strongest person I know." As they stood there, catching their breath, a beam of light suddenly shone down from the ceiling, illuminating a small alcove in the wall. In the alcove rested a sword. It was made of pure silver, its blade shimmering with an ethereal light. The hilt was crafted from polished bone, and the pommel was adorned with a single, brilliant diamond.

Pushing open the back door to his stall, I gazed at the array of weapons that lay on the tables. Swords, bows, arrows and axes littered the tables. "When did you have time for this?" I whispered. Father surely hadn't done all of these in one day. As I gazed at the array of weapons, one weapon caught my eye. It was a silver sword. At the base of the handle was a purple gemstone. Gently grasping it, I felt the weight shift in my hand. Swords weren't my cup of tea. To me, they were heavy and left you open, but I still loved the way this sword looked.

Her long legs in stockings kicked open the car door as she prepared to get out and fight. Yet, the moment she stepped out, someone grabbed her by the throat and lifted her up. Then came her desperate pleas for mercy and agonized screams. Stetson saw the man and immediately broke out in a cold sweat. "Who are you? What do you want? I'm telling you, I'm a vassal of the Ludendorff family. If you dare touch me, the Ludendorff family will destroy you." The young man with handsome features carried a large sword on his back. He wore light armor and looked like a seasoned Outlands warrior.

Her step was light as she entered the carriage, followed by Killian. He shut the door firmly, as if severing the Saintess’s last tie to her agonizing holy life. ​The carriage began to move, its wheels crushing the fallen willow leaves. But in the distance, perched upon a high branch, a figure stood motionless. His silver-white cloak fluttered gently in the dawn wind, and his gloved hand gripped the hilt of his sword with white-knuckled intensity. ​Latvan, the Sword of the Great Temple, did not strike. He knew all too well that the monster’s mana was overflowing after consuming the holy blood. A chilling smile touched his lips as he spoke to the wind.

I saw Zen adjusted his posture and became more focused. "Ang isa sa kanila ay isang inscribed steel sword. Ito ay tinadtad ng Church of the Eternal Scorching Sun. Ito ay may kasamang nagpapadalisay at mga epekto. Ito ang kalaban ng Ghosts, Wraiths, Zombies, at iba pang undead na nilalang. Maaari pa rin itong gamitin sa loob ng tatlong taon. Siyempre, ang talas nito ay sapat na para makapatay." Ang boses ng babae ay nag-iba sa volume, isang malinaw na pagtatangka upang itago ang kanyang mga kasarian.

"…Nah, you got it all wrong, it's your days that are numbered, you motherfucker!" Without thinking, I stood up from my seat and snatched a silver sword from a nearby warrior. I stalked toward Stylo, my movements quick and fluid. I felt the power coursing through me as I held the sword. It was a weapon that could kill even the strongest of werewolves. I pointed the silver sword at Stylo's throat. "I'll show you who's weak," I snarled. Stylo's eyes widened in fear as he realized my brutal intentions. He tried to back away, but his handcuffs prevented him from moving far. "No, wait," he pleaded. "I didn't…"