Stilettos Sword Novels & Stories

"Battle raged on across the continent, until finally, Markelus faced off with Eon. He drove his sword to the tyrant's heart, and killed him. Henceforth he became known as the Godslayer, and his weapon, the-" "Sword of the Godslayer." Minos swung his arms sidewards, like a musician that just delivered a heartwarming ballad. "So you're not really after my father, you're after the sword." "Yes." "You could have just said that." "Where's the fun in that?" "The only one who had fun in this room was you." Cassana glanced at Rei, who gave her an affirmative nod. "I hope you're not planning to be a bard, because you are terrible at it."

–As though it belonged to him. Compared to Jin (pale, still clad in his night wear and obviously grieving), Stefan Sanscroft looked every inch of what a Sanscroft lord should be, a man in peak condition; dressed in one of his father’s suits and armed with their family heirloom: Hel, an old silver-colored sword that has been passed down to them since the first Sans knight aided the King of this land. Just seeing Stefan holding his father’s sword (by law and by right that’s my sword, that’s mine, mine, MINE!) made Jin’s nerves flare with a sudden, foreign kind of fury.

None of his members was left for the disciples of Ketist to arrest them. Bugatti was a little closer to Ketist Blay, so Ketist quickly raised his hands to release his power sword. The power sword is one of the category A weapons that could even kill mosquitoes. Ketist,Ketist,Ketist, let me tell you, you can't survive with your power sword. Bugatti quickly released rope to arrest Ketist Blay but the sword of Ketist was so fast about cutting the rope if it got closer to him.

Leela said, ' Then give me your hand. ''Ezra said, Leela gave Ezra her hand. Ezra grabs it rip her necklaces off her neck. Ezra was wearing a necklace with a sword on the end of it. Ezra whispers a name to herself. The sword in her hand became bigger. The sword was a long, broad, curved blade made out of steel. Wrapped expensive, white sharkskin. The sharp dual-edged blade makes this the ideal weapon if you're looking to slice, dice, stab and jab your enemies.

"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.

I furrow my brow. “A little something we came up with.” James grins. “We fit it to you, but it has retractable cords built in. You can shift and it will fit Justice. No need adjustments. That way, it secures the sword when you shift back to human form. No oversized sling to fuck around with. We only have two prototypes right now. We were hoping we would have more time to refine them, but it will still work for this purpose.”

What's the shock about? Scarlette had Alpha-Junior-Ass pinned to the ground, her foot pressing his skull into the earth by his neck and a long colourless blade sword a few inches from his face. The sword had a beautiful hilt, a water dragon of icy blue and white colours. The alpha and Beta were on guard, but they couldn't move out of fear that she would lower the deadly-looking weapon. How did he get her to snap? What was I saying? If I wasn't used to his nonsense, I would have snapped a long time ago. Luna was somehow in tears, while his sisters shook with fear. How long have I been staring at that man?

She smiled at him, ever so politely as if she did not just blow off someone head. Lars descended to the mansion backyard and put down Wilhelmina. Rachelia followed soon after and her Scion Weapon returned to its umbrella form. As Wilhelmina tidied up her skirt, Lars' eyes were fixated on the sword she wielded. It must have forged from the slitherite they got, most likely Arvin's remains. "Is that the actual plan?" Lars nodded towards the sword. "More like precaution," Rachelia said, "and it performed beautifully. Good job, Wil."

A stream of water started to build up on the edges of her sword, "Way of water! Whirlpool!" A whirlpool forms around the edges of the sword, swirling around it. As she swings it at him Tim jumps out of the way and watches her sword cut through the ground with an explosion of water and sand. Wow! He thought. Way of water sure does not disappoint. He lands feet away and dodges another whirlpool of water. "Sword Style! Way of air. Air Knot." He swings his sword in repeated X motions creating a wind of wall that shoots right at her.

Eryndor's Shadowing dagger seemed to dance in the moonlight, its dark blade slicing through the air with a haunting screee-ksss. Each strike landed with a thud-thwack-thoom, sending tremors through the troop's warriors. The troop's hearts raced as the violent zing-ting-zap of clashing daggers filled the field. The savages of warriors, fueled by fury and loyalty, clashed in a frenzy of arms and teeth. The ground grew slick with blood, the earthy smell mingling with the metallic tang of steel. Jack Wolf stood firm, his Moon-whisper spear shining with a soft, ethereal light. He parried Eryndor's strikes with a precision born of desperation, his movements a blur of speed and strength.