Stilettos Sword Novels & Stories

POINT YOUR SWORD TO ME CHAPTER 39: The Spar Dallan helplessly looked at the prepared empress. She felt as if she was going to die right now. On the other hand, while Dallan was having anxiety, Miles was the only one calm. He put his sword away and tightened the grasp of his real sword around his waist. He glimpsed at the two women, who were looking at each other. He couldn’t figure out what was on their heads as these two women are surely unpredictable.

And, here I am. "Umm, no, sir. You are staying here. Watch out for the things left here. I will be back before the sun will set, or if I could find something strange and dangerous things to where I am going. And, don't fucking argue because you are not gonna win." I told him sternly, which made his eyebrows meet in opposition. And, when he is about to argue, I pressed the button of the handle of my retractable sword in my hold that made his eyes widen in surprise as the telescopic sword blade extended up to thirty-six inches from twelve. I really love this stuff, and I have complete training with Mylo in using this weapon during my vacations back in England.

I accepted the dagger with a nod of approval, tucking it away securely. "In addition," Maxwell continued, presenting me with a silver sword, "I've had this crafted for you. Silver, lethal to vampires and wolves, but harmless to you, Your Highness. It may prove invaluable within the enemy's stronghold." I inspected the blade, a smirk tugging at the corners of my lips. "A thoughtful gesture," I acknowledged, feeling the weight of power in my grasp. "It will serve its purpose well." With a swift motion, I tested the sword's balance, nodding in satisfaction. "Let us proceed," I declared, my tone firm and commanding. "The battle has just begun".

Swordsmen were supposed to specialize in attack and damage, so why did this person seem like he specialized in defense? Jacket no longer had the heart to continue the battle. He pretended to swing his blade once more and immediately retreated. "Hey, after slashing at me for so long, you want to run? You're being a bit too optimistic, don't you think?" Sebastian smiled, no longer playing around. He raised the Red Cloud Sword, and a single strike cut through Jacket's shoulder. Blood gushed from Jacket's shoulder, quickly staining his clothes. "-90!" With a casual strike, Sebastian had drawn blood, and he couldn't help but think that his opponent was too weak.

It was a white mithril sword, around seventy centimeters long. Livi slumped and looked disappointed when she saw the price tag of that sword. She made an expression like a child who failed to get a toy. Moreover, why was she the one displaying such an expression when she was the one who brought me here? Shouldn't she have known that weapons here would be expensive?

“Essentially, I hope that you won’t go easy on me should we end up having to duel in the competition!” “Deal!” replied Gerald, who was already planning to do that anyway. After all, he wanted to have a taste of how strong the Homewood Sword Technique actually was. Now that Levi had specifically asked for it, Gerald knew he didn’t have to hold back any longer… It truly was a win-win situation. Regardless, the trio then continued having jovial conversations till they finished their meals. As promised, Levi took the duo to his family’s smithery right after lunch. The smithery itself was a landmark in Shontell, with the building looking like a gigantic sword that had been stabbed into the ground

Turning away from the others, I point the sword in front of me and almost drop it when a flame shoots out but stops before it touches anything. "Whoa," I say softly. When I turn around, I see Wyatt and Jock have swords, but theirs are slightly different. Wyatt's has a blue handle and shoots out ice, enough to freeze someone in place. Jock's has a green handle and shoots out electricity. "I guess you got your answer," Zoe says, staring at the three of us in shock. I smile and nod. "Now we're prepared to kick some ass. Let's see what the next message says, and then we'll head out." I say, putting my sword in the red sheath that magically appeared at my side. Maybe I'll cut Selene some slack as

Lexi and Genie had been nice enough to collect them all for me and were helping me through them, but I knew that I wouldn't be getting anything else done tonight. He stopped me just as I was about to grasp the handle of my door, taking hold of my wrist and drawing my attention back to him once more as I raised an eyebrow at him in question. "Here," he pushed the two smaller short swords he had been carrying into my hands, and for the second time tonight, I could have sworn my eyebrows actually became part of my hairline for a moment. "They're special made, extremely lightweight blades meant for speed more than anything else. They're not going to pierce through any heavy armor, but if you kno

The great weight of his shadow-anchors pulled the side of the Arbitrator of the Fourth Grid down making its perfect body twist violently against the granite floor. "Kaelen, the core!" Ryker whispered, his boots sliding across the floor as the Arbitrator of the Fourth Grids silver rods groaned under the weight. Kaelen was already moving. Kaelen did not use a strike. The Order Field would have stopped it. Kaelen swung his notched star-metal sword in a diagonal arc that cut through the frozen snowflakes like a knife through silk. The sword, made hot by the stolen power of the keeps had a strong uncontrolled heat that went against the perfect physics of the Fourth Grid.