Stilettos Sword Novels & Stories

The weapon skidded across the dirt before tumbling out of the way. Without breaking stride, she reached one of the weapon racks built into the arena wall. Her hand closed around the hilt of a polished steel sword. The blade slid free with a sharp metallic clang, catching a beam of sunlight and throwing a blinding glimmer across the pit. Suddenly, Melani drew a second sword; she weighed it in her palm for a single, terrifying heartbeat before hurling it straight at Zaden. The sword spun through the air, slicing through the golden shafts of sunlight as it hurtled toward him.

Boro stood and slammed his right fist into his left palm and pressed them to his chest, saluting his new Lord. With a audible sigh of relief Lord Jetir nodded to Boro acknowledging his deference and then stood up and walked around the table. He streched out his hand, and motioned for Boro to hand him his blade. He drew his sword from it's scabbard, the sound it made was like the sound of city bells chiming for the first morning hour, a single clear Sssshhrrunngg, and offered him the sword hilt first.

I peered into one, holding it up to the candle holder, the liquid inside swirl as I swilled it. I Put them in the special holsters made into the jackets exterior, and tightened my black boots I removed from under the bed. I was already in black pants. We needed to blend in with the night, so that's we wore all black. "Let's go," I said at last, after removing my silver plated sword from the hatch in the ceiling and stowing it in the special holster at my left side. We got outside and onto mounted the black stallions. The horses grunted in response.

My fingers are on my chin as I crouched and looked at it. The cover or the sheath was silver with a few pints of gold, I don't understand the engravings etched on it. Because of my curiosity, I held it and released it from its sheath. Unlike other sword, its blade was bluish and silver, the handle was wood in color and the cover was glass. It was not as heavy as it look. I lifted it up and swayed it... Imagining I was a samurai fighting some bad guys. I chuckled.

They did not even manage to knock on the door with the two wings, for a few stray arrows aimed at their chests seemed to say goodbye to them in that chase, three horsemen fell petrified on the stone floor and Englishmen led by Robert clenched their swords, the captain was about to cut off his head, if Stomerville was not stationed with a crossbow, it would certainly have been, with the sentence above his head, which you hold to the captain's neck, and from here the gun pulley will continue the natural story that will trigger at each press of the bark and long trigger for that time. Robert had not been careful again, and a last rider, in the chase of the horse, pushed him into a manger with o

Guardian Quade was one of them. “Alliance Leader!” Guardian Quade arrived at the hall and presented the sword. “This is the sacred sword retrieved from Ethereal Tower.” Swoosh. Gabriel waved his hand, and the sword flew into his palm. He examined it closely and nodded. “So this is one of the nine Sky Genesis Swords that unlocks the Immortal Palace. Not bad at all. However…” Gabriel looked at Guardian Quade with a slight frown. “With your strength, Dominic Stark and Benjamin Cruz are no match for you, even if they worked together. Why do you look so wretched?”

He heard the whistle of wind, the rhythm of footsteps approaching fast. He gripped his sword hilt, standing sharply, body coiled with tension. “Who’s there?!”

She didn't for once think Darla would hesitate before driving the sword into Niles if she hadn't quietened down. Simran looked around, but all she could see was the mist. She heard a rustle nearby. Twigs snapped and someone ran over them. Everyone in the group fell silent. The hazy moonlight and the mist made it difficult to see anything. Suddenly the flap of wings was heard and everyone drew their swords from their sheaths, except for Manton who drew daggers from his belt. The hilts were studded with red, blue, green and yellow gemstones that glowed dully in the darkness.

There was also a golden cover at the center of its handle, and there were some abstract designs embossed on it. Cordelia's spear can shrink into a handy weapon with blue crystal blades on both ends but in different sizes, from where the mainly used one is much longer and visible than the other one. Its handle was made with silver metal with shiny and tiny pieces of crystals sprinkled all over it. Her partner—Helios, got his sword upgraded as well. His weapon could turn into different styles and sizes that he thought would fit into a certain battle.

Count Croyso smiled and nodded, asking Thomas to take it. Selena brought out a dazzling short sword, its sheath made of gold and encrusted with gems, the hilt adorned with a large, lustrous pearl. It was incredibly valuable. Holding the sword with both hands, Selena said, “Father, you are a warrior, and this sword suits you perfectly. I went to great lengths to find it, so you must like it, or I’ll take it back!”