Strawberry Jam Sword Novels & Stories

I huffed and walked two spaces away. A glint caught my eye, high on the far wall hung a single sword no one had touched… sleek, curved blade, Japanese in style, deadly elegant. I crossed to it and picked it up letting my fingers glide on the blades sharp edge, it sliced through my skin drawing blood. I gasped, eyes widening in shock at its sharpness as I sucked the blood off my finger.“Majestic isn’t it? the katana” Smith strolled to stand beside me“Is that what it’s called?” I pulled my finger out of my mouth not really paying attention to him and just like I expected, the skin had knitted back together. I healed faster than a normal wolf. Always had.

It smelled of damp stone, old hay, and solitude. Makil was already there, warming up with a series of fluid stretches that further betrayed his training. He wore similar clothes to yesterday, and two practice longswords were thrust into the ground at the center of the yard. Leigh arrived silently, a shadow detaching from the deeper shadows of the archway. She'd re-braided her hair tightly. She said nothing, simply walked to the center, pulled one sword from the earth, and tested its weight. "No rules," Makil said, pulling the other. "First to yield, or be disarmed."

she sits up and stretches like she’s been asleep all the while, “Ready?” “Yep,” I say, popping the p, looking around for my sword and removing the big black jacket I wore over a small tight green top and shorts. Finally finding my sword leaning gracefully against the bark of a tree, I pick it up, admiring its uniqueness. An ice sword befitting an ice queen, with a handle carved so perfectly for my slender fingers to get a good grip, it has a perfect weight with a blade so sharp and shiny. Although she looks fragile, she’s a lot tougher and can withstand any amount of pressure or force, just like her owner. Smirking at the comparison, I swirl the sword around and point at Anora, who’s now sta

She didn't even glance at the sword, merely raised her slender hand and tapped the blade lightly with her jade-like finger, as if it were nothing. "Ding." A crisp sound, like jade striking jade, rang out across the arena. Isaiah felt an overwhelming, irresistible force surge from the sword, making his palm ache violently. The sword nearly flew from his grip. He staggered back several steps, his face pale as he looked at Amelia, his eyes full of disbelief.

He had to consider who he was fighting for. The thoughts that were spinning through his mind suddenly came to a grinding halt. Without saying a word, Alex reached his right arm over his shoulder. The sword sheathed on his back was not like a normal blade. He crafted it himself with precise ingenuity. On the hilt of the sword, a small handle stuck outward from the side. Alex grabbed hold of the handle and pulled the sword from his back. The blade itself was rather short, only a little over fifteen inches in length. Attached from the bottom end of the hilt was a series of firm, leather straps, which Alex quickly fitted along his arm just above his elbow. Alex had been taught from day one that

Tough luck. “Since when did you need to start hunting for juice like it’s an animal that needs to be captured? Fred questioned. “What happened to opening the fridge and taking whatever flavor you want?” “That’s because this particular flavor is rare and hard to find,” I replied. He tossed a sword to me. “And did you manage to find this rare juice?” I nodded, catching the sword mid-air. “Yes. And I managed to find it.” I gazed up at nothing, reminiscing about what had happened in the kitchen. “It tasted better than I imagined”

Jasper returned from the bleacher area carrying two long pure silver swords with dark purple handles. “Ah, my babies…I haven’t seen you in weeks!” Elleanna said as her eyes lit up in excitement upon seeing the swords. “Ok..your mate is so awesome!” Dylan said as he watched her expertly pick up the swords without touching the blades. Elleanna returned to the center of the track with her swords. Romero smiled and watched her as she used the music to time her attacks on the dummies. A slight breeze filled the air and she stopped swinging her swords at the dummies.

"I hope you like gooseberry jam, Mr Green. I have strawberry as well. That's more traditional with scones, isn't it. Let me get you some strawberry." She starts struggling up to her walking frame, but I lay my hand on her shoulder. "That's really not necessary, Mrs Polevski. I'm very partial to gooseberry jam. Thank you." I slice a scone in half, lightly crusted on the outside and breathing fragrant warmth from the inside. Slathering it with enough cream to support a respectable dairy industry and jam that smells of springtime and warm meadows, I bite in. Wonderful... "So how are you, Mrs Polevski? Is everything alright with the property?"

Damon said, and I thank him for that, ------- Zack" Lollie stand up straight and she waves her sword in the air then she stops the sword and it was upside down in front of her, the blaze of the sword was more intense and she put some paper spell on it, and the fire from the sword turns into color blue and I think it was more powerful than earlier.

I look to Lance who is mind-linking before her presence is felt before she has even entered the marquee. She enters at the back, for a grander entrance. Lorrel likes smoke and lights, she was an artist. In her hands was a large silver sword with the royal emblem of a crown on top of an S, the same as my mark. She walks through the alphas and lunas earning gasps from the powerful aura she was emitting out. She places the sword on the table in front of us, before walking and standing next to me. On closer inspection I could see the sword was most likely silver. As well as the royal emblem, it had a large black jewel surrounded by small red ruby gems.