Novel & Cerita Strawberry Jam Sword

He’s just asking for death. It was as though he’d pointed out a clear path for the sword. “Dumba*s. I just hope my sword won’t destroy that rare treasure of yours.” “And my precious vase as well. You better protect it well.” In his view, the sword turned into a flashing red streak of light and struck Alex… Then, in a second, it pierced the area between Alex’s brows. The corners of Julian’s mouth moved upwards into a sneer. Despite that, before he could complete the smile, he was quickly overtaken by shock.

The lake was beautiful and the air smelled fresh and she enjoyed it, taking deep breaths at a time. She unmounted and secured Zara to a tree bark close the shore. The horse nipped her hand playfully as she rubbed her snout. Odeya fed her a snow apple then removed her vest. She placed it in the bag and unsheathed her sword. It was a one handed sword with double edges. She had named it Vixen because of the fox's head on the hilt. It was the prize of her first victory in unarming a soldier in her father's army.

She took a deep breath and opened it gently. Inside the box laid an ornate weapon, no longer than five feet. From a quick look, Cassana could tell the handle was made of obsidian. A fine carving of wreathe with the shape of willow leaves twisted around the handle up to its arms. The upper and lower limbs, made of either holly or cedar, extended out from the handle to form an exquisite symmetrical arc that curved on its ends. A string made of sinew fiber stretched from one groove to the other, pulling the wood into shape, while seemingly emanating an ineffable hum.

Again. While I tried to think of what to do, Jenny slowly raised her hands over her head, forcing them up one centimetre at a time, until she was able to grasp the hilt of the sword with both hands again. She tilted her head down. Her teeth were bared, tightly pressed together, grimacing against the pain. Her eyes sparkled blue with static. The Jester’s eyes flinched backwards but not fast enough. The sword came scything down between them. And passed straight through.

“This is no accessory and I’m no young lady. You will tell me why you are here with these beasts.” “Larice!” Estevan whispered incredulously at the sight of the sword, but she ignored. The man’s smirk didn’t fade—it grew wider instead. “A match it is, then. You win and you’ll have my word, you lose and you’ll give me the sword, savvy?” He drew out one of his blades—a long curved saber, and despite his injuries, he made his stance. “Sevyh, have you lost your mind?” The golden-eyed beast called to him. “We don’t have time to waste on a girl—“

Countless fragments embedded in my flesh. “This is your lesson! No one is allowed to bandage you! “Reflect on what you’ve done. Come apologize when you’ve figured it out!” With that, Leon picked Ella up and left without looking back. My eyes burned, and my vision blurred. One by one, tears fell onto the broken pieces of the figurine. Though the wounds hurt, my chest hurt so much that I could barely breathe. The two little figures on the ornament had shattered completely, custom-made by Leon when he proposed to me.

“Nice! With this, I can finally make a cut!” “Well, swords are meant to cut something, aren’t they?” Darrion smiled. “Don’t start.” Jai looked at him and the blonde shrugged. Then he noticed something on his friend’s ear. “Is that a rose?” Jai asked. Darrion nodded. “It’s from the fairy. A barrier or something like that.” Jai nodded. “Okay.” He unsheathed the sword and looked to the snake’s direction. “Alright. Time to give this snake our painful duo.”

Swoosh! Jay immediately drew his sword and pointed the edge at Caspian. The sword in Jay's hand had lines on its surface, and it looked like a lightning inscription. The sword light was unsheathed, and it quickly made everyone present feel pressured as if a thick black cloud pressed the top of their head, and there was a constant sound of muffled thunder.

The heraldic crest was unknown to me. The stranger went to the smith and started looking at the swords that were displayed there. He was searching for a specific sword, light weighted. The sword he carried was mix between a saber and a sword. The hilt and the cross-guard were that of a sword-simple but elegant. The blade was curved. Because of its length the stranger carried the sword on his back. "None of them are the one I search," the strange said. "Wait, stranger, I think I have one…" the smith went into the shop, after a few minutes he returned holding a blade in his hand. "I think it is Dwarven made."

Just as the fruit knife was about to pierce Liam's chest, Liam narrowed his eyes and flicked his finger gently. Clang! A crisp sound echoed as the fruit knife spun in the air and flew back violently! Swoosh— The blade shot into the wall behind them, embedding itself deeply. If one could take a closer look, they would see that the blade, made of fine steel and specially crafted by Jarso, was now covered in cracks resembling the shell of a turtle. It looked as though it could shatter at any moment! Liam's strength had undergone significant changes since his first encounter with Snake Nine and the others. His inner energy, vast like the ocean, had grown stronger.