Survival Story Of A Sword King Characters Novels & Stories

Lincoln's hands grew weak immediately. Whaat??? Sally?? Martha's friend?? His brows arched as he looked at the man who was still panting heavily. "You liar" he growled. "You're trying to blame someone else for your own mistakes?? Tell me the truth or I'll kill you?!!" "It is the truth!" The man yelled in fear just as the King lifted the sword again. He couldn't take it anymore. Never.

I place my soup down and unsheath my sword from its holder placed on the table. I turn to the other people in this house and show them to be quiet. Swiftly and calmly I open the door. I was expecting King Leonardo or perhaps even someone else. Not the messenger boy that looks at me with such despair. "My king. Your brother has escaped." Are the first words out of his mouth.

The King got off the bed and she sat up, watching him as he walked straight to the wall and unhung a sword, swung it twice and walked back to occupy a space on the bed, seated beside her he allowed her feel the sharpness of the sword. "This is a Chaka sword, it's rare" she said while running her fingers on it. The King was surprised at her level of exposure and he held her hand, looking into her eyes. "That's why I love you Lume, you are intelligent, smart, kind and loving. I would do anything to keep you beside me forever. This sword was given to my late father as a present by his own wife the night that he was killed by the same wife. Each time I look at it it reminds me that I shouldn't g

The sword of each king of disciple would be different due to the strength of their character and power. The sword's appearance was inversely proportional to the strength of the king's power—the stronger the power, the more battered the sword. The more battered the sword, the more lacking that king of disciples was in regards to his control of power because all aspects of his physical fitness had begun to deteriorate. Moreover, when the power exceeded the limit allowed by the rules, the king of disciples would go berserk and the sword would fall, destroying the king of disciples as well as everything around him!

Thornwild followed through the mist, their green markings bright against dark armour. The first king pulled the spear from Raiken’s side. Raiken did not fall. Shigure reached the chamber first. His sword found the first king’s throat. The spirit dissolved before the blade touched him and reformed near the broken wall. Daigo came through next, carrying two axes and wearing a grin that did not belong in a collapsing tower. “You started without us.” Raiken pressed one hand over his wound. “You took too long.” “We had to collect an army.” Hayate entered with Kiyomi beside him. Renji followed, blood covering one sleeve.

"You don't speak to the King unless he’s literally breathing down your neck asking you a question. Rule two: you don't look the guests in the eye. They’re looking for a reason to flex, and you’re the easiest target in the building. Rule three: you’re the only Stavros left. Act like it by staying alive. If you catch a stray because you wanted to be 'brave,' that’s on you." The words hit Nikos like a physical blow. The only Stavros left. He’d suspected it. He’d seen the smoke rising from the estate, heard the screams that the rain couldn't drown out. But hearing it out loud, delivered with such casual brutality, made the world tilt. His father, his brothers... all gone. Deleted from the map. H

He was her great grandfather. Standing up in the middle of the mess, he swepted his hands down his pant legs. Once finished he turned to the King and gave him a bowed. Turning around he bowed his head in respect to the council members in front of him. As he lifted his head, his eyes looked straight at Jezzebelle and they had rage firing in them and it was directed straight at her. Janelle was being watched by two of the royal guards, the Leigonaires. Highly trained skilled warriors with one purpose to dedicate and protect the royal family. But as the King never married, it is just him they are dedicated to. Bryon and Cassius have no problem flexing their muscles in the right direction even i

I shift back into my human form in a flash of heat and fury. My sword is already in my hand thanks to some fae magic gifted to us from Elarion. The first man dies before he can raise his weapon. The second falls moments later. Fae magic flashes across the courtyard as one of their warriors lunges toward me, his blade glowing with arcane fire. I meet him head-on. Steel screams as our weapons collide. “You fight for a dying king,” he snarls. I shove him back with a surge of strength. “No,” I reply coldly.

He knew himself that he cant buy a good sword as he have to buy body tempering technique too with this little amount of money. As he tried to pick a sword he saw a beautiful black sword in the corner of rack, Theo mesmerized and uttered," what a beautiful black sword", suddenly from back he heard the word," isn't it beautiful, to sad the cultivator from whom i got the sword told me that this sword cannot cut anything, its dull sword". Suddenly as if deciding something Theo decide that he will take that sword. Theo walked out of the blacksmith shop shouting," Thank you, old man jiang"

To him and to everyone else that mattered in the kingdom, my humanity was a weakness, a loophole from which enemies could get to the royal family or cripple the kingdom and as an icing to the cake, legend had it that my humanity could lead to everyone’s demise just like it had done in King Julian’s story. Well, not everyone died in his story, at least he had the decency to save his son and a substantial part of his kingdom. The only ones that didn’t make it were the ones that were hell-bent on staying beside the good king during his time of distress. Turns out that a lot of the subjects were painfully loyal to their king and decided to stay back after they found out he was trying to send the