Survival Story Of A Sword King Characters Novels & Stories

POV: Isolde (Izzy) Thorne I couldn't breathe. The air in the hall felt like it was made of lead. I looked at the man standing over me. He had my brother’s eyes, my brother’s messy brown hair, and my brother’s face. But he was holding a sword to the king's throat. "Leo, stop!" I screamed. I tried to shield Alaric’s body with my own. "What are you doing? These men are rebels! They are the ones who started the war!"

The kids present scrambles to him and he pecks all of them on their hair one after the other till the last of them. "That's your sword great King. Keep it safe and pass it on to your offspring." "I do want to keep it. But I can't cause it is yours now" the King mimics him. Chris smiles at him and draws out the sword. He cleans off the blood which was dripping from it and looks at the Priestess. The Priestess smiles and hands over to him a cover and hang pack for the sword and he covers it and hangs it in his faded jeans. "We will be leaving now." The King, Priestess, and the beings nod and he fades away with Isabella in his arms their happiness so radiant in their faces.

"You must be wondering why I asked you about that. The truth is that all my soldiers asked me for a favor about what I told you. I just wanted to train, but they all did not defeat me, and neither did I see what I wanted to see in someone." "He's a strange king, but I can tell he's a kind king because of the way he talks to a soldier. He's just weird about the sword." She was stunned because she had forgotten that this king in front of her was the one skilled in the use of the sword; he was the one appointed "The Sword King." "Just a moment, and I'll make sure you don't get hurt." She stared at the king's face. His aura was light and he was always smiling, so she nodded in agreement with wha

A few moments later, Shaun Yarn had sustained several sword wounds. Although he had suffered a fair amount of injuries, only five enemies remained standing. Shaun had sent three of the swordsmen to their deaths with his broken sword. As the Northern Sword King, even though Shaun was faced with the swordsmen from the ancient martial arts world, he still maintained his composure and fought calmly. Though he was injured, he was still capable of finishing off his opponents. The kind of strength he possessed was quite impressive.

" 'HELP!' she screamed, but they didn’t listen. They thrust the golden dagger into her chest, and her blood spilled out. They collected it into a golden cup and served it to him. He drank from the cup as though it were ordinary wine, and just like that, the vampire king’s curse was broken. The end!" She ended the story with a squeal and a bright smile, but what she got in return were long faces. "What?" she blinked, confused. "You don’t like the ending?" She searched their faces for answers.

I tried to keep my stand as her attack became stronger as well, hitting harder without resting. After she was done attacking and having a hard time breathing, I took the opportunity to start attaching instead. She dodged each swing and kicked the sword from my hand. She was the only one holding the sword now, and she immediately swung into my direction but dodged the attack and went behind her, hitting her hand holding the sword, and it fell from her grip. There we stood without swords.

His wolf growled staying low to the ground but making his way towards me, I tried backing away from him but the turret I was chained against kept me from doing so. “That’s why I need to kill you, no one will understand until they have felt what it’s like for your soulmate, the one who completes you to die. Perhaps the King will start ruling his kingdom correctly with that knowledge!” He growled so close to my face as I wept, I was alone with this monster that wanted me gone and I couldn’t fight back. “STEP AWAY FROM THE QUEEN!” From the other side of the area shouts a guard, a gun in his hand pointed right at Stuart, four others all holding giant guns soon joining suit.

“He has no consistent groomer; his mood can change at any moment.” “Only with the king is he the most obedient and calm. It makes us look like liars when we say he’s difficult,” Drakon added. “I hear only the king has ever ridden him, and the last person who pulled his reins too hard was beheaded?” Sienna asked as we stepped outside, preparing to carry the plates back. Evening was descending quickly. Groth shook his head. “Not beheaded—had his arms cut off personally by the king. Poor thing died from the shock.”

"I hope that with this sword, you can become a king who will bring a bright future and a life full of happiness to your people. Protect your people and believe that this kingdom will always be safe! Believe in your people, and in the future, this kingdom will continue to prosper. Can you do it?" "I, Chen Wu, have been crowned the new king of the kingdom. I will do my duty to the best of my ability until the day I die. And I will not disgrace the ancestors who lived and fought for the prosperity of this kingdom! I will bear everything for the sake of this kingdom!" Chen Wu replied in a firm voice, even though at first Long Chen clearly saw that he did not want to accept it. "Well then... Cong

On the pavilion floor lay a sword carved with a dragon, and standing on it was the man who had shouted. He stooped slightly, breath ragged; his eyes were bloodshot, bulging as if they might pop from their sockets. Through gritted teeth he thought, 'Xiu Jian is a damned wretch! I can’t even burn his sword!' Indeed, the trembling, furious man was Huang Fu, and the blade beneath his boot was the Sacred Dragon Sword. He had tried to set the sword aflame—yet not only did the flames refuse to take, the fuel he poured seemed to be absorbed and vanished, drying as if swallowed by the metal itself.