Sword Art Online Kirito Harem Novels & Stories

Boro and Mika stood in the sand circle as the two finalists. The animosity between the two was so thick in the air it was almost palpable. Boro stood in the ready form, Crane In The Water, standing perfectly balanced on one leg, his sword held out before him. Mika stood in a form that Boro didn't recognize. Boro prided himself on knowing all the forms of classical, and modern, sword art, the fact he didn't recognize this one was puzzling.

"Tell me, what I need to do, so you won't hate and ignore me again after this, I don't want to be like Klein who's always crying for his mate's mercy, after being naughty" Aru laughed and Kiro let him be until all was left was a pretty smile. "Don't you dare think of cheating on me, then" Kiro's eyebrow perked, his question was not answered but rather felt like being threatened instead? But Kiro would die first before he could think of cheating, no one can be compared to his Aru, and he'd rather be an outcast in the whole Philippines than to lead a harem. "I won't" A simple two words but deeper than the ocean.

sneered the swordsman, driving his blade mercilessly into the man’s back, piercing through to his belly. “My husband!” screamed the woman in anguish, clutching her daughter tightly as tears streamed down her face. The little girl’s wailing soon joined her mother’s cries, filling the night with sorrow. “Finish them all! I must return to Leader Huang,” the swordsman declared coldly, yanking his blade free from the lifeless body at his feet. The man wearing a black headband, emblazoned with two downward-curving golden lines, burst forward with lightning speed toward the circle of swordsmen who were besieging a lone warrior of the Sacred Dragon Sect.

"We don't need to go to Lin's house. Let's go to my place so I can change. This is a minor wound. I can handle it myself." Ludriev took her spirit sword she had previously put on the side of the arena, and followed him without anymore words. Spirit sword was forged in a special method for those who reached a certain level in swordsmanship. The sword was unique and believed to be sacred, as it had its own spirit, which, if it didn't feel a strong connection with the wielder, they wouldn't be able to use it. Therefore, usually a sword spirit only had one owner and vice versa.

The more I mold into his arms, the less the pain of Adryan’s rejection stings… as if the kiss itself is repairing the frayed end of my bond. He breaks off the kiss and takes my face in his hands. “Don’t you dare fucking tell me that cunt had any part of your soul. You weren’t his, no matter how powerful that spell was; you’re mine, Kira Volkova, and I am going to claim you as my mate.” I sob. “How can you be so sure I’m your mate? This could all just be us being in love-” Arkyn takes my hand and places it at the nape of his neck. “Run your fingers down here,” he says, then when I caress the spot, he lets out a groan that causes my core to throb. “Fuck… okay, now feel this.”

With every enemy he defeated, he snarled in victory. Kiara moved swiftly with her swords, tearing through her enemies with swift precision. Left, right. Up, and down. In the head, shoulders, back. She cared not where her sword cut through, or that she was drenched in blood of others…perhaps her own too and sweat. She couldn’t feel any pain yet. For every Southern wolf that struck down an enemy, three more from Stormrider took their place. Arrows rained from above.

Dilo replied, stroking her chin to feign thoughtfulness. “Here is your sword,” Rex snorted, cutting their conversation off before it continued, handing over the two-handed blade to Dilo. “I believe my words saying she is not humourful have led her further down that path,” Kiri chuckled, seeing the tension between Dilo and Kealy, her voice suddenly going sharp and serious as she continued, “Once I begin to retract my domain, the creatures that reside in here that are not of my design will be able to see us, and I have it on good authority they will attack us.”

“What is your name?” “Ren Shibasaki.” “I see,” said Hekate. “My name is Yuri Kirisawa. It is only common courtesy to let your opponent know your name before a fight. I only have five minutes at most to mess about with you. Let’s not waste any time here.” Ren snorted. “Exactly what I was thinking,” he said. And the next moment, they moved.

With a smile, he said, "Do you want my woman to undress?" Sora's eyes twitched as he instinctively wanted to retreat. But in the end, he managed to compose himself. He gritted his teeth and replied, "Impossible! How can you be alive? Sverker went to stop you together with 500 Origin Sword Style elites! It was enough to kill multiple True Warriors! How is it possible that you're appearing before me unharmed!" Sora was almost screaming in the end. There was despair and regret in his eyes. He refused to believe after preparing so much, Harvey was still left unscathed.

she said. She looked away, attempting to recover what little composure she had left. "Lewis, don't listen to her. She's never even seen what a max-level account looks like." My smile carried a hint of sarcasm. "Since you're so confident, let's talk about mechanics." I turned to Lewis and said in a composed, matter-of-fact tone, "After the recent update, the mage skill 'Frostworld' had its cast animation reduced by half a second. To prevent it from being interrupted in cross-server PvP, should the third row go for 'Rapid Cooldown' or 'Frost Shield'?"