Sword Draw Novels & Stories

As they passed through the canyon and leaped over the river, they finally arrived in front of the yard. Swoosh! A dart flew through the air. It was as fast as a bullet. The tip of the dart shone brightly and headed straight between the old man’s eyebrows. However, the dart did not even get close to three meters before the old man suddenly unsheathed his sword with a loud ‘swoosh’. The old man blocked the dart with the longsword as the dart hit the longsword, making some sparks. The dart fell onto the ground while the old man stood up with his sword in hand.

He whispers it to him so I don't know exactly what it is. Then we reach a stall where there is different kinds of weapons available. I look at them all, but none suits Rudra. Then one weapon catches my eyes. It is a sword. Actually not a sword, the sword. It's handle has beautiful carving of Swarnalipuram's emblem that is snowy mountains and sea under it in golden white colors. "Oh! it is such a wonderful sword and so sharp. Ouch" I say as test his sharpness which is good. "Are you okay? See what you did." Rudra scolds me as he put handkerchief on my thumb where I made little cut.

Before Harvey could act, the back door of Toyota Prado was opened. Edwin, who had been prepared for a long time, came out. The long sword in his hands was already unsheathed. He swung it instantly the moment he came out. Shing! The blade glinted as it slashed its targets. Three Islander warriors closest to Harvey clutched their throats and slumped to the ground in disbelief in the next second. Edwin didn’t bother sparing them a look. Instead, he took a step forward and continued slashing around him.

“Impressive. What’s your draw?” “Only 25 pounds. It’s a very light draw for a longbow I know, but then I’m not expected to be on the front line of any serious fighting. The 25 pounds will bring down a hare, rabbit, pheasant or seriously injure a person at close range. That’s all I really need. And as for my next trick...” Astrid’s hand flung forward and a dagger appeared next to the arrows. “Would you like another demonstration?” She sweetly asked. Sigwulf smiled, looked at her and whipped his hand forwards. Another dagger appeared next to Astrid’s. There was a faint ‘thunk’ as Astrid threw her second dagger, not looking at the target just as the knight had done.

Harvey's face was twisted with rage, he channeled all his martial arts strength into the heavy sword through his right arm. The sword's edge exuded a gleam that was over a foot long and it shimmered brilliantly. It was clear that Harvey had lost all his patience; his only desire was to kill the man in front of him and to avenge past humiliations. Immediately, he thrust his sword toward Woody and aimed for a fatal blow. Whoosh! The blade's edge cut through the air with a sharp whistle, it was swift as a gale and fierce as lightning. "Quick, look! That's the Iron Sword Sect's most powerful technique, 'The West Strike!'"

The crowd could feel that the heat and cold had collided while looking at the swords on the stage. “Let me introduce to you the Blaze Wild Sword and the Deadly Glaze Sword. Blaze Wild Sword is a must be suggested for the people who had fire attributes and were accustomed to fire. The Deadly Glaze Sword is for the people who had Ice attributes. These swords are made by a Grade 5 Novice Armament Master.” Lark Oz said while showing them the swords that Luna had made.

A long sword, two daggers, four short knives, two silver knuckle dusters in the shape of a wolf's paw, a sweet matte black shotgun and a small pen. “Sweeeeet,” I drawled and lifted the sword. It fit perfectly in my hand, like it was measured just for it. I swung it and it was everything I wanted. It was already in sync with me. I wasn't 100% perfect with my weaponry yet, but this gift already pushed me to work towards perfection. “I love them. I love them so much,” I cooed. Raven crossed his arms. “But they're silver, babe,” I commented.

Sophie stood beside me, her eyes wide with excitement. "Today, we will explore different types of weapons and find out which ones are most suitable for each of you," Scarllet announced, a mischievous gleam in her eyes. "Lina, why don't you start with the sword?" I eagerly nodded, taking a step forward to pick up an elegant sword with a silver hilt. It felt surprisingly natural in my grip as I swung it through the air, testing its weight and balance. Scarllet watched me closely, nodding in approval.

Turning away from the others, I point the sword in front of me and almost drop it when a flame shoots out but stops before it touches anything. "Whoa," I say softly. When I turn around, I see Wyatt and Jock have swords, but theirs are slightly different. Wyatt's has a blue handle and shoots out ice, enough to freeze someone in place. Jock's has a green handle and shoots out electricity. "I guess you got your answer," Zoe says, staring at the three of us in shock. I smile and nod. "Now we're prepared to kick some ass. Let's see what the next message says, and then we'll head out." I say, putting my sword in the red sheath that magically appeared at my side. Maybe I'll cut Selene some slack as

The white-haired and white-browed young man had unsheathed his long sword. It was a strange long sword that was as clear as jade. One flank of the sword was the cutting edge, and the other flank was a sharp sawteeth-shaped edge. The blade was long and narrow, and it looked like a beam of silver light when it shook. Every time it shook, a beam of light shot out from it like a fierce tiger coming out of a box. Swoosh! Swoosh! Swoosh! Swoosh!