Sword Draw Novels & Stories

Francis said with a small frown on his face. “I mentioned it. You must have forgotten,” Ericson replied in a dismissing tone as there was no reason to be discussing what they were gradually heading to. They both stopped talking and the world around them froze but for their hearts which began to race when they saw Sarah lift up a sword above Harold. The sword which was long and without doubt, sharp, glowed and glistened with the light that bath it. The sword was made of silver. The other students were in a pile of each other, everyone of them in one way or the other, unable to help Harold and even themselves.

(It fits perfectly, okay). After packing, I took my sword and went outside to practice a bit while I was waiting for Justine to return. Before I started I studied my sword for the thousands time. It was actually very beautiful. It was silver with a blue reflection. On the blade was engraved; my daughter. It was engraved in a beautiful cursive font, above the scripture was an infinity symbol made of sapphires. The hilt was very comfortable in my hand, and the sword itself felt like an extension of my arm. The length and build of the sword were perfect.

I reopened them to hear Connor and to find myself in his arms. He gave Kara a deadly look before fleeing with me into the woods. A few minutes later, after Connor put me down, Kara caught up with us. I hide behind his back for safety. “How can you risk the lives of your pack for a feeble human?” Kara protested angrily, and her eyes started to glow in a dimmer yellow compared to Connor’s. “You have to kill me first to kill her." Sharp claws emerged from Connor's fingers. I looked at Connor's face from the side with great admiration that he was not only willing to fight a close relative for me, but also risk his life as well.

A stream of water started to build up on the edges of her sword, "Way of water! Whirlpool!" A whirlpool forms around the edges of the sword, swirling around it. As she swings it at him Tim jumps out of the way and watches her sword cut through the ground with an explosion of water and sand. Wow! He thought. Way of water sure does not disappoint. He lands feet away and dodges another whirlpool of water. "Sword Style! Way of air. Air Knot." He swings his sword in repeated X motions creating a wind of wall that shoots right at her.

"You're going to pay for damaging my shield!" In a swift motion, Severin summoned his Scarletsky Sword, the blade of which was brimming with swordwill that sliced through the surrounding space. With a firm grip on the sword, Severin unleashed thousands of sword beams upon the galaxy monster, with each one spanning ten thousand feet and sweeping away everything in its path.

Abel chanted with one hand and growled, "Sword!" A loud clang was heard, and the sword on his waist flew out from its sheath. It shone with chilling light and shot into Abel's hand like lightning and with precision. Abel pulled the sword out from its sheath, and a sinister flash was seen as the sword swung down. When it collided with all four puppets, sword aura began to shoot out with a brilliant sword flash. The fight was intense. Every exchange resulted in an airwave that made the caves tremble continuously.

Before he could finish, Hardin, who stood next to him, flicked his wrist, and his broadsword swung down in a swift arc. A chilling gleam cut through the air.

She waved her right hand, sending the hair strands hurtling towards me. I vaulted backward, just as the rope vanished from my grasp. Swiftly, I drew both my hands to wield my pair of weapons – a road sabre slashing sword and a cutlass sword with a straight or slightly curved blade, sharpened to its keen edge. Memories of my childhood friend Apolo, a skilled swordsmith, flooded my mind. He had always favored this type of sword.

“She’s inside and there is another man!” “Wait here.” Omar replied, helping the she-wolf to rest against the only wall not covered in blood. Omar moved calmly, pulling a hunting knife from his coat pocket. The way the blade winked wickedly in the pale light sent a chill down Chloe’s spine. She decided there and then she had seen enough of weapons and murder today and turned away from the door, gulping in air. Her throat burned and the bitter taste of bile still haunted Chloe’s mouth. Above her the clouds were breaking and golden sunlight was now filtering through, casting long shadows between the trees. It was too beautiful for the gruesome scene.