Sword Flowers Novels & Stories

BLADE 3. Pain. It was all I felt when I shot my eyes opened. I felt so sore and tired. The memories of how Lorenzo plunged deeper into me last night filled my mind. He was so cruel to me. I didn't find any enjoyment in it at all. I tried lifting my hands and I was happy It was back to functioning. My tit hurts too as a result of the sucking he did last night.

Blood darkens his fur. He doesn’t make a sound. The cut doesn’t slow him. I duck under a snapping jaw and roll, coming up on one knee with my second blade already up. I strike again. Deeper. Cleaner. This is familiar. The burn in my arms. The narrowing of my vision. The way the rest of the world drops out when my body remembers what it’s for.

She gasped out in pain and soon I lost awareness of what I was doing. Camille's loud screams brought me back to reality and then I let go of her wrist which was pale white. She crawled away from me, gripping her wounded wrist. "What the hell, Blade!!!" "I'm sorry." I said, confused. "So what am I, Camille?" She rose up and washed her wrist under the tap and then injected herself with sowmthign before returning to the mat. "Am I a Vampire?" I asked, terrified. She laughed. "No, Blade. You're a wolf but not an ordinary one."

The war raged on, a battle of power and soul, each stroke striking like a crescendo amid the storm. My trembling palm clutched Xavier's sword, a relic of power that pulsed with an energy I didn't understand. The blade became an extension of my will as the Demon leaped at me with murderous intent. The sword clashed with its opponent's blade in a dance of survival, each strike mirroring the ferocious struggle for power.

As if an avalanche, the attack came down on Alex like a thousand falling boulders. Alex narrowed his eyes and called for the Sword of the Universe, using it to form a formation circle. Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom! Loud explosions filled the air. Alex was thrown back ten meters or so, leaving a long, deep trail on the ground. Suzaku yelled again, "Breaking Swords Lock!" "There's more?" Alex froze, standing still as he contemplated if he should use the Seven Blades of Death and the Breaking Point.

It burned in my veins, fierce and alive. A sudden gust of wind burst out from around me, lifting the dust and ash. The red moon pulsed. Caden turned toward me, still holding Duncan’s wolf by the throat. His eyes narrowed. “What are you doing?” I didn’t answer. My hand reached out and the sword answered. With a flash of blue light, the Sword of Nytheris vanished from Caden’s grip. He looked down in shock as it dissolved from his hand and flew straight toward mine, slicing through the air like it had been waiting.

I stretched my hand, grabbed the sword, and swivelled my body in mid-air, making a perfect hero's skill. I landed on the ground, and I felt my muscles urging me to fight. I can feel my whole body aching for war, ready to shed blood. I am ready to show them what they just did to me, to get revenge and to teach them that no one messes with Rey Reed and goes Scot free. I unsheathed the sword from its housing, and I was awed by its sight. It was different from any other sword I had ever seen. It is glowing red, instead of the normal white.

But Luna's unwavering determination never wavered, and they pressed on. Suddenly, they came upon a massive chamber, its walls adorned with intricate symbols and ancient markings. In the center of the room, atop a stone pedestal, lay a majestic sword, pulsating with raw energy. Luna's eyes widened with recognition. "The Sword of Light," she whispered. "Legend has it that this ancient artifact has the power to banish darkness." Amelia approached the sword cautiously, her hands trembling with anticipation. As she reached out to touch it, the room rumbled once more, causing debris to fall around them.

"Yes, Teacher!" Paisley laid out the weapons she had brought. The dark iron tray glowed with the wolves' unique shadow-light—each weapon was imbued with a faint soul energy. She first picked up a long, slender sword. Silver, cloud-like patterns floated on the blade, and the grip was wrapped in deer hide soaked in wolf blood. "Ellen, this 'Clear Wind Wolf Soul Sword' suits you best. When you swing it, it can draw on your pheromones to increase speed. I hope you continue to advance your swordsmanship."

I held my hand out, feeling mist and black smoke gather, forming into a cool length of metal that sang against my skin. The Sword lengthened as if from thin air and I hefted it, the weight gleaming black metal comforting in my hands. I slashed in the direction of Eryndor’s lunge and he twisted, barely managing to get out of the way. He tumbled to the ground behind me and leapt back to his feet, his eyes fixed solely on my weapon. The black length was double-edged, ending in a sharp point that seemed to catch the light when it moved, despite its color. The hilt was solid gold and cast in the shape of small wings sprouting from either side of the grip. It was a majestic weapon.