Sword Galaxy Novels & Stories

“Princess, we need to leave!” The loud thud on the door awoke Maria from her thoughts. Her eyebrows creased as she was annoyed by the sudden interruption. She walked towards the door and opened it, standing right outside was a tall, sturdy man. Sweat poured unceasingly from his forehead down to his chin, Maria looked at his hand, and the sword he held. Bloodstains, she thought. “Lord Falstad, why is there blood on your sword?” Staring straight at Falstad, she asked in concern. A mutiny perhaps? Unlikely, there are knights in the castle far better in swordsmanship than Falstad.

"They aren't here to arrest us, Vanessa." "Then why are they here?" I asked. "They're here to take the children," Ray whispered. "The twins... they aren't just wolves. They're the first of a new species." The helicopters landed, and the doors opened to reveal a row of soldiers armed with silver-tipped rifles. "Hand over the children," the Commander said. "Or we level the Vash Pack.”

With the support of the Swift Wind Sword Technique, Sebastian's sword speed was a notch faster than before, instantly slashing four times. Each sword left sword marks on the falcon, and the damage became increasingly severe. A significant portion of the falcon's health bar was depleted in an instant. Feathers, usually cherished, fell all over the place, leaving many areas bald, with blood flowing like a spring, presenting a pitiful sight. The falcon was in agonizing pain, crying out repeatedly. But it also knew that Sebastian was challenging to deal with. Not planning to give him another chance for a close-range attack, it quickly spread its wings, flying into the air, flapping its wings.

“He won’t put his sister in harm’s way.” Omen cleared his throat and Jake turned to look at him. “When I was recruited to the Warriors, I had to be sponsored by a permanent member of the club to prospect. It was the same for Weasel, Rebel, and Shadow. Are we going to stick to that or how are we going to recruit new prospects since we currently don’t have any?”

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.

But at the moment, I’d much rather be involved with bringing down a werewolf-run drug running operation instead of a vampire-inflicted human homicide bordering pack lands. “Detective Fergeson, it’s nice to meet you. I’m sorry it has to be under these conditions.” I say, turning to shake his hand. “I’m Alpha Scarlett, the Alpha of the Crimson Snow Pack and these,” I point to Bree and Dax, “these are my Gamma and Lead Warrior, Bree and Dax.” Motioning to the others, I tell him, “this is Blake, Serafina, Theo and Conan, four more of my warriors. And this is Tasha and Channing, two of my trackers. Channing is the one who found the deceased.” I hear someone clearing their throat near me. “Oh, for