Sword Heels Novels & Stories

*Whoosh* Swift Indigo wasted no time. Once she heard the words indicating the start of the match, she sprang right into action. Her slim sword was as elegant as its owner, and the slightly blue color of its blade gave it a sort of surreal effect as it wove through the air like a needle. Its owner and the weaver, Swift Indigo, was like a skilled seamstress, as her sword gently pushed towards Black Hand.

Not Silas. This sword is not quite mini. I dragged mine across the floor, lifting it just enough so it didn't make a horrible noise. I finally reach him with the heavy sword and look at it. The sword is pretty basic. The silver hilt is cold metal with no grip, and I glance at Silas's sword which has a leather hilt, no doubt making it easier to hold. I wonder if he purposely gave me the bad sword that actually looks broken and difficult to use. I wouldn't be surprised.

His hands clasped over hers. “She didn’t mean for it to happen, it was because of the heels I wore, and I had taken a wrong step when she pushed me.” She insisted on using the word that I pushed her. “I would try not to wear one around the house anymore.” She looked down at her heels that were broken, and a tear fell off her eyes. Neon squatted and helped her take off the shoes. “I will get you another one.” He told her quietly. I blinked my eyes, fighting back the tears from dropping off. Diana smirked at me when Neon wasn’t looking.

“What do you mean, I have to wear this? I’ve worn nothing like this before. I don’t know if I can walk in these.” Tara held up a pair of high-heeled silver scrappy sandals. “It’s one thing to be a complete shoe or boot with a heel. But these are begging to break my ankle the first crack in the sidewalk I find. Or I’ll miss a stair and end up on my head at the bottom of the stairs.”

I said with a firm shake of my head. Ava held out the heels “These have a 4” block heel and will make it easier for you to walk. The insole is cushioned so it won’t be painful like the other one you tried on in the past.” She pushed them towards me and shook them, “At least try them on.”

she asked, getting up and coming around to his side of the bed so he could see better. "Oh my God," Josh thought to himself. As soon as she stepped around the corner of the bed and he saw the shoes, another surge of boiling blood rushed to his groin. He was glad he'd positioned his book over his midsection. The shoes were so fucking sexy, he was afraid he might just come right there on the spot. They were blue strappy sandals, with just a couple of thin leather straps crossing her foot just above her toes. They had a slim wicked-looking 4" heel, and above that, a triangular piece of blue leather that cupped her delicate heel, and then another slim strap that circled her slender ankle with a

Crystals covered the five inch heels and along the sides. When Abrea noticed I was checking them out, she smiled. "Those are diamonds not crystals, in case you're wondering." "I love them," I breathed, happily She smiled. "I'm so glad." I bent over and removed my heels. They were already pinching my toes. My combat boots would've been preferred, but then like Abrea said, I owed her. After setting the shoes on the bed, I went back to the mirror. "What should I do with my hair?"

she asked, her voice tinged with the sort of awe usually elicited by witnessing a miracle or a magic trick. Stephanie leaned in, flashed our best 'nothing-to-see-here' smiles, and quipped, "Do you have shoes that keep feet happy even after a night of dancing under the full moon?" The assistant didn't miss a beat. "For you, we have just the right pair—shoes not only made for walking but for howling in style," she returned with a sly grin and a knowing twinkle in her eye.

Yman chose the sword that about 2 feet in length. It was laying beside the silver shortsword. The name of the sword was Gladius. It has a double edge. It wasn't too short and wasn't long at the same time. It cost 350 GP only. Much cheaper than the silver shortsword. And had an additional attack of +15, much lower compared to the shortsword.

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!