Sword Heels Novels & Stories

Third Person's POV If his skills would improve, he could also help take some pressure off Adelaide. She picked up the last weapon. The sword had a dull, dark sheen. The hilt was made from a beast's skull, the guard was carved into a ferocious wolf's head, and the crossguard was embedded with a power-charged wolf-eye stone.

"What kind of-" Selena said nothing and that seemed to anger the man who halted his words and clenched his jaws. Soon, as she reached for her shoe, she placed her bare foot between his thighs and the base of her heel rested against the man's neckline. With a thin frown on my face, I stole another look at the footwear in my hold. It was then I saw it. At the base of the heel was a certain hollowness that had a small blade protruding from it.

They were over forty in number, and they weren't just any kind of shoes. They were high quality, expensive shoes of different kinds. The first row in the shelves was lined with just wedge shoes of multiple colors. The second row was more like a set of heels, it has the thinnest heels and tallest in height, the type strippers wear when they dance on the ring… It didn't just stop at that, there were multiple other types of shoes on the shelves, shoes I've never imagined myself wearing before. I loved what I was seeing. From thigh-high leather boots to multiple colors of glassy spike heels.

Emma was considering finding an opportunity to test Carol's skills when suddenly Carol shouted, "Who's there!" In the blink of an eye, Carol swiftly unsheathed a flexible sword that could bend at her side. Usually, the flexible sword could be coiled around the waist like a belt, looking unremarkable. However, when unsheathed, it emitted a sharp glint. Without waiting for Emma to react, Carol darted toward the source of the sound.

’’ I said nothing and slowly eased the white leather boot off her foot. My eyes widened, and I gasped when I saw what was inside the heel of the boot. It was hidden beneath the lining where it wouldn’t be seen. It was a cluster of razor-sharp obsidian shards. They weren’t just thrown in there; they had been glued into a star-shaped pattern designed to slice deeper into her heel every time she landed a jump. Her foot had been cut multiple times, and how she was able to jump three times in such condition baffled me.

His shadow gave away his next attack and I was able to swerve myself before his shoe came down on me again. Almost there. My hand caught the head of the sword at the same moment he got hold of my ankle. The excess blood soaked through the material that was used to cover it. It fell out of my grip but I gathered it again in both hands fast enough. Somehow, during its fall, the clothing protecting the hilt had fallen off also and I was holding the weapon with bloodied bare hands. That made it more slippery but I would not let it go again. I held it with both hands.

These twenty famous swordsmen apparently still haven't come forward to fight them. Both Chyou Chen and Khalid both stood still with lots of wounds and blood splattered all over their bodies. khalid suddenly moved quickly and stuck the spell paper onto Chyou Chen's body. "Live and avenge all this revenge on them." Chyou Chen's existence began to disappear with a white flash around his body. "How dare you make him leave." The killing aura of these twenty famous swordsmen cornered Khalid who was now alone. He smirked in satisfaction, "Come over here and fight me bastard." The twenty matchless Swordsmen attacked him together with their full strength.

It was a jumper and biker shorts both in the color brown. "thanks." she gave me the prettiest smile as she removed her sword from its scabbard, and slashed it through the air, "now, try not to go easy on me."

I'd have to appear more formal. "I've got this pretty straight black skirt, sure to hug your spectacular curves, and a pretty black T-shirt with nice designs on both sides," she went to her shoe rack. "For footwear, I have these four-inch toe pump stilettos." "Hell, no," it was my turn to grimace. "Heels hurt my feet. I'm not as graceful in my footsteps as you are, Soph." I soon ate up my words after I wore everything Sophie told me to.

Angelo tried to bargain. “Yes,” the calm maid said as she rummaged the shoe boxes. When she found what she was looking for, she presented it to their young master’s wife. “What do you think of this?” The sandal that; was presented was a 3-inch cold blue pointed-toe pump heels. When Angelo saw the pump heels, he mentally applauded the calm and kindhearted twin for her sense of style.