Sword Heels Novels & Stories

I say. I dug around a few more times settling on a pair of gold glitter court shoes with a 4” heel. Very pretty and actually set the dress off perfectly. They fit ok, slightly loose but they will do just for one night. Rae’s shoes fit on the tight side but she agreed its one night we can cope. Plus werewolves heal super quickly so she won’t suffer long if they hurt.

Walking to my closet I pull out a box that holds my shoes I got specially made for tonight’s special occasion. Sitting back on my stool in front of my vanity I open the box and pull out my shoes. They almost look like Cinderella’s glass slippers. They are made with a clear soft plastic material with a blue tint to them with silver swirls shaping the shoe and a silver rim. At the end of every swirl is Swarovski crystals. It’s the same with the front of the shoes It has what looks like a broach attached to them with Swarovski crystals in both blue and clear and three blue stretched pear drops coming out of the top center blue diamond. The heels are silver coated with blue Swarovski crystals mo

Bold, sophisticated, and ready to take on the charity gala. I slipped my feet into the designer black stiletto heels, feeling the familiar surge of confidence as the shoes transformed my posture. The sleek, pointed toes and delicate ankle straps added a touch of sophistication to my overall look. I stood up, my gaze drifting down to admire the way the heels elongated my legs, creating a stunning line from hip to toe.

From afar, they appeared black, but upon closer inspection, a deep, shadowed blue shimmered in the light. Taking Sherry's foot delicately, she slid it into the shoe, which felt almost fragile with the slender straps wrapping over her foot. Sherry found them stunning yet slightly intimidating; the thin, pointed heel unsettled her. Without hesitation, Gen slipped her other foot into the shoe and remarked, "These are called stilettos, Sherryl. I think they suit you. What do you think, Mr. Cross?" "Think you can walk in those?" The question was directed at Sherry, and she felt her shoulders tense.

I sidestepped quickly and, with one smooth motion, kicked her square in the backside, sending her flying to the ground. "Madam, your talent lies in chasing men. Don't overestimate yourself, and please, don't embarrass yourself further."

The prospect was already in the ring, down to his jeans- Jesus, the boy had no shame-and the henchman guessed it was a ploy to try and throw Aimee off when she entered the ring; Brax smirked, knowing that all Aimee would see in the ring was a dead man standing, her speed and agility matched those of a werewolf, and vengeance was a master with knives. Wild Bill would deny it until he was blue in the face, but the Henchman knew Aimee's Dad had chosen knives as the attached weapons in the dome to give his daughter every advantage; as far as Brax was aware, the prospect, what the hell was his handle? Stretch? Stitch? damned if he could remember, anyway the prospect tended to favor guns, he was c

Severin replied with a smile. Wuhlricht stood beside her and elaborated upon the whip for Sheila. "You have a good eye, Sheila. This whip is a reasonably strong seventh-grade spiritual weapon. It's highly resilient, and most of the lower-grade swords won't be able to cut through it. It also has great flexibility that enables it to snake around its opponents." Sheila was delighted after hearing Wuhlricht's explanation on the whip. "A seventh-grade spiritual weapon? Sounds cool! I'll have that then!"

But one weapon winked at me that made my heart flutter. I gasped. "Oh my gosh!" I screamed and ran instead before Dan could stop me. I went to the center rack and picked up a sword that has 3/4 of it's blade curved. "It's a khopesh!" I said, more hyped about it since I read about it in a book.

Eryndor's Shadowing dagger seemed to dance in the moonlight, its dark blade slicing through the air with a haunting screee-ksss. Each strike landed with a thud-thwack-thoom, sending tremors through the troop's warriors. The troop's hearts raced as the violent zing-ting-zap of clashing daggers filled the field. The savages of warriors, fueled by fury and loyalty, clashed in a frenzy of arms and teeth. The ground grew slick with blood, the earthy smell mingling with the metallic tang of steel. Jack Wolf stood firm, his Moon-whisper spear shining with a soft, ethereal light. He parried Eryndor's strikes with a precision born of desperation, his movements a blur of speed and strength.

“Sophia Joyner! Have you lost your mind?” Gordon Williams is surprised by the appearance of Sophia Joyner, plus the hatred accumulated over the past few months he has for that psychotic and lustful woman, he angrily grabs her wrist, intends to knock her out. However, before Gordon Williams has time to take action, Karen Goodwill quickly reaches behind, tugs on the chiffon dress that Sophia Joyner is wearing, causing it to tear a huge piece. “Ahh! This dirty whore!” Sophia Joyner shouts, quickly covering her exposed body with her hands. Karen Goodwill immediately stands up, shoving Sophia Joyner away with force. Unexpectedly, she broke her heel and fell into the lake.