Sword Heels Novels & Stories

They instructed, umupo naman ang mga lalaki sa gilid namin at gumitna kaming mga girls. Umalis si Prof Fie, "Come here, girls." Sumunod kami roon at nakakita ng sandamakmak na libro at heels. Jeez, ito na yata 'yung part na nakikita ko sa mga movies na kailangan ng libro for proper walking. "Kumuha kayo ng isa." I picked one book, "Kunin niyo ang heels na sakto sa size ng paa ninyo." Nag-try ako ng iba't ibang heels, tapos sumakto sa akin 'yung isang silver heels na siguro 2 inches tall lang tapos may strap then walked back sa pwesto namin kanina.

My fingers are on my chin as I crouched and looked at it. The cover or the sheath was silver with a few pints of gold, I don't understand the engravings etched on it. Because of my curiosity, I held it and released it from its sheath. Unlike other sword, its blade was bluish and silver, the handle was wood in color and the cover was glass. It was not as heavy as it look. I lifted it up and swayed it... Imagining I was a samurai fighting some bad guys. I chuckled.

The rattle stopped, her shaking hands stilled. Her eyes went wide as she gazed at the sword and sheath she's holding. What was gray and dull was replaced by a beautiful sword. It's a 5-foot long, double-edged sword with bluish-white hilt. The blade was coated with black color and it was in a leaf shape. The weight was light and the hilt was perfect on her grip. The sheath was the color and design of the hilt. Perfectly designed. Chloe hung the sheath on her hip inside the robes she was wearing and proceeded to twirl the sword, and was amazed when it made a whirring noise. As if it responded to her blood magic.

unsheathing is a skill which kills at lightening speed, a fast one-hit kill, suitable for people who possess a sword spirit". "Sword unsheathing", Jae Lee woo stopped moving, it seemed that the use of that sword was different from that of other swords. Traditionally, what swordsmen liked the less was the moment of unsheathing a sword because it is a critical moment during which a certain amount of time is lost and thus delays the moment when the attack can be carried out. Nevertheless, sword unsheathing was a skill made to kill people. Unsheathing the sword had killing for its sole purpose. The most powerful moment of that skill was unsheathing the sword and striking with one movement, if

What had upset him? Why had he looked away from her? Why did she want him to keep looking? A thud resounded in the locker room, jolting Macey out of her thoughts, and she turned to see one of the girls sporting a shoe with a broken heel. She winced in silent apology, watching as another girl handed their colleague with the broken heel a sparkly silver pair of heeled sandals with platforms even higher than the ones Macey had just worn. Recalling that she needed to change, she reached for her shoes whilst raising her leg a bit higher to unbuckle them from her feet.

Stilettos clicking on a marbled floor was the sound Audrey grown accustomed to since moving to the city. It sounded more appealing to her ear when she was the one making the sound. High heels are power. And she traded sneakers for power. Her feet weren’t always clad in stilettos. She was once a doe-eyed girl who thought her purpose in life was as simple as her best friend Rachel’s was. However, the naiveté wears off when childhood faded in the background.

She waved her right hand, sending the hair strands hurtling towards me. I vaulted backward, just as the rope vanished from my grasp. Swiftly, I drew both my hands to wield my pair of weapons – a road sabre slashing sword and a cutlass sword with a straight or slightly curved blade, sharpened to its keen edge. Memories of my childhood friend Apolo, a skilled swordsmith, flooded my mind. He had always favored this type of sword.

Sheila, Leo and Phidian stood by quietly as they watched Liam walked back to a closet which they did not know had been there because its door blended in well with the walls, he reached in and brought out his sword, unsheathing it to look at the blade, it glimmered in the dark, catching the beams of moon light that filtered in through the window.

commanded Seth. “What are you even talking about? I am not leaving you alone!” snapped Rose and walked close to him. Seth grabbed the topmost box and unwrapped the silk ribbon. He took off the lid, and pink packing paper appeared before him. He removed the paper, and there it was, frost white heels with gold buckle decorations at the toes of the heels. The light reflecting from the heels was making it look more mesmerising. Rose jerked her face to look at Seth. The very same second, Seth, too, looked at her. “What is this? Did you order me another pair of shoes?”