Sword Hero Novels & Stories

“Supreme Sword Series: First Chapter” *BOOOOOM*

They were waiting for Qin Haodong's order to kill them all. Yagyuu Waakam who had seen Yagyuu Hirai cut off Yagyuu Yoshida's arm, scolded him angrily, "Young Master, are you crazy? How can you hurt your people?" Yagyuu Hirai raised his hand and wiped his face. Then, he smiled at Yagyuu Waaka, showing his shiny teeth as he said, "Allow me to introduce myself. I'm Sword, a ninth-level bodyguard from Daddy Security Company. I'm not your stupid young master."

Boro and Mika stood in the sand circle as the two finalists. The animosity between the two was so thick in the air it was almost palpable. Boro stood in the ready form, Crane In The Water, standing perfectly balanced on one leg, his sword held out before him. Mika stood in a form that Boro didn't recognize. Boro prided himself on knowing all the forms of classical, and modern, sword art, the fact he didn't recognize this one was puzzling.

Her intense gaze, hardened by countless battles, was tempered by her unwavering loyalty to Somerland. To Elysia's left stood Gareth Swordbane, widely feared and respected as the Sword Demon. He was a tall, imposing figure, his eyes sharp and deadly. Known for wielding a blade with unparalleled mastery, Gareth’s skill in swordsmanship was legendary, his reputation as a ruthless opponent striking fear into the hearts of all who dared challenge him. His sword, an ancient blade etched with runic symbols, was strapped across his back, and his eyes held a piercing focus that spoke of countless battles fought and won.

He ran as fast as he could until he reached the west wing of the forest and saw the hunters. He roared; anger was visible in every howl he made, which made the hunter stopped from what they were doing to someone. "The alpha king is here!" The other hunter says, shouting. Drake shifted back as he felt his body weaken due to the tingling sound of the silver weapon by the hunters. He darted his eyes at the woman wearing a white night dress. His forehead knitted as he saw Emily bathed with her blood. She had bruises and was weak. 'D-Drake. . .'

He wasn't erratic and perhaps I'd never see him be that way. "You see, this is the best way. You choose, give me Valiant and give me Regal. You are free to go on your own or I can assist in making you go with a hollow point." "Fat fucking chance...just stop with the veiled threats and demands. Show yourself." I heard him say while I watched from a safer distance. The truth is that while he stood there looking like a model in his fancy tailored suit, he was so skilled with any weapon in his hand. He hadn't earned his nickname for no reason. Claymore, that shit would be a testimony to his calloused conscience.

How pathetic? Taurus… You must think you’re hot shit? You think you’re better than me you can’t speak? If it wasn’t for me your ass wouldn’t have shit. You’re just like all these bitches. Capri knew she struck a nerve. All he could do was hurl insults even without her responding. He could not help himself. He went on and on for about an hour. Until finally there was nothing but silence. 🎶 I guesssss I fell in loveeee with a toy soldier!🎶 Capri got in the shower singing this - Keri Hilson song.

Lorenzo asked. Guillermo's expression darkened as he spoke through gritted teeth. "That useless fool seems to be injured." Lorenzo's jaw dropped. "Alfredo is the Sword Saint, a peak martial god. Who could possibly hurt him?" Guillermo clenched his teeth, taking a long moment before responding. "Andrew. That little bastard is back! I never expected he'd have the guts to go after Alfredo the moment he crossed the border. If he didn't have some incredible martial power or a deadly trump card, there was no way he would dare to challenge Alfredo!"

He kneeled on one knee and bowed. “I know.” Sherif Jumpei. He was the disciple that inherited the Loyalty Sword. Loyalty Sword was the power that powered up the mind and the body and acted as a true servant to the one they served. In this case, his loyalty was sole to Persephone; his master and savior. “Will Lord Hades be okay, master? Should I aid him on the battlefield for a certain result?” “Hahaha.” The sound of her laughter vibrated through the place. “You don’t have to be so uptight. He will be okay. My husband is not a weakling that needs your backup.”