Sword High Heels Novels & Stories

“These heels are killing me!” Her eyebrow raised like my problem wasn’t worth the penny. “Rebecca, that’s only 2 inches heels! You’ll be wearing at least 4 inches during the pageant. How will you be able to endure the catwalk and stand time?” “I’ll endure that, Gin… It’s just that---" Heiji ran towards me and handed a cold water. “You okay?”

Patient. Disciplined. Dangerous. I retreated another step. Then another. Behind me, the edge of the ridge waited. Exactly what he wanted. His next strike came overhead. Powerful. Committed. I raised my sword. Steel crashed together. My knees bent beneath the force. The ground crumbled under my heel. Pebbles rolled into the darkness below. One more step and I'd lose my footing. He saw it. Victory flashed across his face. Too soon. I released my grip with my left hand.

Black jumpsuit with black flat leather boots he threw the swords behind his back in an X fashion and raced off towards his target. He tracked them down a few minutes later to a club downtown and waited for her to come out in the shadows. Few hours into his waiting the blonde woman made her way in his direction. He waited till she was almost upon him and pounced. Shelby pulled her body backward to escape the sharp long sword that would have sliced her breast off and then bent by her waist backward to escape the sword as it went for her neck. She quickly kicked out her feet catching her assailant by his wrist sending his swung sword off course given her a chance to put some distance between th

As the strongest existence in Supreme Peak, his combat strength was extremely powerful. However, at this moment, his face could not hide his shock. There was a strange light in his eyes, as if Zephyr Khan in front of him was not the one he knew. "Junior Brother Khan... you're going against the heavens!" Vince Schmidt said with her mouth twitching. “Boom” Just then, On the ground, the two streams of power that burst out attracted their attention. They were two unparalleled Half-step to Spirit. One of them was holding a huge long sword, but it was different from an ordinary long sword. The handle of the sword was very long, and it was called the Moon Sword.

Immediately,a loud silver explosion knocks the podium. "Mom,Drake,Alex,are you okay" I cough continuously. "No Damien,silver,it's in the air!" Mom's continuously coughs heightens. "Rescue the injured!" I yell at them. "Get this over with!" Alex leaves my grasp and protection. She breaks her shoes tiny heels, making them simple silver Sandals. "Better for fighting!" She slides two hidden silver swords from her dress. How long has that been there. I stare in dismay. "Kara you can't do this!" I hold her arm amidst numerous smokes and coughing Werewolves.

I felt her slipping farther from my reality. Two more knives materialized out of thin air and cut me good. My surrounding men had all fled or been hit with knives. The man before me was formidable he wouldn't allow stray bullets to ring out and cause panick or pin us to a chaotic scene. "Shields please." I started to panick as the blood began slipping from my body. I felt my heartbeat slow to a loud thump as my head went light and the dizziness claimed my perception. I pleaded, "You and I were best friends Reece, we were brothers. How'd you let a woman come between us? She was mine first, I got her first."

The heptagold energy strengthened it with each further strike. Not one to be outdone, Severin faced the onslaught head-on and clasped his hands to form a seal. He channeled his chaotic sword energy to power the Sky-Soil Heptagold Sword Energy and launch his attack. The energy was ethereal and swift, piercing through the dense beams produced by the lance. The beam was shattered, and spiritual light cascaded down.

He stepped inside the demon’s swing, pivoted sharply— And drove his blade upward beneath the general’s armor. The steel stopped just short of Kharvek’s throat. Silence fell instantly. The duel was over. Kharvek froze. Adrian held the blade steady. “Yield,” Adrian said quietly. The demon’s jaw tightened. But he finally lowered his weapon. “I yield.” Adrian stepped back. The court erupted again—some cheering, others murmuring in disbelief. High above them, Vaelreth stood slowly from his throne.

"We belong under your feet. Do you understand the position you truly deserve?" She never broke eye contact. With languid grace she slipped off one high heel. The sharp click of it hitting asphalt rang out in the quiet. Then, in a blur too fast to track, she hurled it. The pointed stiletto struck his cheek with stinging precision. The heel sliced skin like a blade. Warm blood welled instantly, a thin crimson line against his jaw. He touched the wound, fingers coming away wet, and stared at the shoe now lying at his feet..gleaming, elegant, lethal.

Her heels strike sharply against the tiled floor as she heads out of the restroom. Well, would you look at that. The snake came wearing heels.