Sword High Heels の小説・ストーリー

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."

It cut through the void like a sharp blade slicing through paper, instantly creating several fissures in the empty space. Severin scoffed at the sight. "You're only a level three paragon, yet you're so arrogant! Sky-Soil Heptagold Sword Energy, slash!" He raised his hand, and the Scarletsky Sword shimmered with spiritual radiance. With a swift swing, drawing an arc of a crescent moon, a horrifying wave of energy burst forth. Schling!

Damn those heels. @Death Wish

So he used his sword instead—Clank! Even before his cousin managed to deflect one of his daggers, Noah already threw another one at him—Whoosh! Slash! This time, it managed to hit Hyukjin right in his left thigh. “Argghhh!” The handsome alpha grunted, ‘this pain is so fucking painful!’ Even Hyukjin knew that Noah was a son of a werewolf huntress, but he never sparred him using his mother’s weapon. They always fight using wooden-sword. Hyukjin kneeled on the ground; he couldn't stand up anymore since his feet were badly injured. The effect of the Silver weapon was so severe on werewolves; it'll take a longer time to heal it naturally.

A person who did not respect others was not worthy of respect! Yang Xiao wasn’t the type of person to judge a book by its cover, but he was definitely an eye for an eye! “Boasting shamelessly!” Grand Tutor Hedao raised the sword in his hand! The sword he was using was Japan's unique Japanese sword! It was slender and slightly curved! In the hands of Shangyuan Hedao, this sword was more like a poisonous snake that swallowed cold light. Swoosh! Upper Court Crane Path’s sword stabbed out! It was as if a cold and slippery viper had suddenly flicked out its tongue!

He needed to end this, and quickly, lest Mika take advantage and win. Boro closed his eyes and opened his mind, he was the void. He felt the air stir as Mika moved in to capitalize on this moment, thinking Boro had given up. He was dead wrong, Boro felt the blade move through the rising daylight, and moved his body almost as if on its own, without thought, acting on pure instinct. His blade, the same type of single edged sword his father had used, the one that he had named Honor, moved as if to block Mika's but instead he ducked, and moved around it, weaving under the path of the blade, and at the last second he turned his own so that the flat of it struck Mika on his wrist, breaking it clea

His grunt of pain echoed in the chaos. Amidst the scuffle, I spotted a glint of metal, a knife gleaming in the hand of the other attacker. My pulse quickened, realizing the heightened danger of the situation. I wasn’t ready to die yet. With steady movements, I dodged the knife's thrust, narrowly avoiding a potentially fatal strike. The struggle intensified as both men pressed on, their intent clear. I used my surroundings to my advantage, ducking and maneuvering the chaos of the ongoing conflict.

The magic that bound the short drow in place waned, so she hopped down from where she was hanging, while the tall drow started hacking off the ice that encased him. "Fucking bitch. We were just having a conversation, why are you like that?" she started screaming hysterically. "I was just trying to give your friend a make-over, so that Ashvell would love-" before she could even finish, Ashvell's axe met her face, slicing through half of her skull. The axe and her head gets lodged onto the wall behind her and a lock of her silver hair falls down into the pool of blood that is forming at her feet.

Around her neck, a necklace of genuine pearls matched the earrings, and black stiletto shoes with red soles completed the look. Saphira looked more than beautiful. She looked stunning and delicate. She looked like a woman of the highest society, born to walk in the best places. Her beautiful long hair was tied in a messy bun, and several strategically chosen rags hung loosely. Her makeup was simple, showing her natural beauty. When she elegantly exited the car, both legs sticking out at the same time before standing up, the photographers taking picture after picture were disappointed, as they expected her to open her legs for them to take pictures.

And maybe—just maybe—cue the sequel: HELL NAWW! ᴛʜᴇ ᴇɴᴅ ❤️Hope you guys enjoyedChaos in Heels—I definitely enjoyed writing it. Until next time, my friends. 💅