Sword High Heels Novels & Stories

He said coldly, "Wilbur, welcome to the Domain of the Holy Sword. Let me give you a welcome gift!" Kearson waved the light sword in his hand. Suddenly, on the ground, huge swords of light pierced out, rapidly spreading toward Wilbur. Wilbur immediately started to dodge them, but no matter how he dodged, light swords would continue to emerge from the ground, chasing after him relentlessly.

“Please, shad. I cannot lose my hand.” Ashina Helu came closer with his flat expression. He pointed the tip of the sword in front of Ah Wei’s hand that got stuck on the table. “Even though you were able to remove the dagger, your hand would be useless. The dagger is fragile. I only made it sharp and only for one time use. The more you force to pull this dagger out, the bones will shatter and make your hand in even worse condition.” Ashina Helu aimed the sword upright so that Ah Wei and Ah Tui saw half his face covered by the sword.

*Whoosh* Swift Indigo wasted no time. Once she heard the words indicating the start of the match, she sprang right into action. Her slim sword was as elegant as its owner, and the slightly blue color of its blade gave it a sort of surreal effect as it wove through the air like a needle. Its owner and the weaver, Swift Indigo, was like a skilled seamstress, as her sword gently pushed towards Black Hand.

It smelled of damp stone, old hay, and solitude. Makil was already there, warming up with a series of fluid stretches that further betrayed his training. He wore similar clothes to yesterday, and two practice longswords were thrust into the ground at the center of the yard. Leigh arrived silently, a shadow detaching from the deeper shadows of the archway. She'd re-braided her hair tightly. She said nothing, simply walked to the center, pulled one sword from the earth, and tested its weight. "No rules," Makil said, pulling the other. "First to yield, or be disarmed."

Even so, dense and bloody holes appeared on Yohan's bottom. However, Yohan still spoke through gritted teeth, "I'm fine. Don't worry about me, but just don't let that thing run away!" "It won't be able to escape!" Heidi replied confidently. Caspian turned to Heidi and saw her stabbing her longsword into the ground. Then, she took out a big bow from her storage sack and quickly drew it. Under the sunlight, the bow reflected a dazzling silver light, and it appeared majestic and invincible. "The eight-grade sharp weapon — The Falling Stars and Moon Bow! Heidi, you managed to trade it!" Sebastian was pleasantly surprised.

His sword shimmered with a frosty aura that clashed against Sky's flaming blade. Sky twisted gracefully, swinging her sword toward his waist, but Damian stepped back with perfect timing, deflecting the strike with a precise counter. Sky didn't falter; she immediately shifted, launching a fresh series of attacks. Her steps were light, as if a hidden melody dictated her movements. Tiny shards of earth rose beneath her feet, while the swirling winds around her made her even faster.

“Even with your belly ripped open, you still cling to life.” Bending down, Huang Fu brought his face within a mere inch of Xiu Jian’s bowed head, close enough to hear the ragged, desperate gasps of his foe. Huang Fu’s eyes gleamed as he watched Xiu Jian grimace in unbearable pain. Scarlet trickled from Xiu Jian’s temple, sliding down toward his eye. With a swift motion, Huang Fu reached for the sacred blade at Xiu Jian’s left hip—the legendary sword sheathed in a scabbard adorned with golden dragon carvings.

A second followed, and then a crack of splintering wood. The heir drew her sword, planting her boots at the top of the short entry stairs. “They want a fight in the halls? Let them choke on it.” The doors burst inward. The first wave came in low and fast—mercenaries with short axes and round shields, screaming in a language Eolan didn’t know. Behind them, the assassins of the Obsidian Creed moved like shadows within shadows, slipping between the defenders with blades drawn for the kill. Eolan’s shadow lashed out, tripping one mercenary and dragging another into the air before smashing him against a pillar. The heir cut two down in a single sweeping arc, her blade ringing against an assassin’

Feeling Dewey's strong aura, Shea inhaled deeply and gritted her teeth as she pulled out a longsword. "Stupid girl, you asked for it." At that moment, Dewey did not waste his breath, and he uttered those words coldly. He waved the Tungsten Gold Sword, and a glaring sword glow was emitted, charging at Shea. Shea bit her lips tightly, activating all of her powers while holding the longsword in front of her. Boom! Instantly, the sword glow erupted and struck Shea's longsword, causing a loud boom. Shea groaned, and her body was thrown out a dozen meters away. Finally, she hit a mountain wall and slid down.

I give up. Soon, the most awaited moment commenced. It was the time for the show stopper to show up and flaunt the epochal piece of her squad. All the eyes were set on the middle of the ramp where the light was focused. The first glimpse was of a seven-inch high heel. Yes… seven inches! That’s quite a painful thing in a model’s life. Once they get on their heels they ought to tip-tap them in the right way so that they don't look like they are in pain. Instead, they need to show it like they are wearing sneakers.