Sword High Heels Novels & Stories

His shadow gave away his next attack and I was able to swerve myself before his shoe came down on me again. Almost there. My hand caught the head of the sword at the same moment he got hold of my ankle. The excess blood soaked through the material that was used to cover it. It fell out of my grip but I gathered it again in both hands fast enough. Somehow, during its fall, the clothing protecting the hilt had fallen off also and I was holding the weapon with bloodied bare hands. That made it more slippery but I would not let it go again. I held it with both hands.

“You will look beautiful. Stop worrying.” The attendants helped me out of my plain clothes and slipped the gown over me. The moment it touched my skin, it felt like armor, soft, protective, yet completely luxurious. I twirled slightly, watching the fabric catch the light. Then came the shoes. My eyes widened as one of the attendants knelt and presented a pair of stiletto heels, black with sparkling details that caught the light with every movement. I had never worn heels this high. My hands shook as they helped me step into them. My legs wobbled at first, but Theron’s gaze was steady, almost challenging me to stand tall. I straightened my back, breathing deeply, feeling a strange surge of po

He warns, "I thought you're doing this for your wolf boyfriend? He won't rise from that grave anymore! And I will make you my slave—!" I slapped his face hard—my palm layered with enchast—that bumped his head to the wall. "I don't care about your whore plans!" I screeched. Swiftly, I grabbed the blanket and tossed it on the floor. My age rolled back to 23 again as I hopped from the bottom of the bed and removed my high heels. "You adore hard-to-get women, no? Don't adore something you can brag but cannot claim." I enchanted my high heels before I threw them at him, the heels became swords and he summoned an enchast to shield himself from the ambush.

Steel and Shadows The clash of steel rang through the narrow gorge. Snow churned beneath boots and claws. The Highland warriors fought with brutal skill axes rising and falling, blades gleaming through the mist. Aria moved like flame among them. Her sword danced in her hands, the crescent mark at her neck burning bright with magic. Every strike carved a path through Velkar’s bloodspawn. Every breath came sharp, but her mind remained clear. At her side, Kael fought with cold fury.

shouted Khalid, who was getting angry because he felt trapped by everyone's game in front of him. "It's not just us warriors," said Wang Ge, the warrior who was nicknamed the Asura Monk because of his strength he was ranked second after Swordsman Zou Fan. After Wang Ge said so, hundreds of swordsmen started to come out of their hiding places. chyou Chen started to grin, as the sensation of his heartbeat starting to race was getting stronger. "Is this going to be the end for me," thought Chyou Chen who started to feel a tremor in his legs.

It was exactly what I needed. I slipped it on, the velvet cool and soft against my skin. I tied the waist belt, cinching it in. It hugged my curves in a way that made me feel feminine rather than "frumpy." I paired it with turquoise velvet stilettos - shoes with a heel so sharp they could be classed as a concealed weapon. I hadn't worn heels like this since before Harry was born. As I stepped into them, I felt my posture shift, my spine lengthening.

"Hold still," Serenity knelt in front of her eighteen-year-old daughter. She slipped a pair of stunning crimson stiletto heels onto Aurora’s feet. They matched her deep red, off-shoulder gown perfectly. "They are too high," Aurora complained, balancing precariously. "I can't run in these." "You don't need to run," Alex walked in, adjusting his bow tie. "I modified the heels. Titanium reinforced structure with shock absorption. You could kick through a brick wall and not break a nail."

My vision blurred for a second, pulled back into the cold, damp dark of a basement I never wanted to see again. In my past life, these were the same heels Katherine had worn when she looked down at me with utter contempt. I could still hear the rhythmic click-clack of those heels on the concrete floor, a sound that usually meant pain was coming. I remembered the flash of steel, the white-hot sting of the blade, and the way the red of my blood had perfectly matched the red of her shoes. "I am not just going to face you," I whispered to the empty room, sliding my feet into them. The four-inch spikes gave me a height that felt like power. "I’m going to bury you."

asking, yet more like taunting. She dances in a psychotic way, yet as graceful as a ballerina could be. Swinging her sword as her pleasure pins unto the death and blood of her victims. Her feet that do not touch the floor remain pristine in her silver-colored toe shoes. To every second as she counted with time, giggling and enjoying the screams of the people while commanding the shadows of the dark to eat everyone’s soul. Flames that are now burning the mansion into a crisp, as she could not do anything, but hopelessly stare as her very world’s time-bound her into place.

I was running through the warzone trying to get to where they were I feel like I need to see who that man is, it's the most important, I run up through the brushes and climb the rock to get to where they are and just as I was closing in on them, a sword, a long Golden sword pierces through the man, right through his heart. With that all the creatures scream and screech as though feeling his pain, feeling him slowly die, the women who stood before him topple over and it's then I see they have one foot and one hoof, what on earth is that?