Sword In Heart Novels & Stories

The man who felt nothing when the blade fell. Or at least… That’s what everyone believed. Adrian lifted the sword slowly. The crowd quieted. The prisoner screamed. But Adrian’s mind drifted briefly to the memory of that throne room years ago. To the golden eyes of the king who had spared his life. And to the strange feeling he always had when he knew those eyes were watching him. Not fear. Never fear. Something else. Something he had never quite managed to name. The blade rose higher. The crowd held its breath.

Exactly as seen earlier in the castle. The sword. “What does that one do?” I asked, pointing to it. “It drinks blood. For anyone it kills, their blood is stored in the blade. You would try to always have a clothing between you and the hilt” That did not sound more beneficial than fairy dust. “So how useful would it be to protect me?” With only a smile, “very” Time to close the deal. “I have one silver coin” playing with the coins against my fingers. “Make it three and we have a deal”

He stood up and came close to me then squatted eye level with me, he twirled the sharpened wooden sword in front of me, he focused his gaze on it, and soon the sword caught fire. He gave me a sickening smile before driving it into my heart. I screamed in pain. The fire didn’t burn my body, but I could feel the heat in my heart, and I could feel it burning inside my skin. Scorching hot and painful. Tears rolled down my eyes; he kept driving it in my heart, and when it was scraping the back of my heart, he stopped then got up and went back to sitting on the wooden chair he had sat on before,

His questioning left Cain's already pale face contorting, his embarrassment turning to rage, "Don't you dare try to drive a wedge between us! Crystal is my wife—what else is she going to do, go to the demonic realm with you?!" Whoosh— No longer arguing, Cain spread his palm and summoned his sword. It glowed with the moon's radiance, as it landed steadily in his grasp. The air around it was chilling, its cool gleam illuminating Cain's visage with ephemeral beauty. My fingers had felt its touch countless times. It was as cold and as distant as Cain himself. And now, he raised it and swung towards Xeres with a tenth of his strength, launching a shockwave. While Xerxes was fine, I was sent flyin

This was mine, I needed to give those who had been hurt the justice that they deserved. My hand gripped the hilt of the Sword of War, a blade forged for a chosen warrior like me, imbued with the power to destroy the one who had taken so much from me. I could feel its weight, not just in my hand but in my soul. The sword was a link to the Moon Goddess, to the very power that had brought me back here to do what had to be done. The prophecy had always been clear: only I could end this. And now, standing in the heart of the palace that had once been my home, I had come to fulfill that purpose.

She was getting so upset that she was almost ready to jump out of her chair and start yelling at her sister even louder than she already was. "What exactly do you want me to do about it now?" Liora said, and she didn't seem bothered at all by Lynn's anger or the way she was raising her voice. "I already gave the sword to someone, and like we planned before, I am still going to remove Erezhul's heart when he least expects it to happen." "Who did you give the sword to? You need to tell me right now," Lynn demanded. "You know that father used a lot of dragon blood and other things to create that weapon, and you know how special and powerful it is."

I started taking deep breaths to calm myself down. "You need to hold it the way you always hold your sword, my dear little warrior. Or the sword will reject you." Alpha Thomas said as he noticed me shaking. I nodded my head and held it with both of my hands. I raised the sword and I felt that. The power, the energy I had heard in all those stories, I felt that. It felt as if a light travelled all the way towards my heart and lightened up my chest. Tears beamed in my eyes as I brought it closer to my face. I kissed the blade and it glowed like a star.

he spat. We both sent balls of energy, the blast strong enough to throw the both of us, twenty feet apart. We both steadied ourselves and clashed head on, our swords raised. My eyes were burning brighter, the sword in my hand blazing a bright gold. There was a strange shift in the air and I knew that I had to strike. The heart stopping pain hit me first. I didn't stop to see what it was until I'd driven my golden sword into his chest. He choked, black blood pouring out from his mouth.

Then, the queen looked at her, making her heart skipped a bit in too much shocked. "I will kill you, b*tch! You ruined my life!" the highness yelled. Then, the majesty raise her hand and a black fainted light appeared on her palm as an iron spear floats in the air. The sharp lead of the weapon was aiming at her, making her scared for her little prince's safety. "No. Please, stop that, Kim!" she shouted. But the wicked leader just laughed at her and started murmuring something, making the iron spear covered in black smoke.

I paused and glared at him one last time. “Make another step closer, this thing will fit perfectly through your heart.” I showed him the emerald stone with sharp edges. It glows in the dark like the lights of a firefly. Sojin looked at my little weapon with a blank expression. “The bad news is… I don’t have a heart,” he said. He looked straight into my eyes. His eyes revealed an emotion of anguish; it’s something that one couldn’t fake. “Wagner, I’m hungry. We’ve been running early in the morning,” Kylo said.