Sword In Heart Novels & Stories

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 he tossed his lifeless body to the floor while still holding the man's beating heart. "Kill them and feed their heart to my babies," Oakley demanded. He gave the man's beating heart to one of his guards and walked out of the cell. Rehan followed him and the two went upstairs to the pack house. Because his hand was bloody, he decided to take a bath. All wolves said that Alpha Oakley has no heart, for he can kill someone in just a snap. He may be a handsome and perfect good-looking man but the truth about his dark side can't be ignored.

The sword began to tingle in his grip as Rhychard blocked another swing. He could hear the words the other Warriors were chanting and soon the words began to make sense to him even though he couldn't make them out. He focused on Mephalus, but he repeated the same chant as the others, reaching with everything Kree taught him into the sword. He felt the other Warriors, felt their lifelines. Out of the corner of his eye he saw a tall, thin elf with long blond hair look at him, a smile on his face. Then he nodded at Rhychard and melted into the air, his life force flowing toward Rhychard and entering the sword once again. The blade pulsed with the added energy and Rhychard felt it grow more soli

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.