Sword In Heart Novels & Stories

I don't know how long can I endure standing here acting as bait and why are they taking so long to attack the beast. I can't wait anymore, so I decided to make the first move. I waved my right hand and release the sword that was forged by a famous blacksmith the Devil's hand. I was about to swing it onto the beast when one of its heads bites into my right arm. The sword immediately drops to the ground and disappeared. The sword is specially designed for me alone and I am the only one who can wield it. The sword will disappear if it is no longer in my possession and I am the only one who can summon it.

I tried the others but I wasn't able to carry it. I feel sad not knowing what to say or do. I feel like I was suffocating since I don't know if Cassandra will be able to carry one of them. I know that they all looked special but I don't know if Cassandra herself has the ability to carry this. I finally gave in but I know that things won't be the same anymore. I feel that things would change greatly after this. I promised myself not to give up easily. I felt a buzzing of an electric circuit entering my body and I realized it was from the sword I hold. I tried dropping it but it didn't fall and instead it charged toward my heart. I tried to dodge it with fear but I couldn't move a muscle and i

She raised another question and paused. “Because she won’t be able to control them. She wants to use the lady she can control against you. She wants a lady that will see her as her savior and bow to her command.” “What should I do?” He sought advice. Her answer was simple. “The ball is in your court, sir.” “But please, target the poll and kick it towards a goal.” He thought for minutes and giggled. “Since she is planning to use the lady against me, I should also make the lady my weapon against her. I have to stab her in the back. I must make the lady fall for me.”

But. I was still hoping I guess, that we would be able to work it out. I couldn't hate him, even when I had every reason to. After all, he was the only man I had ever loved. And he was the only man I was going to love. Because the heart is a bitch, you can't make it understand by reasoning with it. It forgets all the hurt someone caused you, all the pain, all the misery. It only remembers those moments when someone made you breathless. Over and over, it just runs toward one person. And unfortunately for me, that one person was Landon.

I inform him roughly, shaking my head. He steps towards me, and I launch myself at him in an instant, relying heavily upon the element of surprise. My knife makes contact with his side, and he growls loudly in pain, his voice deep and throaty with rage. "You should not have done that." He spits out, and it's then I catch a glimpse at the liquid soaking through his robes. It's golden...like mine.

Jaxsen grabbed the assailant’s wrists in failed attempts of escape. “Gotcha, you little bastard. Thought you were safe didn’t you?” His breath was hot and putrid against his face. “You’ll never be safe. I will find you one day, boy.” Suddenly a knife appeared in his hand and as the blade pierced his chest, he screamed.

Several chests sat on the deck; their lids slightly cracked to show the greening gold within. I leaned over the shallower balustrade, and the merman rose from the waves again, his hand almost touching mine. I stretched out my fingers, intending just to touch fingertip to fingertip… He screamed suddenly, recoiling as blood rose along a slice on his arm delivered by Loisin’s blade. I turned to Loisin in anger. “What did you do?” I demanded.

They could not understand how Lucas could still be so arrogant after showing up in the Heartless Mountain. "Kill this brat!" As someone finished speaking, hundreds of people all surrounded Lucas. Hester was a bit shocked. After all, there were so many people. "Clang!" In an instant, there was a flash of lightning in the square. The sounds of sword vibrating and dragon roars rang in everyone's ears as a five-clawed blood dragon coiled above Lucas' head. "Whoosh!" Lucas slashed with his sword. A supreme sword light flew out from the Immemorial Dragon Sword.

I need my sword. Reaching behind my back, I feel the cool, smooth texture of my marking shift beneath my fingers. There’s a brief moment where the ink pulses, almost as if it’s alive, before it solidifies into the hilt of my sword. I draw it out, feeling the familiar weight settle into my hand. The blade hums with energy, a glowing blue that pulses in time with my heartbeat. This sword is mine, a part of me, born of my blood and soul. Athena’s gift, forged from my very essence.

Aisha and the rest of the Heroes visited the forge of earthly flame as the doors opened for the first time in months. Berfoment emerged from the forge with a massive Greatsword with strange runic markings etched into the body of the blade. Aisha noticed that the sword emits a powerful life aura as if the blade itself was alive while Yuuno stated the blade generated spiritual energy if given a chance Berfomet’s sword could easily destroy any spirit it might come into contact. “With this, we now have a proper weapon. Though without a heart you will serve a purpose for a time Kent once we return to New Dawn, A heart must be born to match the blade’s power..” Berfomet smiled.