Sword In Heart Novels & Stories

Mariya bombarded him with questions. "I've been here in Japan for a month now, and wanted to settle everything first, before I decided to show myself to you, guys... And to answer your second question, I left my heart here at Angel Voices, and I intend to keep it for myself..." Kei gently told Mariya, as he is looking at her straight in the eye, as if he's searching her inner soul. "Huh? What do you mean by that?" Mariya asked, while looking confused.

"It's impossible! Absolutely impossible!" Countless people thought that it was too far-fetched when related to the sword heart. Being able to refine swordwill was already a rare talent in swordsmanship in Bleurealm! There were only about twenty swordsmen who could comprehend the sword bone. Each of them were renowned gigantic dynamo or prodigy of a sacred land. As for the sword heart, only David had comprehended it tens of thousands of years ago, and no one could even reach again. Even Willette, the level eight supreme paragon, only comprehended the sword bone. Kenny looked up at the dark clouds and the tremendous lightning and thunder inside the clouds, he swallowed his saliva and slightly

"She stabbed me on my abdomen instead at my heart." "…Even so, it's still unforgivable for her to hurt my dearest big brother." "It's fine." I replied. "She's now serving as my… err…… sword. Yeah… sword." "Means?" "I now have an indestructible sword and an extra servant…?" "Of all things, why must it be a woman…? Isn't it already enough to have me, Ruby, Felix, Pearl, Asha, Fortuna, Forsjá, Fylgia and Sællifðr? They are pretty and cute enough."

It feels like death, just the same as bereavement and in quiet moments, it chokes my breath. Only Marvis whom I loved so much could be my assassin. It takes an inside job to attack one so resilient to emotional injury. That is my heartbreak. My heart has been shattered to millions of pieces that I don't even know how to pick and gather them so I can mend it.

Only her sword remained—standing upright in the earth, glowing softly. Kael stared at the sword. He didn’t move. He didn’t breathe. The world around him seemed suspended in a void, frozen by the impossible truth in front of him—Selene was gone. “No,” he growled, crossing the cracked floor in three strides. He dropped to his knees beside the blade, his hand reaching out like it could summon her back, fingers trembling just inches from the hilt. But the sword pulsed once. Warm. Familiar. Final. Kael recoiled like it had burned him.

✓✓✓Simeon Mateo, Alejandro Moreno, Alfonso Martinez and Diego Aguado✓✓✓ "Hmmm interesting." She smirked. She checked their pictures and their history together. Her smile faded wgeh she saw everything. "There's no way." She said unable to believe the coincidence. The files fell from her hands as she saw the group they belong to. THE BLUE DRAGONS That's what they always called themselves. She held her head as pain filled her and all her painful memories came back to her. Leonardo Acosta is one of them? She remembers they're the ones she's saw that night.

I slide my hand out of Sin's grasp, which causes the the King to stop walking. Luca sees this and chuckles. He forces himself to his feet as he pulls the sword out of his chest. His face is red as it contorts in pain with veins popping out of his pale neck and forehead. Once the sword is out of his chest, it falls to the ground, thick and strong with darkness, but he doesn’t let go of it. By the way he holds it, it looks heavy like Thor’s hammer from the marvel movies. My eyes peer at something different: the blood flowing out of his heart like a water fall.

It was well known amongst wolves that one slice of a blade infused with that mixture could poison and kill in seconds. I ran my hand along the poisoned blade slowly, heading down to the hilt. The hilt was studded with several red, heart-shaped jewels that sparkled under any kind of light. It was these jewels that earned it the name of HeartReaper. The sword had belonged to my father, and his father before him. Slowly, I tapped the blade against my thigh, drawing everyone's attention to it. "Who's next?" I asked coldly.

The war raged on, a battle of power and soul, each stroke striking like a crescendo amid the storm. My trembling palm clutched Xavier's sword, a relic of power that pulsed with an energy I didn't understand. The blade became an extension of my will as the Demon leaped at me with murderous intent. The sword clashed with its opponent's blade in a dance of survival, each strike mirroring the ferocious struggle for power.

With a swoosh, the chilling sword energy made Elder Salo’s heart skip a beat. The sword seemed ordinary, but for some reason, it made his heart tremble.