Sword In Heart Novels & Stories

I clenched my teeth. "I will remove that bastard from your mind, heart and soul. The only person who should be in your heart, mind and soul is me and only me. I will take over your everything my love, I will make you fall for me crazily. You and me will one day become one and that is my promise" I chuckled. "My dear love......if there is no Faith...." I ripped opened my shirt and I stared at my reflection looking at the name written on the side of my chest, holding a knife in my hand.

Seeing this, cultivators on the ground could not help exclaiming and gasping. There were only some words from Caspian that were chasing after him, and they were unstoppable. "Sword intent of Extreme Anger!" Hong! The saber radiance instantly cut open the Heaven Heart Furious Eye and shattered the Nine-colored Dark Wood Shield. It tore apart the Heart Leaf and sent the Fallen Evil Bell flying. It broke through the air with irresistible force and finally landed on Dumb Fidas's Glazed Heart Armor. The Heart Armor of Glazed Glass was transparent as if it had been carved into a whole.

I gave them hope, now I can’t take it away from them just because I hate him. “Look at your mate getting defeated,” She yells before lunging on me. I wrap my fingers around my sword while maintaining eye contact with him. I can see Ishtar about to hit me in my peripheral vision. The sword in my hand heats up until the metal is hot and red. I can feel the particles of the weapon buzzing, rubbing against each other, creating friction.

This teacher had massacred and killed one of his family, because he had been framed by the elders in that place. because of the extraordinary talent he has shown, it scares everyone and they end up trapping Khalid. Khalid his name is Khalid the son of the fiftieth generation swordsman who saves the world.

They rest for a moment and left. Catherine went to the nearest pond and started practicing with the wooden sword. Hikaru saw her, he was carrying Destiny’s sword. He don’t know what is he feeling towards her. His heart was beating so fast and that time seems very slow when he's around her. He went closer to her. "You are doing well. Destiny would be glad if you practice with this.” Hikaru gave Catherine the sword Destiny has left. Catherine was surprised seeing the sword again. He holds the wooden sword and she was staring at the sword Hikaru handed.

His voice sounded foreign. Christopher stepped closer, leaning on the rope. “Mercer! Stop, now!” But Kai seemed deaf to him. He pressed forward: left, right, body shot, head movement. The combinations were flawless—too flawless. They belonged to the battlefields and underground rings that had forged him. Aria backed away, blocking where she could, but Kai’s weight was crashing in full force. Another strike hit her ribs. The pain shot sharp, knocking the breath from her lungs. “Kai!” she cried desperately. “Enough!”

"Seems rather dramatic for corporate security." "The most valuable tools," she'd replied then, "are the ones you hope never to use." Now, she studied the blade with new purpose. Alex had given her something she'd never expected to find in her dangerous world: a heart that could break. And she would move heaven and earth—or tunnel through it with her bare hands—to reclaim it. As she turned back toward the collapsed tunnel, a new tremor shook the ground beneath her feet. Not an aftershock from the facility's destruction, but something else. Something worse.

Lifeless and bloody. With a sword stabbed into her heart.

"It’s where we make our own weapons. If you want revenge, Lyra, you’re going to need more than just your wings. You’re going to need the Star-Breaker." "The Star-Breaker?" "The only sword that can cut through the High Council’s shields," Mira explained. "But it hasn't been touched in a hundred years. It requires a heart that is full of both love and hate." I looked at Leo, then at the door we had just locked. I thought of the King and the Star-Eaters. I thought of my world turning to ash. "I have plenty of both," I said. We walked deeper into the tunnel. The air grew hotter, and I heard the steady thud-thud-thud of a giant hammer. But as we turned the corner, I stopped.

But in this icy, barren territory, I felt it wash over my skin, the brisk wintry blast, simply to be greeted by the rhythm of my heart, repeatedly and again. However, everyone froze as he drew his sword. Its sharpness would injure the air apart from him. Pressing down with his power and superior strength, he dragged the blade backward towards her face. When she least expects it, he knocks the blade from her grasp until it lands just unreachable. He steered his elbow into her face, almost knocking her unconscious. He gets to his feet, standing over her. The tilt of the sword is pointed towards her heart in both hands-on grips. He plunges the sword into her rib cage. She gasped for air. The so