Sword In Heart Novels & Stories

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.

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

"No one can tame me yet you..." I yelled, and my Silver Heart was full of strength, love, and pulse. "I am the silver heart!" AND YOU'RE NOT GOING TO EAT US!“ When the Eclipse Wraith screamed, arcs of darkness moved violently against my balanced energy. The pieces slowly began to match up with my heartbeat, going along with the Silver Heart, the True End, the Shadowed Moon, and the piece that was inside me. Sparks of red, silver, black, and blood lit up the forest like a storm of stars.

Almost. That memory had the power to bring back all the hurt I felt when I heard those harsh words coming from the mouth of someone to whom I have dedicated so much love all my life. I became even tenser at the memory and decided to be firmer about removing my daughter from the arms of that arrogant and selfish being. " I-want-my-daughter" NOW! " I spoke without measuring the intonation of my voice and without caring about the entire audience that watched us. Everyone looked at me like they couldn't recognize me and Sarah burst into tears, I don't think so because she had never seen me talk to anyone like that.

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.

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.

"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

Taking the perfect chance, she just stabbed him straight in his heart, the heart which was ruthless , merciless and didn't care about anyone, which had enough courage to harm the innocent people and take innocent lives which was like a stone kept in the left side of his chest. With the swoosh sound, his heart got pierced and Trinity's sword passed his body and came out from his back making a large hole in his heart and chest, which caused a stream of hot and metallic blood to ooze out and flow like a waterfall from his mouth and his heart too. OHMAN was still holding onto himself and didn't want to admit his defeat that too from a lady which had never happened in his whole life. Yet he knew