Sword Master Seal Novels & Stories

The look on Slate’s face said it all as Nya stood there with the Heart of Magic tight in her fist. The soldiers’ faces told her that they recognized that it was too late, that they had let the magical gem fall into enemy hands. One of the soldiers held a sword to Slate’s throat, his hands trembling. Nya hadn’t even realized that he was under their control until the tip of the sword pierced his skin, and a tiny droplet of blood rolled down the edge.

I used his own words against him. Is Sawyer crazy? What will he gain from all this? "I can't Cora because he won't just let you go. He is powerful in the human world and will fight against me here, don't you get it?" Sawyer doesn't know that Bray is a Dragon. Bray also said that no human weapon can hurt him but does it affect his human form? I don't remember those details. If Sawyer wants me, fine if that will take his mind off Bray. "Okay. You mark me, and I will follow you to your pack. I won't come here if you want. I will stay with you forever and I will love you. Please let him go."

She smiled, “That would be great.” We walked to the kitchen, so that I could finish supper, when I saw another group of dark warlocks outside, trying to see in. I launched daggers at them and they all dropped. Lori asked, “How do you do that?” I laughed, “I have a bunch of daggers and spears premade so that I can do that. I tell the weapons where to stab them, and they do it.” She smiled, “That is such an amazing ability. I bet it has come in handy. I smiled, “It has. They are made of ice, but they don’t melt until I use them. Then they melt immediately. They are invisible to the enemy, but I have a spell on them that will make them melt immediately if anyone but me touches them or hands the

“Why are you giving it back to me?” “Because there’s nothing to see in this paper, just one thousand ways to die”. “What do you mean?” “This is too..” I glanced back at the list for some inspiration on the perfect word to describe the unsavory things listed in it, which my brain instantly produced as my eyes lingered on number six, give someone an erotic lap dance. Jesus. This wasn’t the kind of fun I’d pictured in my mind’s eye. “…reckless”. “Exactly!” She threw her hands in the air. “You finally get it. It’s bad-bitch-o’clock sister! The perfect time for the initiation into the level-up age!”

A rush of wind came blowing in, taking up my hair in the air. I listened, the village was wrapped in silence, save for the occasional whisper of wind. It was quiet, asleep. Peaceful. But I wasn't a part of that peace... my bones still clanged when they remembered the fire. The screams. The hill of skull and bones. The blood. Who was he? The seal in his hand was unmistakable. The same Aurora's Seal I have been told of. The same sword Luca wields. What was this? I can't forget the aura surrounding him—it was darker than anything I had ever felt. Not evil… not exactly. But ancient. Raw. Unforgiving. Daunting.

The 11 warriors taking the oath stood in a line in front of me and the rest of Silverclaw. “Trevor, Dominic, Edgar, Thomas, Theresa, Haven, Han, Krystal, Christian, Joshua, and Jacob, do you vow fealty to Silverclaw, accept the name Barrier, and ensure the safety of the Silverclaw name, even if it brings you your death?” “I do.” They each repeated. “Trevor Barrier, to swear this oath to the Silverclaw family, you must ensure this with a blood oath. Doing so will illuminate you completely if ever you were to betray, or cause ill intent to Silverclaw. Do you accept?”

He chuckled to himself as he sat in his office, thinking that Bandit finally got his wish. A knock fell on the open door and Jake looked up. “Yes?” “It’s time, Prez,” Weasel said. In the parking lot in front of the bar, they all mounted their bikes. Weasel picked James up and settled him on the bike in front of him. He’d gotten his own vest, the name ‘Grim’ stitched to the chest and ‘Blood of Wrath’ on the back. It was a struggle to get him to take it off, but on the inside, Jake was proud that James had accepted club life so easily.

"Jack wolf, please!" With a surge of adrenaline, Jack Wolf summoned every last ounce of strength. The spear shone brighter, its power surging through him like a river of light. Eryndor's eyes widened in surprise as Jack Wolf's grip tightened, the spear's tip pressing deeper into his chest. The dark magic swirling around him began to falter. Eryndor stood on his ground. The air was electric with the clash of steel and the scent of sweat and blood. Eryndor's Shadowing dagger seemed to dance in the moonlight, its dark blade slicing through the air with a haunting screee-ksss.

I didn't say a thing but the panic that resonated through me was enough to be sensed by the wolves outside. And just like a blur, I felt Sage's hard grip on my fist his claws deepening into my skin. "Please" I growled out in pain. "You can't hurt me even if you tried to, I'll heal eventually the pain would only last for some time and that's it but yours, think about yourself Please. Let me help you, you'll be fine, just let" I was cut of by yet another growl that escaped from my lips. He deepened his claws his stare not leaving my eyes for a split as though he was enjoying the site of my pain.

We didn't even inform our parents. Instead, we had a simple ceremony in our rented apartment. I wore a wedding gown and married the love of my life. However, he didn't pull out a ring from amidst the bouquet—he pulled out a sharp fruit knife. The blade slashed against my skin, making my blood flow. I heard him repeating, "Why is life so unfair to me? Why?" This was my wedding night, which I'd dreamed of countless times since childhood. I spent two hours of it lying in a pool of blood as Liam stabbed me over 160 times. Each stab avoided my critical organs.