Sword Novels & Stories

The weight of his sword felt like an extension of his arm, a part of him as vital as his own heartbeat. As the battle horns blared, signaling the start of the assault, Lucian surged forward. The clash of steel and the roar of warriors filled the air. Lucian’s movements were fluid, almost graceful, as he cut through the enemy ranks. His blade found its mark with lethal precision, each strike deliberate and deadly. He did not blink as he took life after life; the faces of the fallen blurred together in a haze of crimson.

Turning away from the others, I point the sword in front of me and almost drop it when a flame shoots out but stops before it touches anything. "Whoa," I say softly. When I turn around, I see Wyatt and Jock have swords, but theirs are slightly different. Wyatt's has a blue handle and shoots out ice, enough to freeze someone in place. Jock's has a green handle and shoots out electricity. "I guess you got your answer," Zoe says, staring at the three of us in shock. I smile and nod. "Now we're prepared to kick some ass. Let's see what the next message says, and then we'll head out." I say, putting my sword<

He grunted and grabbed my hand firmly, which was holding a knife, and removed the knife all at once. He swallowed painfully, and Adam's apple bobbed, and closed his eyes. His body was shaking. After a moment, "I'll kill you, bitch!" He hissed and snapped open his eyes, furious. I shivered. He brought the bloody knife between the valley of my breasts and tore away my bra, and exposed me. I gasped when he streaked his blood over my breasts on nipples through the knife. He leaned forward and caught my breast in his mouth, sucking my nipple harder. His breathing turned to labor, as unbearable pain passed through his body. His chest rose and fell rapidly as he fought to keep himself on his feet a

Another wave of tears rolled down my eyes as I set my eyes on Bert. “Bert.” I immediately stretched my hands out for a hug; “thank you, thanks for your help.” “You don’t have to thank me, Olivia.” He murmured as he pulled back. “I will always be here to help you; I’ll be there for you.” I nodded at him, “how do you feel?” “Just one bullet piercing through my arm can’t kill me.” He laughed and opened his shirt, “see this mark, it’s a gunshot mark from one of our operations.” He pointed to the mark on his stomach.

The long wait was over; the final battle had begun. Veyra stood at the front of her army, her cloak billowing in the gusts of wind that whipped around her like the fury of the storm itself. Her hand rested on the hilt of the Sword of Zevi, its blade shimmering with moonfire—a weapon that had seen countless battles, but none like the one she was about to lead. The sword was more than just a weapon; it was a symbol of everything they had fought for. Of the sacrifices that had been made. Of the blood that had been spilled.

"Clan Sköll? Det er ikke mulig. Sköll-klanen forsvant i min fars tid. (That's not possible. The Sköll Clan disappeared in my father's time.)" The sword disappeared from his neck as did the boots from his back. Taking these actions as permission, Brand slowly turned over and sat up. He first saw the large warrior draped in multiple furs and with an ax in his hand and a longsword strapped to his back. The man's black eyes bore into his, daring him to make one wrong move so he could play with his favorite toy and remove Brand's heart from his chest with it.

she said as her head hung low, feeling defeated. Her mate came up and grabbed her face and held it so he could get a good look even if she couldn't see him behind the darkness. "You're doing what you need to. What anyone would do in your situation. You're a warrior, Riley. I'm so proud of you already. I can't wait till you're back home in the pack."

Exactly as seen earlier in the castle. The sword. “What does that one do?” I asked, pointing to it. “It drinks blood. For anyone it kills, their blood is stored in the blade. You would try to always have a clothing between you and the hilt” That did not sound more beneficial than fairy dust. “So how useful would it be to protect me?” With only a smile, “very” Time to close the deal. “I have one silver coin” playing with the coins against my fingers. “Make it three and we have a deal”

I officially brought Aria here today, and looking at her pale face, even I could tell she was completely shocked by how serious the place looked. This was not a bright, sunny gym. The walls were lined with dark concrete, the floors were covered in thick black sparring mats, and massive racks of silver-laced combat knives and tactical weapons covered the back wall. This was not ordinary self-defense anymore. This was a place built for war. "Maya, this is... intense," Aria whispered, her eyes wide as she stared at two huge guys sparring aggressively in the corner. "I told you my dad didn't mess around," I said, giving her hand a reassuring squeeze. "If you want to beat wolves, you have to trai

When I finally ran out of desperate words, he steepled his fingers and studied me like a piece of meat on the cutting board. “I can give you the time off,” he said slowly. “Paid. Plus extra for the missed shifts. But nothing’s free anymore, little girl. You know that.” Relief and dread crashed into each other inside my chest. I nodded quickly. “Whatever you want. Just… please.” He opened his desk drawer and pulled out a small black box. Inside was a sleek, teardrop-shaped silicone plug, slightly curved, with a flared base and a wireless remote beside it. It wasn’t huge, but it looked heavy. Sinister.