Sword Novels & Stories

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So the young nice waitress tried to escape Hana’s hug. On the street, Sugai aggressively kicked his leg against the tree and then immediately jumped up and down, hugging his leg, his mouth constantly rubbing "It hurts", physiological tears welled up in the corners of his eyes. He wished he had super powers, released all his ranger stored in his body. There was a lot of work that he had to finish but those two people were constantly causing trouble.

He was about to strike the unknown adversary when she suddenly took out some sort of weapon that resembled a grenade launcher but instead of grenades coming out of it, a white beam of light shot out from it and blasted the speedster. The speedster wailed and hit the wall again with his back but did not fall to the floor. His body remained plastered against the wall while the strange woman held the weapon at him, still emitting the beam of light. Almost immediately, electrical sparks began to flow out of the speedster's body and into the weapon. He cried out, trying in vain to free himself from the wall. Electricity then stopped coming out of him and the woman put down her weapon. The speedst

Sword-saint said coldly and the temperature of the room seemed to drop a few degrees “Sword-saint, do you know the meaning of what you just said?” White-haired predator asked in shock “Your majesty, I think I have an idea.” Thousand-nights Predator who had been silent the whole time suddenly spoke up and a soft sigh escaped the King’s lips “Speak up Thousand-nights.” The king said and everyone’s attention was instantly on Thousand-nights predator

What's wrong with Shin? * To Be Continued *

Eira mumbles as she walks away from Sorin, picking up the frying pan that had fallen down in the struggle. "Thank you my lovely frying pan" she whispers lovingly to the pan. Sorin raises his eyebrows as Eira placed the frying pan with utmost care back into its place. "Seriously, sweetheart out of all the things you could attack with you chose a freaking frying pan to hit me with?" Sorin chuckled. "Pfft. Do you know how useful this weapon is?" Eira asked offended. "Weapon really? Please its just a cooking vessel used for umm cooking??" Sorin said as his lips threatened to break open into another grin.

His torso drips down sweat and I watch a stray line of sweat till it travels down his waistline and disappears past his boxers. Fuck he's hot. His golden skin glistens with sweat. His blonde hair is in a bun with a few strands sticking to his sweaty face. I watch his arm flexes as he punches the punching bag aggressively. He notices my presence but pretends not to. I'm frustrated. I don't even know where to start. I just watch him beat the punching bag like his mate. Suddenly, he stops and starts to unwrap the bandage around his knuckles. He doesn't stare at me.

Looking at everyone, I made a round gesture and positioned myself to fight. With a smile, my hand outstretched, and curling my fingers, I invited one of the warriors to advance. He immediately takes the bait and lunges at me with all his might. I hit him with a punch in the stomach, and the sound of ribs cracking echoes in the air. The other four attacks at the same time, while the first one curls up in pain on the floor. I reached down and swept the legs of one of them, hitting him full in the face with a punch, leaving him whimpering as he grabbed his broken nose. Throwing one leg back, I hit another in the leg, and the bone snapped, leaving him screaming in pain on the floor. The other tw

A timeline. I could work with timelines.

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