Sword Novels & Stories

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 stopped when he saw her. "Crimson!" called the female speedster. "Shit! Get the plutonium outta here, now!" Just ahead of the truck, a woman was standing there, in the middle of the road. She was dressed in black and her face was covered. Crimson, the scarlet speedster, watched in horror as the woman on the road wielded some kind of large weapon that she held with both of her hands. "For Anna!" she muttered and activated the weapon which let out a large bolt of lightning and struck the truck.

Lariempi said emotionlessly “Lord please teach me how to kill them, even with my powers I could only watch…” Amelia said before breaking into tears again and Lariempi smiled slightly “You couldn’t kill them because your weapon was too inferior.” He said, he then raised his index finger and a drop of golden god-blood dropped from his finger and landed on the ground

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.

Their focus is razor-sharp, the tension palpable. Kayden pulls on his leather chest plate, cinching the laces with meticulous care. Jayden, in turn, sharpens a broadsword, each stroke a whisper promising vengeance. As for me, I tighten the straps of my lightweight armour, feeling the cool touch of metal against my skin, a comforting shield against the storm of emotions raging within me.

"The broadsword is called Soul-swallowing. It has been with me for about a thousand years and has only been used a few times. I won't let the blade return to its sheath until my enemies get hurt." Chu Xun chuckled and raised Dragon's Wrath. "It is called Dragon's Wrath. Whoever touches it will die." "You and I are very similar. We all have the overlords of weapons," Liu Wentian said. Chu Xun sneered and put away Dragon's Wrath the next moment. "Let me tell you, the saber is not the overlord, but I am." As soon as he finished speaking, Chu Xun rushed to Liu Wentian, his fists turning into amethysts. He punched out, with the dragon roaring.