Sword Novels & Stories

Realization dawned in my friends faces as they go white. "Layla..." Leo began. "HOLD HIM!" I shouted. Before anyone can stop me I swung the hammer up and down as hard as I could. Billy screamed. I think Eve did too but I don't register any of it. It's just a job that needs to be done. I swung it again. I faintly heard someone yell something but again, I don't really comprehend any of it. I swung one more time before I finally hear the crack that I was waiting for. I rested for a moment. Then I took off his other shoe.

I set down the hand weights and walked to the bench-press. I loaded the amount of weight I wanted and laid flat on my back. Tuck stood close by as my spotter in case I needed help. I lifted the weight bar and closed my eyes so I could concentrate on my next set of reps, but all I could see were her big brown eyes. I sighed heavily as Tuck looked at me concerned. Her eyes looked pained as if they were calling out to me. They begged to be rescued but mostly they longed for understanding, love and affection. As I completed my last set of reps Tuck helped me return the weight bar to its resting place. I sat up and instantly felt regret for letting her go. I was an idiot for giving her the cold s

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

Wild and free. August shook his head, “You are crazy, you know that?” Ryan chuckled and followed August when he started to walk. But.. “Wait a sec,” He crouched down and picked up the thing that caught his attention. “I have seen this somewhere.” It only took two seconds for August to recognize what his friend was holding. “Give me that!” He took the chain with a warrior helmet pendant and inspected it to confirm that it is what he thinks it is. “I know who it belongs to. I will give it to him.” He said to his confused friend and stuffed the chain in his pocket.

It was a pathetic and undeniable craven existence but it was how they were winning the war. Dave let out a sigh. "No. He used a HG blade." I nodded. A brilliant man named Henry Gomez spent his life developing a UV spiked, but essentially silver based liquid that could be applied to any metallic object, leaving a coat of active poison that would kill both shade and host upon entering the their shared body. Something in perfectly balanced formula temporarily imprisoned the shade and as long as the wounds you inflicted on the human were mortal, the shade shared the same fate. The HG liquid had become as precious to us as light bulbs. It was hard to come by at the best of times, especially out h

“Okay, sir.” “This is the switch. And it does hurt a lot to be hit with.” He places the switch back on the bed and picks up another tool. “This is a paddle. It distributes the blow to a larger area but it’s smack will certainly burn. This is the cane, I’m sure you can see why it’s called that. It is not as flexible as the switch.” He places them all down on the bed again and then turns towards me.

Still, the rouges were laughing but the laughter soon stopped when Lanna's walking stick spun through the air and whacked the lead rogue down "You bitch" he spat before adding "kill her". The rogues all came forward as one, as me and Acre are about to run to her side a flash of silver spun through the air and we watch as Lanna spins and twists, cutting down the rogues, it almost as if she is doing a dance, one by one we see the rogues dropping, Acre leans into me "Did you know her walking stick was a sword? ha asks confused "Dude I didn't even know she had a walking stick, but she sure knows how to use it"

At the top of the silver heart, was a red flashing light. "What the-" I whispered. I squinted my eyes. I looked up when the bushes across from us rustled. Was it an animal? Gedeon? Or did Eliza find us? Of all options, I wasn't expecting Lucas to step out from behind a tree. I choked on the breath in my throat and Alastor froze. Lucas looked deranged. His hair was wild and his eyes were wide; crazed. His shirt was smeared with dirt. In one hand he held a small black device with a red light on it, flashing frantically. On the other, he held a pistol. A smirk grew over his lips. Not his normal smirk-the one I had grown fond of-but sinister and bone-chilling. His eyes were locked on Alastor and

It smelled of damp stone, old hay, and solitude. Makil was already there, warming up with a series of fluid stretches that further betrayed his training. He wore similar clothes to yesterday, and two practice longswords were thrust into the ground at the center of the yard. Leigh arrived silently, a shadow detaching from the deeper shadows of the archway. She'd re-braided her hair tightly. She said nothing, simply walked to the center, pulled one sword from the earth, and tested its weight. "No rules," Makil said, pulling the other. "First to yield, or be disarmed."

The front door was open and James and I bumped into each other trying to get through it at the same time. The man stood near the kitchen table, his hands shook lightly and I saw the knife in his hands. Adara stood in front of him, shielding Kai in his carry cot with her body. She was in her wolf form and there was blood on her chest. She was snarling at him and he held his one hand up as if surrendering.