Sword Novels & Stories

The 13 Forms of Invincible Sword is concise of 1st form Anti-Sword and saber 2nd form Anti-Polearm (Spear, Guandao or Halbedier also include) 3rd form Anti-Hidden weapon (Throwing dagger, shuriken, needle, etc.) 4th form Anti-fist (Palm, Unarmed, knuckle also include) 5th form Anti-whip (Weapon that long and move like whip also include) 6th form Anti-heavy weapon (2-hand sword, 2-hand Hammer) 7th form Anti-spirits qi (any attack that comes from spirits qi) 8th form Anti-range weapon (Arrow, throwing spear or ballistae)

The crowd could feel that the heat and cold had collided while looking at the swords on the stage. “Let me introduce to you the Blaze Wild Sword and the Deadly Glaze Sword. Blaze Wild Sword is a must be suggested for the people who had fire attributes and were accustomed to fire. The Deadly Glaze Sword is for the people who had Ice attributes. These swords are made by a Grade 5 Novice Armament Master.” Lark Oz said while showing them the swords that Luna had made.

I felt his lips kissing my right buttock and his fingers moving the fabric aside. Moments later, I felt cold metal between my labia, being pushed inside. “Mark, what is that?” I asked trembling when his fingers began to caress my clitoris while I felt the weight of the metal inside me. “It's a wireless vibrator, Olivia. Come on, give me one of your hands.” I did what he asked to feel the cord protruding from between my folds “You don´t have to worry that it stays there, at the end of the night I’ll be taking its place.”

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

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

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"

A medium lengthened double H sword with a tint of white and gold appeared beside his palm, so he gripped the grip of the sword and slashed it in the air in front of him diagonally to the left. Who will win? Good or Evil ?

ACE “It's a beautiful day for some murder. It's a beautiful day to slaughter. It's a beautiful day, it's a beautiful day...” I gradually started whistling my made-up song as I picked up a switchblade, pressing my leather-clad index finger to the sharp point.

BLADE 3. Pain. It was all I felt when I shot my eyes opened. I felt so sore and tired. The memories of how Lorenzo plunged deeper into me last night filled my mind. He was so cruel to me. I didn't find any enjoyment in it at all. I tried lifting my hands and I was happy It was back to functioning. My tit hurts too as a result of the sucking he did last night.

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.