Novel & Cerita Sword Of Justice

I took a steady breath. Tears streamed down my face, but I didn’t falter. I tightened my grip. As I raised the sword, a memory struck me. My father carving a blade through the flesh of a man with a depraved smile on his face. He’d enjoyed it. I didn’t. This wasn’t pleasure. This wasn’t revenge. This was justice. I closed my eyes. And swung. The blade sliced clean through, severing his head from his body in one swift motion. Blood sprayed across the stone floor, the sound of it dull and final.

To protect his position as the Don, I stepped up, taking on the most dangerous, most suicidal deals: the kind even his most loyal men wouldn't touch. In the first month, I cleared out a drug lord's base in Barimo's old district. I came home with a bullet still lodged in my shoulder blade, and what did I get? Lucio wrinkled his nose, looking at me like I was filth. "Smells disgusting." Camilla comforted me in private. "He's sick right now, don't take it to heart. But you're always fighting and bleeding like this. It's no wonder he," she trailed off with a sigh.

Moments later, Jude pulled himself together and said with a smirk, “You’re going to make me chief? “Do you take me for a child? Why should I believe you?” “Swoosh!” A black and red shimmer sprung out of Kaze’s sleeve and plunged into the table in front of Jude. “How about now?” Jude was caught off guard. Holding himself together, he looked at the item that jumped out. The next minute, Jude’s lips quivered. “T-This is the Nether Viper Sword. “The sword represents the Viper’s Den West State Branch leader.”

“You think she can hurt me?” “She’s not an ordinary girl.” “Neither am I an ordinary man.” Anatoly’s scowl deepened, but I shrugged his hand off and stepped forward. The men shifted, giving me space. “Bring out the weapons,” I ordered. A ripple of surprise moved through the ranks, but they obeyed. Two men disappeared into the armory, returning moments later with crates. The clatter of steel rang out as they dropped them open, a display of gleaming metal under the sun. Swords, katanas, axes, hammers—pieces collected from across continents, weapons that knew the taste of blood and death like I knew the back of my own palm.

"That bastard Wade planned this. He's hiding from us. Let's go to his company and make a scene. Trash his reputation—he'll have to come out and pay us." Early the next morning, Jennifer dragged Vanessa to Wade's old workplace. They barely reached the entrance before security stopped them. "Who are you here for? Do you have an appointment?" "We're looking for Wade Watson," Jennifer snapped. "That ungrateful jerk stole my daughter's youth and took our money. Tell him to come out and face us!" The guard's face hardened. He raised his shield. "Mr. Watson's been transferred. He's not with this branch anymore. Leave now, or we call the police."

For a short while each morning, the citadel felt almost peaceful. Adrian stepped into the open courtyard with his sword resting against his shoulder. The stone beneath his boots was cold, still damp with the night’s lingering frost. Thin mist curled along the edges of the training grounds, giving the towering walls a ghostlike appearance. He set the sword down carefully in the center of the courtyard. The weapon was enormous—nearly as tall as his shoulder and heavy enough that most soldiers struggled to lift it with both hands. Adrian lifted it easily. The familiar weight settled into his grip like an old companion.

"It's unlucky for this dead old man to have a scar that resembles your father's. Why don't we just cut it off?" Then he took the phone and issued the order. I reached out to snatch it away. Vivian slapped me across the face. "Julian is doing this for me! Don't you dare bully him in front of me!" My cheek burned. On the other end of the video, the men cut away the flesh around Robert's old scar and threw it into the pool. Rage twisted my face. I slapped Vivian to the ground. "Vivian Stone! Do you have any conscience at all?"

"Battle raged on across the continent, until finally, Markelus faced off with Eon. He drove his sword to the tyrant's heart, and killed him. Henceforth he became known as the Godslayer, and his weapon, the-" "Sword of the Godslayer." Minos swung his arms sidewards, like a musician that just delivered a heartwarming ballad. "So you're not really after my father, you're after the sword." "Yes." "You could have just said that." "Where's the fun in that?" "The only one who had fun in this room was you." Cassana glanced at Rei, who gave her an affirmative nod. "I hope you're not planning to be a bard, because you are terrible at it."

“I wear the story that it inhabits and it must follow all that I say. It is my weapon, a fearsome blade that can slice through anything in this realm or any other.” Jimmy could see the Anunnaki desperately wanted to resist, but his words went to work on it. It began to flicker and lose its current form, reshaping itself into a blurry, obsidian broadsword in Jimmy’s hands. The hilt of the sword crackled against Jimmy’s palms, shot through with a deadly electrical charge. Mr Isimud applauded with slow deliberation, smiling sardonically. “Excellently played,” he said. “The white knight is armed, but can he deliver the coup de grâce?”

Lixien didn’t give a glance to Leen and continued examining the sword. If it’s from seven mountains, then this must be the ‘Flaming Red Fire of Lava’. It was a sword that everyone is obsessed with. It’s a sword that chooses his master. It also can talk from others' descriptions. She squinted her eyes. Why is Vailn giving her such a precious gift? She snapped her fingers and blinked. Her brows were slightly frowned as she was understanding why he was being too considerate or was it not considerate?