Sword Of Justice Novels & Stories

With Miguel's return to the room, the two could come across two guys standing at his door, one with brown hair in a well-aligned haircut, a shaved beard and standing with his hands in his pockets while the other was talking super excitedly, gesturing a lot. This one had dark blond hair combed back. As Miguel approached the duo, he put his hand on Catherine's shoulder, making her look at him a little scared at first. His hand was warm, and he had to take a step to his side, which made her smell his wonderful scent. It was Miguel's perfume, with a woody odor that matched perfectly with his lumberjack style. The trance in her mind was broken when she heard him introduce her.

she answered without hesitation as Maru can saw how serious she was. “Fine, take this and make sure you will not die,” Maru said as he handed her his royal sword. “But your highness, it’s a royal sword I already got mine,” she said giving handing back the sword. “Here’s a deal, let’s trade our swords, and after the war make sure to give it back,” Maru said giving her a serious look. “Yes your highness,” she said as she blushed in surprise and stared at the sword carved with a royal logo representing a wing of peace. Maru left her on the ground as he step back on the platform.

He walked towards me, grabs me by the arm and hugged me tightly. “Destiny, please come back” I heard him crying. “Hikaru…” I returned his hug and rest my head on his shoulder. As he wipes his tears from his face, he apologizes. He sat down again, his head was looking at the ground. “You’ve inherited Destiny’s sword, might as well have her throne.” “NO” I shortly replied, he looked at me. “And never ever!” an angry voice was heard. Hikaru stood up in surprise, I was still holding the sword. On the staircase stands, Aiomi.

Jack saw me and did not even seem surprised. He frowned a little, looking at me like I was something on the bottom of his shoe. "You followed me all the way here? You sure don't give up. But I'm not here to play games with you today. I'm here to defend Yvonne's brother in court." It felt like my whole body was being ripped apart, and a huge weight crushed my chest so much that I could not breathe. "Do you even know who you're helping? He's a killer! He's the one who took our daughter from us!"

He took a slow step toward me, sword in hand, a mockery of regality in the way he moved. “I gave you life,” he said, voice low. “And now I’ll take it back.” “You didn’t give me anything,” I snapped. “You stole from me. And now you’ve bled my people for your pride.” I didn’t wait. Power surged through me—not rage, not revenge… justice. The kind forged from broken bones and burned bridges. He swung his blade, fast and cruel, but I ducked under it and rammed my hand into his ribs. I didn’t just push with strength—I carved with precision. My claws, half-formed in their shift, sliced through cloth, through skin.

His heel slipped over the precipice, and for a moment he teetered there, gravity pulling him toward the void. Jason's hand shot out, grabbing Kairos's wrist. Relief flashed across Kairos's face, brief, pathetic hope that even now, his weapon, his son, would save him. "Brandon, " he started. Jason's expression was cold as stone. He raised the Obsidian Dagger with his other hand. "This," Jason said quietly, "is for my family. The ones you murdered mercilessly." He drove the blade into Kairos's chest. Kairos's eyes went wide, his mouth opening in a soundless gasp. Dark energy crackled where the dagger pierced flesh, the ancient weapon recognizing the justice in this moment.Jason wrenched the bl

The three men parted ways, each taking their own vehicle, while Emily rode in Rayden's blue Lamborghini Huracan. Inside the luxurious sports car, Emily chose to review the message sent by Lieutenant Benjamin. She relied heavily on Lieutenant Benjamin and Sergeant Rodney, as she had told Captain Ryan Falderson, who had chosen Crawford's side earlier. She would be the goddess Athena protecting the heroes defending justice and truth. Then she would let Themis weigh the value of justice with her balanced scales in court.

I single-handedly ruined his name, his legacy, and his entire company without a second thought. He glared at me with eyes filled with rage as if he wanted to tear me apart. But I met his gaze unflinchingly. And then, the judge's gavel struck. And the look on Stuart's face finally changed.

Otherwise, don't blame me for what happens next. Their laughter cut straight into me, sharp and merciless. All I felt was utter humiliation and pain. I sat alone outside the courthouse, consumed by a despair I had never known before. Weren't courts meant to stand for fairness and justice? Why had they become a sanctuary for the powerful? Tears streamed down my cheeks, blurring my vision. All I wanted was justice. Why was it so impossibly hard? As I bent forward, the medals slipped from my pocket. They clattered against the stone steps before tumbling all the way down.

“When we left Alex after mother died, did we not promise that we will find our father and end him? Did we not promise that we will ruin his kingdom to the ground? Did we not say that we will avenge our mother? Tell me now. What have we accomplished every since? You have been the bane of my existence and you have to leave.” He drew out a spear from the thin air, set it on fire and aimed it at me. I quickly doged it. I conjured a round shield and aimed it at him too. He blocked it with his arm that had already become steel. The shield bounced from his arm right back to me. “Bane of existence! You want to talk about bane of existence?” I was hot with anger this time.