Sword Of Promised Victory Novels & Stories

The rest of the werewolves were scattered around him, all of them wounded and struggling to get back to their feet. Just as Ricky felt a wave of despair wash over him, he heard a voice in his mind. It was low and soothing, guiding him towards a solution. "Command your sword, General!" The voice said. The Golden sword in his hand began to glow and hum, as if urging him to take action. Ricky raised the sword to the sky and shouted, "May the rain of victory pour on us!" The words had barely left his lips when dark clouds gathered above, and a torrent of rain came pouring down.

’ everybody assumed impatiently. Tension of the crowd was aroused in alarm, their hearts raced with unwelcoming anticipation. Finally, a figure emerged from the huge waves as a victor, the sword of Eryndor– Eryndor, exhausted but triumphant, his Conch shell still clutched in his hand.

But he was close. Too close. I had to move faster. *** Later that night I went to the mattress and retrieved the blade. It was small but razor sharp. The metal caught the light faintly as I tested the weight in my palm. It wasn’t for attack, it was a message for something. A promise. The assassin was in play. But there was no timeline. No plan yet. Just that question: "Are you still willing?" A breeze drifted through the window crack. The fireplace has burned to low embers.

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?

Behind him, Thane rose slowly too, his gaze burning. Then— The remnants of the tent’s torn flap burst wide open. And through it came figures emerging like warriors from legend—bloodied, snarling, glorious. Their eyes glinted, clothes torn, weapons slick with gore. At their center was a towering presence with copper-threaded black hair and cold gray eyes—Alpha Cochram. Beside him, a younger but scarred figure brandished a twin-headed axe—Alpha Cormac. Alpha Hijar, grim-faced and wounded, had a bow ready in his hands. Then came Alpha Billam, his white cloak splattered with red, face alight with fury.

"You just tried to kill your brother but end up shooting your lover. A compensation for your help, I was the one who killed your mother." Hannock backed away, an evil smirk plastered on his mouth. He draws his sword, both hands around the handle and brought it forward to Mizuko with all his strength. To his surprise, his evil smirk is met by Kenshi's evil grin. "No, not her," he grunted, his hands around the sharp sword that had his blood dripping. "She's my woman!"

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.

The war raged on, a battle of power and soul, each stroke striking like a crescendo amid the storm. My trembling palm clutched Xavier's sword, a relic of power that pulsed with an energy I didn't understand. The blade became an extension of my will as the Demon leaped at me with murderous intent. The sword clashed with its opponent's blade in a dance of survival, each strike mirroring the ferocious struggle for power.

The gate of the Valcarcel Clan was destroyed and filled with holes that were still smoking from the bombs. Some of the disciples were already on the ground, bathing in their r blood however, the majority of the enemies had fallen on the ground. In my right hand, I was holding the same type of sword which was given by Phoenix, and he also had the same weapon as mine. Both of us are already ready to go on the battlefield and face our enemy. THIRD PERSON P.O.V

Our clothing, the only thing keeping him from violating me in ways I didn’t even want to comprehend. “Oh, come on.” Ricky laughed. “Trevor and I have shared every woman together. I can’t have my best friend getting something that’s not worth the trouble—” Before he could even finish his sentence, there was a loud bang and his grip slowly loosened as his body went slack and I was able to push him to the floor. There, behind him, though stood Sophia. Her hand was outstretched with a weapon within it, a look of anger in her eyes decorated by black bruising and a busted lip.