Sword Of The Falcon Novels & Stories

Not only that but, the growing light from the flame sword shrunk their pupils. "GET BACK!" Falco turned around and yelled, "SHE'S ABOUT TO FRY US ALL!" However, just before the flame reached the peak of its intensity, Creed armor started vanishing away from his body. The wind assaulted his sleeveless hoodie while he was falling towards the ground, and yet a giant stunning ebony colored medieval bow appeared inside his clutch. "No! You don't…." He uttered lightly under his breath, His muscle cramped up, and his bulging biceps trembled from the elastic resistance when he pulled the bow string with his bleeding fingers. Several bones inside neck, shoulders and back cracked simultaneously when h

I said to him. “You’re a worthless piece of shit, you and your protocols. You don’t even deserve the easy way out that death will bring you,” Falcon said, as he stuck the knife deep into Duncan’s heart and twisted it. He left the knife in his heart to prevent his healing and we stood there for ten minutes as we watched Duncan die. “Burn his body and flush his ashes down the toilet,” Falcon said, and turned to walk away. “Bring me the rogues and their leader,” I said, and ten Zetas headed to the dungeon.

"Go Turry!" "Ladies, that's enough, this is a solemn lesson in magick - and the first phase of my courtship!" Jarnja mock scolded, beating her furred breasts with her claymore. Silence, then laughter, fell across the fighting pit. Felice handed me a sapphire encrusted longsword carved with bindrunes in the shape of the wolf riding, snake reins giantess Hyrokkin. I saw Othala, the Ancestors, on its hilt. "I'll beat you, dear Jarnja," I smirked as I said it, flashing the blade.

I jumped up and I looked like a child who was given a candy because of ecstasy. I was in the middle of my fun when I realized I was the only one celebrating like a fool here. I hesitate to smile at them. They just stared at me seriously and then went back to examining the celestial weapon they had obtained. Raid analyzes a blue sword with double blades. A lion's head is engraved on its handle. “Raid, that’s the Blade of Pride. It brings victory to its user,” Archmaster revealed to the man.

Fallon nods her head, and without wasting a second, she walks towards where the diamond was, she took it and quickly leaves the room before the clock hit the deadline program for the hacking. On leaving the room, she had an encounter with the posion ivies. Fallon count the hoodlums in front of her, and they were about ten in number "Give that to me" One of them said. He's a member of the posion ivies, fat and hairy like a wolf. Fallon smirks "You can only have it if you can cross me" Fallon said and unsheathed her sword. She throws the diamond inside her backpack and rushed towards them, slitting their throats with the sword, and being good at fencing was a big advantage to her.

----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- For the first time, someone is not looking me in the eyes and I do not like it. I have worn nice clothes, a long sleeve white shirt, with little frills on the end of the sleeves, a nice long pale blue skirt, and donned little boots as well. I have a necklace with a singular sapphire in the center, and it all comes together quite nicely. Dante usually compliments me on my choice of wear, but now he cannot even face my general direction. He walks beside me, his trusty sword, Macbeth, slung over his back, in the torch-lit halls. We're in the older part of the estate where electricity does not r

I think she didn’t know the humor about me because she recklessly continues to run meeting my incoming move. Her eyes are oozing with excitement as she’s so proud to attack me. When I am in my calculated distance, I throw my sterling daggers straight to her forehead that shocked her up. The silver dagger being buried almost half of its size. As she was trying to get the dagger out of her system. The black rune changes into a clear crystal, as I saw how her forehead melts due to the wolf's bane mixture I experimented with. My dagger contains my H1N1 Wolfs Bane and Venom making the rune turns black. It will only activate as it quickly hits the body of the Werewolf. “Awooooo….Awooooooo” I curse

If he had that blade, he wouldn’t have died in the battle against the Winged Serpent. Village Head Fan cast his gaze to the sword that stood gallantly in the middle. Although the current situation meant that he didn’t have time to waste, he couldn’t help but be drawn in by the blade in the middle. Unlike Durandal, the sword in the middle was completely blue, but possessed a white hilt. It gave off a holy aura, and seemed so sacred that one was even afraid of touching it, for the fear that one would stain its beautiful purity. It didn’t tear into Village Head Fan with its gaze, but it repelled him calmly when he subconsciously reached out to touch it. It repulsive force woke Village Head Fan

"Landing a man as perfect as you is truly a blessing." I watched a faint, endearing flush creep up to the tips of his ears, a profound sense of peace finally settling over my chest. Thankfully, I wasn't some doomed, tragic female foil in a cheap novel. We had a long, beautiful lifetime ahead of us.

"Get your hands off her, Michael." The words didn't boom through the vaulted tunnel; they dropped like heavy, frozen stones into the slush between us. Kai Feng stood perfectly still beneath the splintered cedar archway, his chest heaving under his unbuckled breastplate, the massive ceremonial broadsword in his right hand trailing its dark tip through the gray peat. The smoke from the pitch fires curled around his boots, but the raw pressure rolling off his skin wasn't a king's battle roar anymore. It was the low, territorial rasp of a wolf who had just found another male’s scent all over his mate.