Sword Pilgrim Novels & Stories

Dark amusement colors his voice. This is torture. We're under siege. “How are we sure, Diablo, that Timothy is willing to sign and you aren't tricking us?” One of the men asks. His voice betrays the fear inside him. “You don't get to be sure. It's my word against yours. I call the shots.” Diablo says cruelly. Playing us like pawns in whatever sick game he's conjured. We have no choice but to take his word for it. We have no choice but to obey.

Abraham was shook, and blood sputtered from his lower lip. He looked at Kabir with widened eyes who had his arms surrendered showing a ring in his middle finger which had caused bursting of Abraham's lip. "You kept punching me. You should have known this was coming." He pointed to his split lip. Abraham spat blood again and then walked inside the washroom. *** Minahil was looking at Arya with a disgusted face who was bitterly crying. "Stop this melodrama, Arya, for God's sake," she whisper yelled. Arya cried even more bitterly. "You are so heartless, Minahil. I'm going out of my country, my home."

She frowned wondering exactly what he was doing here and so now her curiosity increasing she inched a little more towards the door that was left slightly open. "You won this fight, if you keep on winning, you will find yourself getting closer" he was instructing as he gave the shirtless man/fighter a towel. Even from behind Eira couldn't help but admire his broad back and muscles. "Don't worry Mac, I will make sure to win the fights. I am going to get to him, no matter what" Armando said with determination and confidence in his voice. His voice sounded vaguely familiar to Eira but she couldn’t quite place it.

Eldrick seethed, clenching his fists and his low, dangerous voice rendered Hiro trembling and appalled. “A few days before Sir Fergus was murdered, a merchant from Hollis had approached him to trade his low-quality goods with us, claiming them to be good and of superior quality. But he could not deceive Sir Fergus. He recognized them to be of poor quality at the first glance and rejected to trade with the merchant.”

He looked at the minister who nodded. There will be an interim council and the prince will be coronated after his 17 th birthday. _____________ The war front smelled of blood. They had been fighting for three days and the fight stops at sunset. . Mithraos watched as his head warrior sped through the enemies like a wrathful god. The man was covered in blood, but that was a usual thing. He watched as the sword pierced through a soldier's body. Mithraos swung his sword and resumed his fight.

But since she was parched, she finished the wine in a single gulp. The man moved closer to the fire. Close enough for Jade to notice a long main of silver hair that was tied back in a half-ponytail. Jade was confused. The man didn’t look to be that old. At least, based on his voice alone, he sounded quite sprightly and young—perhaps just a few years older than she was. “I believe you, by the way,” the man said. “My name is Jin. I’m a trader.” “Jade… er… I’m a student.” Jade stuck out her hand to shake his, but quickly put it down when he showed no signs of wanting to acknowledge it.

He noticed it and said, “Grey of Dark Knight, 18. A black belter and master of martial arts. In charge of training new agents and expert in face to face fights. Aikon Advincula outside but just call me Aikon. I’m Stargazer’s bar tender and Polaris’s barista. Hope we can be friends.” “Ai.” JD-hyung muttered as he nodded and shook his hand. Then finally, he turned to Sean-hyung with a smile I can’t explain. Sean-hyung spoke. “Mist of Dark Knight, 18. Number one in handling arnis, chako and sword. The intelligence officer who has contacts anywhere you go. Sean Madrigal but call me Sean. Stargazer and Polaris’s cook.” He stopped and smiled. But instead of shaking his hand, JD-hyung pulled Sean-h

"That is on the grounds that the Kalia Kingdom has a Sword Saint. Neither the Romon Empire nor the Khawistan Khanate wishes to unsettle that individual. The Kalia Sword Saint is otherwise called the 'Whirlwind Sword Saint'. As indicated by bits of hearsay, he uncovered his power once when he was still just a Blademaster: when the downpour poured, he could pierce each and every raindrop with his sword and after the shower, an area of three meters from where he hit the dance floor with his sword was totally dry, making his name in a split second take off to distinction." "That Sandoz Hirda whom you've thrashed has since turned into the supporter of the Tempest Sword Saint. Consider it, three y

In addition to 15 disciples and all teachers-in-chief of five academies, there were five third-generation disciples in the Swordsmanship-seeking Sect. Those were all members of the Swordsmanship-seeking Sect to go on an expedition of the ancient ruins in Xiyan Mountains. Celestial Bodyshield Young Eagle Killer was very fast, shuttling in the cloud sea. With his wings open and close like huge cyan scissors, he cut a massive crack in the clouds, Ding Hao only saw that everything seen in front was retreating fast. When he looked down, there was layer upon layer of peaks and knolls with river twists and turns and fertile land. It was a world of magnificent fantasy.

The man in the black suit curled his lips and said, "It's fine if you can't remember that, King Pendragon. You just need to remember that you're going to die today!" Liam looked at the man with an indifferent gaze and asked again, "And you are?" The man's expression immediately darkened. He glared at Liam and got all worked up. "You don't know me?" The man in the black suit, Stygian, was dying to pound on his chest and shout that he was the top three fighters of God of War caliber from Sulibya. How could it be possible that Liam did not know him? Everybody knew that the black suit was his signature, yet Liam did not know him!