Sword Stealer Httyd Novels & Stories

His danger wasn’t cruel. A shadow fell across the bar. Another man approached, taller, broader, his beard thick and his smile sharp as a blade. His vest bore the same patch as Blake’s, though I didn’t dare look too close at what it meant. “Well, well,” the man drawled, eyes sliding over me in a way that made my stomach clench. “Didn’t know you were bringing strays, Blake.” The word stray hit like a slap. Heat rushed to my cheeks, shame pricking beneath my skin.

So he used his sword instead—Clank! Even before his cousin managed to deflect one of his daggers, Noah already threw another one at him—Whoosh! Slash! This time, it managed to hit Hyukjin right in his left thigh. “Argghhh!” The handsome alpha grunted, ‘this pain is so fucking painful!’ Even Hyukjin knew that Noah was a son of a werewolf huntress, but he never sparred him using his mother’s weapon. They always fight using wooden-sword. Hyukjin kneeled on the ground; he couldn't stand up anymore since his feet were badly injured. The effect of the Silver weapon was so severe on werewolves; it'll take a longer time to heal it naturally.

"Who is it? Come out!" Ding Hao shouted loudly. "Jie Jie Jie... Anyone who is able to block my Steel Flying Awn Needles are not so poor in strength... However, if you want to be an existence standing side by side with us, the head of the Swordsmanship-seeking Sect is a dotage," A bleak voice sounded in the whole pub. It was erratic and unpredictable. Nobody was sure where the speaker was. The attacker obviously possessed a very clever stealth-attack technique.

The supposedly invincible steel king is brought to his knees by a dildo. “Take me to Nala. It’s a command!” he demands and I comply and help him out. We are walking down the corridor with him leaning on me. He is now drenched with sweat and continuously winces while holding his chest. “Dad, what is going on?” “Nala is fucking a dead man.” “What? Dad…” “Shut up and hurry up,” he interjects. “I swear I am going to tear the asshole apart! Nala…is…mine…only..mine.” he adds.

"Oh Keith, you can't imagine how happy I feel. I never like the thought of young women being left alone in the world. Tabitha is so lucky you live here." Keith smiled kindly at Linda but then glanced at Tabitha. The guy stared intimately, and his hint was clear. He would stay until he had her consent regarding the child in Tabitha's womb. "I have to go now to bring my groceries in. I was just getting back from shopping when I saw a really cool car. What's it called?" This time Linda was at a loss for words. "Jeep." Jace continued "Jeep! Yes … very manly. Perfect for the virile Keith." Linda answered, and Tabitha groaned inwardly.

As I took a step back, he took a step closer, slowly, while showing his claws. "Ack!" I block his claws using the metal. He suddenly jumps on me! He's too strong! I held my breath when the tip of his claws ass inches away from my eye. Gathering all my strength, I kick his stomach. But it didn't do much for him. I need to pierce him with this metal! I didn't wait for him to recover, Iran towards him. I point to the metal in his chest. But before I could even reach him, he jumped in my direction.

I feel my heart thundering berserkly in my chest at the memory of her face morphing and twisting in fury, the baby blue turned blood-red eyes, and the sinister expression that told me she was ready to killl in a blink of an eye. "Vampire." Hunter blurts. Again, as if he knows exactly what's running in my head every damn minute, in every fucking second. And he's not even looking at me! How on earth does he do that? "Scarlet Tate is the only hybrid werewolf in the Wintermist Pack. She's the Alpha's daughter, so you better not underestimate her or you'll be dead before graduation." He warns. I look up and stare at his devilishly handsome face, his amber eyes cold and serious.

earned me a personal summon to his private quarters. No cameras. No witnesses. Just the sterile hum of fluorescent lights and the weight of locked doors. He removed his cap first. Then the belt. The heavy leather slid free with a slow hiss. When the metal buckle struck the floor, the crack echoed off concrete walls like a warning shot. “You thought a riot would get my attention?” Before I could answer—before I could even inhale—his fist tangled in my hair. My head jerked back. A sharp sting burst across my scalp as he forced me down, driving me to my knees between his thighs.

see that he'd burn the world down to keep me untouched. He caught the attacker mid-swing, twisting his arm brutally until bone snapped audibly. The man screamed. He silenced them with a swift knee to his temple. Another came from behind. He ducked, slammed his elbow into the attacker's gut, then dragged him by the hair and drove his skull into the edge of the table. He caught the last man by the throat, slamming him against the board hard enough to dent them. The man choked, face turning purple. I sank to the floor, trembling. My legs wouldn't obey me.