Novelas y relatos de Swordmaster

She blocks and I summon my katana. Sword of the shard, First stance: Cleaver of the Heavens A huge blade of energy appears in the air beside me pointed directly at her. It fires with incredible speed and she finally speaks. Prayer of the Damned: Inferno of Souls . Her sword burns with hellfire and she hurls it at the oncoming energy blade. “All right, that’s enough from you two kids” I see lightning flash in the space between our two attacks and they both disappear. A man dressed in a suit, with long white hair is left. Electricity crackles from where his eyes are supposed to be and he wears a wide grin.

My fingers are on my chin as I crouched and looked at it. The cover or the sheath was silver with a few pints of gold, I don't understand the engravings etched on it. Because of my curiosity, I held it and released it from its sheath. Unlike other sword, its blade was bluish and silver, the handle was wood in color and the cover was glass. It was not as heavy as it look. I lifted it up and swayed it... Imagining I was a samurai fighting some bad guys. I chuckled.

She picked up the said deadly weapon in her hands and attacked the intruder, "DIE IN THE NAME OF THE HOLY POWER OF THE FRYING PAN" accompanied the war cry. The person swiftly turned his figure silhouetted against the light streaming from the refrigerator. His because Eira's mind registered the fact that it was a male from the build. The person tried to take on the holy power of the frying pan that Eira had now slapped onto his face. Smack. The momentum of it had him slamming against the refrigerator door. Eira again tried to attack the person but a hand flashed out in the darkness taking hold of her hand firmly

Dexter said aloud as we heard the door leading to the other sections of the mansion open. Everyone's gaze was fixed on the passageway leading to the stairs, waiting in excitement to see what our Alpha had to present. And when I was beginning to think that our Alpha's surprise was a flop, I saw the hugest scare of my life. The whole hall fell into chaos as most people screamed and yelled in fear while others like myself stood speechless and motionless. It was a man. A man whose reputation spoke for itself. It was the legendary Alpha Blade, known in Haven as The Ripper.

“She’s inside and there is another man!” “Wait here.” Omar replied, helping the she-wolf to rest against the only wall not covered in blood. Omar moved calmly, pulling a hunting knife from his coat pocket. The way the blade winked wickedly in the pale light sent a chill down Chloe’s spine. She decided there and then she had seen enough of weapons and murder today and turned away from the door, gulping in air. Her throat burned and the bitter taste of bile still haunted Chloe’s mouth. Above her the clouds were breaking and golden sunlight was now filtering through, casting long shadows between the trees. It was too beautiful for the gruesome scene.

He was in a sorry state. He stood up and looked at James. Stunned, he asked, “What sword technique is this?” James smiled faintly and said, “This is One.” It was One of the Polaris Sword Art, an amalgamation of a thousand sword techniques. This bizarre sword technique was different from the Fourteen Heavenly Swords. The only similarity they shared was that they were extremely terrifying. “One?” The Spirit Master froze. “What sword technique is this?” James said, “It’s a sword technique I created.”

"Good evening sir, you called me" Mr. Smith's bodyguard, Flying dragon, greeted with a bow. "Yeah, I want you to do me a favour?" "Sir, I'm at your services anytime" "Cool, look for a group of assassins for me" He said, the bodyguard was dumbfounded… "A group of… assa... " He stammered. "What is wrong with you? I didn't ask you to be the assassinator for me, I just want you to hire them for me"

"You're going to pay for damaging my shield!" In a swift motion, Severin summoned his Scarletsky Sword, the blade of which was brimming with swordwill that sliced through the surrounding space. With a firm grip on the sword, Severin unleashed thousands of sword beams upon the galaxy monster, with each one spanning ten thousand feet and sweeping away everything in its path.

Even if they would still respond if the master only used their energy. Rion's sword was named Zephyr. The 'gentle breeze', even though the attack was not anything gentle at all. It was always deadly, but with the minimum wound. This is how Rion could show a little compassion to those who fell as his enemies. A quick, merciful death.

She raised her hand wrapping her fingers around something invisible and Rachael began to claw at her throat while struggling in the air. Silvia slammed her against the tree using her magic. Rachael pulled to her feet screaming so viciously that everyone flinched covering their ears with the assault. Silvia clamped her mouth shut before slamming her down on the ground as all the breath was knocked out of her. Hunter roared killing the fourth warrior as the dead bodies of the last three lay behind him. He was vicious. "Where is that f*cker? Tell me!" Hunter roared menacingly causing the guy to piss his pants.