Swordmaster Youngest Son Novels & Stories

When he sees that none of his words were getting to me, he changed his tactic. “So you are going to kill a defenseless man, I thought you were the all-powerful hybrid, let's make this a fair fight,” he shouted. “Sorry, that offer has ended a long time ago, and for your information, I was never born a bastard. My name is Ivar Owens, first of his kind, heir and the only true-born King of all the Alpha kingdoms” I said, as I stretched forth my fingers and a light went out of them and entered his body.

The distinction was stark: wounds could be healed, but hearts pierced by the sacred weapons would not be revived. Eryndor, his chest heaving with exhaustion, gazed upon the carnage with a mix of awe and trepidation. His Shadowsting dagger, still trembling with the force of his final blow, seemed to whisper dark secrets in his ear. Jack Wolf, his Moonwhisper spear a glow with a soft, ethereal light, stood tall amidst the chaos. His eyes locked onto Eryndor, and a silent challenge issued between them. The arena, once a place of savage contest, had become a crucible for something greater. The true battle was far from over; in fact, it was only just beginning.

The onlookers who'd gathered their wits gaped and whispered among themselves. "The elder's own master... then that would make him our Ashveil Order's..." "Grandmaster Rowan Ashveil?" The other two elders behind Garrick finally surfaced from their shock as well. One was the little beggar I'd once scooped up off the roadside, now the elder of the Alchemy Hall—Merrick Hale. The other was the blade-obsessed boy I'd raised with my own hands, now the elder of the Blade Hall—Alden Pine.

There was no offense that was impossible to revoke; Obianze did everything. He had carved a blade out of his mother's bones and had used it to perform the sacrifices he performed at the mountains. After he died, it was passed to his son, Ikechukwu, and then the next after Ikechukwu. Along the line, a descendant had misplaced it. It was scouted all over for half a century before the white creatures came. It has been recorded yet not seen. Not until now. Lex dived at the huge man and they both fell on the floor. They struggled and struggled until they got to the balcony. Punches flew back and forth. Lex's punches had little effect on Gbenga. But Gbenga's full fist crushed Lex with pain.

I've never had a boyfriend, just sporadic things, and the first one was his father; after that, being with a guy my age is very difficult when they find out I have a two-year-old son, so I stick to whatever happens. He smiles at me, and he seems quite pleasant. He has a whitish smile, and his muscular arm stretches towards me with an open hand. I accept it because it seems like a funny gesture to greet me. The bicep is defined under the short-sleeved blue shirt, and the firmness of the handshake confirms my theory that he's an athlete, whether from the gym or whatever, but he exercises. "In that case, I'm Samuel," he introduces himself, and when I let go of his hand, he runs his hand through

So I did the less honorable thing; Going for the lady first in order to attract the stubborn little girl who ran straight to her momma, giving me enough chances to get a grip on her. Pulling fast away from the others, ibheld the sharp dagger I had stolen from the lady to the young girl's throat—praying in my mind that the girl wouldn't try anything stupid like running into the knife. As I had expected, they all retreated a few feet from me. "Drop your weapons!" I ordered. They did so obediently. "Please don't hurt my daughter," The lady pleaded with tears in her eyes.

I thought the priests weren't targets, so why? But my own situation became too urgent to worry about other people. I was the one in real danger. I was the unlucky villainess for God's sake. Alistair wielded his enormous sword, taking a powerful swing at the troops of Soma who approached him. The sword started to rumble at that moment. An aura the same color as Alistair's silver hair started to cover the sword. Sword master. I knew that he was supposed to be the youngest sword master in the empire's history. But witnessing it myself was still amazing.

The young man who had once gripped his hand now placed both palms firmly upon his shoulders. “Zhangjian.” Li Min murmured. “Brother Li Min, Father… Mother…” the boy sobbed, his hands digging into the earth, his fragile frame weighed down by grief. Li Min pulled Xiu Zhangjian into a fierce embrace. His teeth ground together as his gaze locked upon the burning ruins of Boushan. In his heart, he swore, “You have made a grave mistake, leaving the true heir of the Sacred Dragon Sword alive. Mark my words, your time will come. We will rise, and we will have our vengeance.”

Mom said. "Oh for Pete's sake." Sylvester said and pulled out a gun. Sylvester POV "I didn't expect you all to figure this out so soon." I said. "Now I will kill you all, one after the other, till you three are dead." I added. "Please Dave. Don't do this. I'm sorry for what had happened to your mother. I'm really sorry, but please don't take it out on my family." Mr Adams said. "Oh. I shouldn't take it out on your family huh? What about my family?! My mother was the only one I've got! You are responsible for her death!" I shouted.

After five years of being forcibly institutionalized in a mental hospital by my parents for “rehabilitation,” I awakened the “Slap System” skill. One slap, a million dollars deposited into my account. Another slap, my combat power skyrocketed. Just as I was thoroughly enjoying my slapping spree and preparing to leap over the asylum walls to break free, my parents suddenly arrived to take me home. The moment I stepped through the front door, I saw my adopted brother Atticus Hawthorne, eyes reddened, holding my fiancée, Cassandra Vaughn, in his arms. Meanwhile, my real brother Roman Montgomery was locked in a dog cage, bitten and torn by vicious hounds, covered in wounds, and breathing his