Swordmaster Youngest Son Novels & Stories

I heard her cries from across the room and watched the pack deny her help. I watched her get up. That part stayed with me longer than I expected it to. She is strong. “Who is she?” I ask my Beta, Cain, who accompanied me to Ashveil. “Lyra Thorne,” he whispered. “She is an omega and an orphan. She has no family in the pack.” “What was Godric’s reaction?” I inquired. A pause. “He seemed pleased.” “I wonder why.” He should know his son is making a mistake. Why didn't he stop him?

The colossus who had ruled the entire T city for generations and who's name alone struck fear into the hearts of many countries across the world. Xanfeng Gu, the current Head of the Gu family and elder brother to Max, was known in the hacker world as Fade. he was the only one in the world who could operate using the Gu family's insignia. However at that moment, he looked nothing like the stern family head, instead he had the demeanor of a father looking out for his young daughter. "You mean to tell me that she agreed to marrying the brat from the Feng family?" He spoke up, his dipleasure showing.

“Officers, this is all a misunderstanding. My younger son made a mistake, and I was just disciplining him.” I said coldly, “A mistake? Howard told someone to take naked pictures of me without my consent. How did that become my fault?” “Who is Howard Moore?” one of the officers asked. “You need to come with us.” Seeing her precious son about to be taken away, Mom panicked and quickly stood in front of Howard. “Officer, this really is a misunderstanding. They’re brothers. They were just joking around.” “Brothers?” I laughed. “My legal records only have my name on them now. What brother?”

“Very well, let’s see how terrible you all are today.” After his initial hesitancy, his cheeks coloring and his eyes locked to the sword master whilst he learned the routine, the sliding step from one posture to another, the position of sword and arms combined with the set of feet, Aien was not terrible. Luckily, a new recruit was far, far worse. A muscled younger son, the young man had received training before coming to the academy, and seemed determined to show that training off, even when it ran contrary to the sword master’s instructions resulting in an altercation between the two, and mockery from the on-watchers.

Due to their work, they rarely saw each other and since Vailan is occupied with the east monsters, he is ordering Duke Schit to kill them before they maximize in number. The sword that Vailan gave to her, from the Seven Mountains, has been serving her for over a week already. Vailan called for mages to quickly dissipate Mr. Sword’s toxins and poisons in his body and now he’s standing beside Dallan. His white sword hung around his waist with his arms crossed. Although he doesn’t have a kind manner, at least his skills are far better than any knight. Of course, Dev and he might be on par in terms of strength and skills.

Why is he being denied the opportunity of seeing her face? He steps out of the shower and promptly wears his training clothes. He picks up his sheath, which clothes a Vanatian sword, the one his father gave him on his 18th birthday. It is passed from generation to generation, and it is a lethal weapon of war, recognized and feared by all, even by the Rogues who claim to fear no one. The thought of his mate plagues him again. Will he ever be able to pass it to his son? Will he ever procreate?

The greatsword went furthur in as the old man grabbed the blade in an act of final defiance. "Kuff!" Some blood spilled out absorbing into the sword. "The sword was a gift to my son. But you wield it. Good, it is still in the family." The old man stared at the carvings on the blade reading the names. Stopping at the one before Ren's name. "My grandson.. of course.." "Goodbye Grandpa.. no more stories to tell." Ren said in a small whisper as he moved the blade up destroying the body completely. The soul was dragged into Ren's Soul Wall. The old man was not allowed to rest even in death. "Forgiveness is not allowed."

My younger brother, Victor Bishop, has a silver tongue. That's why our parents, Paul Bishop and Jenna Cole, treat him like a treasure. I am socially awkward and blind to social cues, so they send me to the countryside to train. They even say there's no need to treat me well. They feed me scraps and make me sleep in the barn. After I turn 18, they put me in the family company to test me. Because of me, the Bishops become the richest family in Caldera. But Victor teams up with our parents and steals the credit that should've been mine. Everyone in the business world treats him like a star. Later, a building he cuts corners on collapses and kills dozens of workers. He makes me take the

I just entered a taxi real quick. Memories flooded me as I sat in the car. All the moments spent with Jeremy.Jeremy was tall with dark brown hair, a sharp jawline with a hint of stubble.His hazel-green eyes were my favorite features and his broad shoulders with bulky muscles. He was his father’s only son in charge of the multi billion dollar business across the majority of the states.

The lava light had licked up the walls behind them, red and hungry, turning their faces into masks carved from ember and restraint. From his youngest son. Nine hundred years ago, he had sent his youngest son, Caelum, into the palace, not as a sacrifice, but as an extension of will. He remembered the moment with an unwelcome clarity: the smell of scorched stone at the Nether’s edge, the way Caelum’s shoulders had stayed level even as the dark yawned behind him, the way a boy’s breath had sounded too steady because he’d learned early that trembling invited predators. His eldest son, Dravenor, had always been the blade at his right hand, bold and unyielding, the kind of fire that flared with co