Swordmasters Youngest Son Novels & Stories

As he talked, he knelt down and rubbed the blade of his sword across the body of a dead rogue to clean off the blood. Then he continued to move forward in the west direction, "Ryley! Ryley!" As he called out a name repeatedly. “This guy,” With a slight groan, he vaulted over the fallen tree and stepped on the other side as he searched for Ryley, his son. His front fall of charcoal black hair enhanced his good looks. "Yes, dad!" He received a reply before a young guy with identical stunning cinnamon eyes and similar features sprang out of the bushes to his front, carrying a sword in one hand and some wolfsbane in another hand that was protected with a glove.

He had been continuously expanding and building his family up with the help and connection of various dark forces over the years. The young man beside him was Sloan, commonly referred to as Young Master Xanthos. He seemed to have inherited all of Wesson’s characteristics, and he even surpassed his father in certain ways. Even from a young age, he had already gained a vicious title because he had a very ruthless character hidden behind his gentle appearance. He was Wesson’s only son. As for these seven people, they were all skillful top masters that the pair of father and son had just invited to come over.

Even in this world, perhaps only the young master of the Sword Sect could be called a sword genius, because even in the Crown Sect, which also had sword training, they could not be compared to those from the original Sword Sect. "Huff... my strength has increased, but well... it seems difficult to defeat my brother!" said the young master of the Sword Sect after coming down, smiling as he thought of Xiao Chen. He considered Xiao Chen his brother because only Xiao Chen could make him, the young master of the sword sect, feel comfortable and compatible with each other's attitudes. Swisshhh... "Kid, you're a real genius. It seems that your mistake no longer needs to be brought up!" The person w

“Any background information about the blue-eyed kid?” “We've got some information which he submitted on the tournament registration. His name is Arth, and it turns out, he’s from Frostwood village.” Kael nodded as he turned the pages on the folder. He had heard that name when he watched the tournament. "And the other one?" “We couldn’t identify the name of the other swordsman, Sir Kael, the one who had dark skin and hazel eyes. But one of our knights have recognized him,” Grand Knight Simon replied. “He’s the only son of Gregor Doran, the Chief of Frostwood Village.”

"I know this isn't the right time to ask, but what about the weapons and swords that I asked you to repair back then?" "Oh, that one? Yes, I forgot because of this sudden accident. It's over for today, and I'm planning to go to your house to discuss the matter with the Schneider group before finding out about my grandson's death,” the man licked his lower lip, then swung his hand, pulling out three weapons. Two short swords and one sword inherited from his grandfather. He checked Pierre's work but smiled with satisfaction. His grandfather's inherited sword looked much better than before. “Since you're a melee fighter, so I made two short swords for you, which can be elongated and sharp if yo

The world you're born in is what has made them put such sacrifice out there. “Do not make anything become your fault or just a child a baby.” We didn't ask for any of this. Rose says to me. I nod my head as she opens something out of the drawers. She takes out a sword, it is shiny with crystal and jewels at the handle and she waves in the air. I can see my reflection of myself in it. She handed over to me majestically and I take a look at it. What is this? I ask. “Your father was known as a sword man in the order, he always moved along with his sword. Your mother, on the other hand used to move along with a bow and arrow.”

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?

From the moment he sat down, wincing but with a twinkle in his eye, I knew he was different. "That looks pretty bad," I had said to him, examining his injury. "How did you manage to get wounded like this?" He chuckled, a deep, warm sound that seemed to fill the room. "Territory disputes. Never a dull moment being an Alpha's heir." I didn't respond, so he kept speaking. "I am the son of Alpha Johnson of the Dark Moon Pack."

Sonny asked as she threw over her shoulder her baggy shirt. "Fallen angels." Luce corrected, "You are the Sons of the Fallen." Luce said. Sonny frowned, "I'm a girl." She retorted, "The Creator never created girls or boys, he never fed five thousand men and women. Men and sons of men are they that filled his garden and you are the end of it all. But-" He paused, "Only after you are complete." "Complete? There's more of us with powers? Where then are the rest?" Garvin asked,

Now he would have to return to negotiate with that wolf in a peaceful way, something that he felt unworthy of a warrior like him. “But I'm not because of what's happening right now,” he finally told Darius. “Rather, I feel very upset. Many of my people have been violently taken from me in the last few hours, and from what I have learned, it has been a large and very strong creature that it isn't known how it became like this, but that we know very well: your son.” Darius put his arms on his hips and looking at the ground, while he searched for the right words to make that bloodthirsty being understand that his son was also a victim.