Swordmasters Youngest Son Novels & Stories

the second brother gripped the shoulders of the youngest while asking for approval from the first brother. "Yes! For a cocky bastard like him, I don't even bother getting my hands dirty!” boasted the eldest by lifting his chin as a sign that he immediately asked the youngest to come forward. The Red Pill had been swallowed by the Three Bloody Twins, making their confidence explode and their strength naturally increasing as well. The youngest swordsman of the Three Bloody Twins drew the sword at his waist, leaping into the air with both hands gripping the sword. "Go to hell!" The youngest shouted as he took out the ultimate sword move. “Life Destroying Slash!”

Raising it up high in the air, he said with unrefined anger: "I will grant you your wish. Didn't I warn you beforehand?" And with his words, he slashed the sharp sword at the neck of the warrior, making the head of the warrior fly in the air before falling on the ground. A heavy breath left Lucas's lips. He felt this power resonate through his body. He raised his hands up, turning to look at the others who stood shocked at what the alpha's son had done. But Alpha Vincent was proud of his son. He was truly his own son. Ruthless. Villains ran through the family's blood.

He sounded sarcastic as he spoke. I decided to ignore him, but then, he suddenly stood up. “I’m here! With the Alpha’s son, come and get me!” He shouted at the top of his voice. The bloody bastards were on us in seconds. A smile broke out on Zayn’s face, this was the battle he had been waiting for. Even though he was an Omega, he was very skilled with the sword. The enemy warriors were already slain at our feet in no time, all but a young-looking beta we had kept alive to get information from him.

I shoot one after the other, on a rampage. He shakes his head vehemently. That bastard. How could he do this to his own son? I clench and unclench my fists. "When was this?" My heart accelerates to an erratic rhythm and it's as if he identifies the traitor before I do because it knows. It already knows the answer. The soldier grits his teeth. "10 or so years ago," he replies. My heart beats so loudly I'm afraid it will burst out of my chest, scared that every single man in this room will be able to hear it cry out. In victory, in defeat, in madness, and delight.

Village Head Fan had a bitter expression on his face as he struggled to keep his eyes on the sword. These swords were the secret of his family. These were the swords they were named after. Although Village Head Fan always pretended not to know anything about the titles he and his son received, he did. His father told him long before he died what these titles were. His father had stolen these priced swords from his family when he escaped their house in the city and brought them here with him. Unfortunately for his father, the man wasn’t able to carry along the sword he was named after. If he had that blade, he wouldn’t have died in the battle against the Winged Serpent.

“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?”

Even before he opened his mouth. “I, Dylan Ashbourne, future Alpha of Ashveil pack, banish you Lyra Thorne and declare you rogue.”

Though he was more apt to bring Kathleen into work with him and have her rest where he could see her himself. He was not going to have a repeat of his father's story, where he missed the birth of his first child, which also was a son. His newest sibling was also a boy. His mother laughed, knowing that she was completely outnumbered by Akechi males forever. He started to be nervous not only for Kathleen but also for his mom. She was older, but the doctors assured everyone that she was in the perfect health and she knew what to do as well. The seventh Akechi of that generation was already in the news and was watched for.

until now. Behind the man came three other boys who looked just as angry and sad as their father. “Who the hell are you?” Steve snapped in annoyance and his grip on his rifle tightened. “I’m a friend of Susan,” I admitted. “And I just want to know if she’s alright. I have been trying to contact for a while but her line’s not going.” His anger faded away so quickly as he lowered the rifle and began to sob. “My Susan….” His sons gathered around him and they consoled one another.

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?