Swords And Sorcery Spacebattles Novels & Stories

Cameo asked from behind me as I stepped into the air-conditioned space. I ignored him. My fingers drifted lazily over the weapons. Metal kissing my skin, while one name burned through my mind. Abel Roshid. “Sir?” “Cameo, do as I’ve said.” My voice cut in, cold and final. His heavy sigh followed, then the sound of the door closing behind him. When I was alone, I picked the flick blade with serrated edges. Unsheathed it and ran my thumb along the ridges, feeling every bite of it. A dark smile curled on my face.

The familiar weight settled into his grip like an old companion. For a moment he stood perfectly still, letting the quiet settle around him. Then he began. The blade moved through the air in slow, controlled arcs. Steel cut through the morning mist. Again. Again. Again. Each motion was deliberate. Measured. His breathing fell naturally into rhythm with the movement of the sword. Training had always been the only place where Adrian’s mind truly quieted. The past faded. The memories of the borderlands, the hunts, the bloodshed—they all blurred into the background.

Theo drag his body out of the stream to shore and laid back making the huffing sound. It was Theo first battle, and it was the hardest battle of all, and as well as Theo regret not bringing his sword, because it would be a little bit easy, with the black sword, over time during the practices, Theo notice that the black sword was too sharp, and feel regretted and thankful for the person who sold it without knowing anything.

ALEXANDER My father and sister were both pretty fucked-up, but, damn, Blake was sick. Because we had to make do with what was available in the casino, which wasn’t much, Blake had a bunch of his warriors holding the members of the Bois Sombre Pack down while he tortured them. They were both fully naked after being forced into their human forms. Chef’s knives were brought in from the kitchen, and Blake tested each one of them out on the men’s torsos until he figured out which one was the sharpest, their ensuing screams widening his smile, his eyes gleaming.

Alban raised his hand and motioned for Little Apple to attack first. A disciple from a big sect was absolutely polite on the surface. As for what what he was like in private, nobody knew about it. Little Apple nodded gently. Seeing this, he did not stand on ceremony and jumped up next. Alban's expression was calm. Babylon Nine Skills was the most mysterious sword art in the world. It had the sharpness of forestalling the enemy, but also the stability of beating people later. This was a sword art that had been tempered for dozens of generations in Babylon.

The sky is covered by clouds and smoke and even if the suns were to appear it will still look like it's sunset because of the red sunlight. The battle in space also rages and both sides are losing one ship and then another because of the continuous exchange of magical bullets and solid projectiles. All the other planets and systems in this realm are either destroyed or dying because of the damage dealt by the unending bombardment done by both forces. One defending while the other is set to conquer.

He asked, summoning the boldness to look at her eyeball to eyeball, his eyes gradually depicting more and more restlessness. Taking a deep sigh, she whispered, "They did warn me about you." "What'd you say? What’s that supposed to mean?" "You mind taking a seat? This might jolt you a little." "Thanks, but no, I'd rather stand." "Okay then. Let's try this one last time", she cracked her knuckles, closed her eyes, and then took a deep inhale. The lights around the building began to tinkle, every one gradually bursting and consequently dying out, until there was nothing left but darkness. That was when her eyelids lifted up and Robert's murky eyes met a set of fuming red ones. Very, very differ

Hello, Future Generations. My name is Saber. I’m the current Queen-to-be of the Fox Skulk (Foxes have Skulks like wolves have packs). I understand if this is a new concept to you or if you think that this book you have found can’t be real. I mean, Fox Skulk? Fox Shifters? Magic? If you’re a normal human living your mundane life, I’m sorry, but I’m about to blow the lid off everything you know.

Damon stared hard at the bodies expressionless. Alex stood next to him as they watched the pack’s physician who was currently bent over, examining one of the dead men. A few warriors stood around them waiting for the physician to be done, and finally, he stood up with a sigh. “Sorcery,” He announced much to the shock of everyone. Damon felt his face hardened at the declaration, the two men had been his pack’s warriors. “We’ve lost three warriors to this witch!” Alex said angrily.

BLADE 3. Pain. It was all I felt when I shot my eyes opened. I felt so sore and tired. The memories of how Lorenzo plunged deeper into me last night filled my mind. He was so cruel to me. I didn't find any enjoyment in it at all. I tried lifting my hands and I was happy It was back to functioning. My tit hurts too as a result of the sucking he did last night.