Swords Crossed Book Novels & Stories

The warriors staggered back momentarily, fear flickering in their eyes, but soon they formed a barrier, blocking my path. "So, it must be a fight then. I welcome the challenge," I declared, stepping onto my crossed swords and drawing them from their sheaths. The warriors advanced, seeking to restrain me, but with a swift kick to their stomachs, I sent them staggering backward. Other warriors joined the fight, attempting to block my movement, and in a matter of seconds, chaos followed. Swinging my swords with precision, I severed heads from their bodies, crimson blood spattering upon me, though I paid it no mind.

That was all I could do. Alpha Cruz stepped in front of me with a sword in his right hand. “If you want to hurt her. You have to get through me.” He informed, his feet placed firmly on the grass. I watched the three masked wolves turn to look at one another. They gave themselves a nod and then launched at him. The whole thing happened so fast. It was like the world had decided to go so fast because before I could comprehend it all. I found the wolves screeching in pain as they fell dead. The sound of the sword slashing through their bones was loud in my ears.

Alex P.O.V The sword cut the air , stabbing through the chest of a dark fae.Its blade sliced through the man's grey skin and came out of the fae's back .The man stumbled backward, it made an animalistic sound and clutching the sword's handle it fell down on the ground on his knees , dark red blood was coating the blade of the sword.He fell forward and died. I looked up, the members of our pack were fighting the rogues. Hundreds of bodies lay dead on the floor of the battlefield, covering the land in red colour.Many of our men were killed but the number of rogues were more .

The next moment, a muffled groan came from a certain direction where the sword radiance cut. At the same time, a string of blood beads oozed out from the glittering sword light in the air. "Where are you? Get out!" Star Nelson stepped forward and waved her long sword again. "Immortal Crossing the Galaxy!" With a buzz, the sword edge let out a long hum. The sword light that had just been scattered around and cut out suddenly began to chant and vibrate. Immediately, it gathered together and shot toward the direction of the blood bead. Swoosh swoosh swoosh!

When Jacket was providing cover for him, Jim had already started forming a mystic technique, channeling all his spiritual power into the blade. In a moment, Jim's sword underwent a bizarre transformation. The entire long blade was now fiery red, flames engulfing it. The flames resembled lava, continuously dripping from the blade like flowing blood. Jim's momentum drastically changed; he looked like a Shura returned from hell. He stared fixedly at Sebastian, the flames on the blade reflecting in his pupils. For a moment, he truly seemed like a Shura returned from the abyss. "I'll take your life, in memory of my brother!"

“You can choose whatever material you want to fight each other,” the matriarch declared, her voice echoing through the arena like a spell cast over the room. She stood with her arms outstretched, as if offering them a divine gift—freedom to choose their own destruction. Without hesitation, Dorian moved. His eyes locked onto a long, curved blade resting among the scattered weapons on the ground—a katana. He stepped forward, the steel whispering as he lifted it into his hands. The weight was perfect. Balanced. Silent. Deadly.

I still can’t see his eyes, but I feel them–boring into me, as if he could peel back the layers of my skull and read my thoughts directly. “You broke the law,” he says slowly. “The sacred law.” The words land like thunder, even though I don’t know what they mean. My hands tremble. Somewhere deep inside, something shifts. A crack. A fracture. “I…. What law? What sacred law?” I whisper. He leans in. I can smell something on him now–ash, maybe. Earth. Something old. “The one spoken of only in whispers. The one no one, not even the elders dare to challenge. And yet…. You did.”

Eloise I hated everything. I hated myself, my life, and the current bad mood my sister was in. I swerved just in time to avoid the hit of the wooden sword. I took a few steps back and twirled. But just as I was about to nick her with my sword, she crouched and knocked me hard on my knee. I fell to the ground with a painful yelp. “And just like that, you're dead.” Mae said and wiped the sweat off her forehead with her tunic sleeves.

I want to hear everything. Then I opened my laptop, cursor blinking against the white screen, and started a new document. The title came easily this time. “Crossing the Line: When Love and Ambition Learn to Breathe Together.” I wrote the first line slowly, smiling to myself. Some stories don’t end when you close the chapter. They just learn how to keep going. That night, when Ethan’s face filled my screen — tired but smiling — I realized it wasn’t the distance that defined us anymore. It was the choice to keep showing up.

I answer, removing the sword from my waist. I hand my sword to Fimrouck and he takes it from me examining the hilt. Flavius tenses next to me unprepared for his work to be inspected. I reach over and grab his hand giving it a light squeeze. Flavius glances over at me offering a weak smile. Vega comes up between us and nudges Flavius’s hand. Flavius glances at the little dragon patting her head. I watch as Fimrouck pulls the sword from its sheath. He examines it closely, lifting and swinging it around.