Swords Crossed Book นิยาย & เรื่องราว

In his eyes a worthy knowledgeable man like him should not take interest in something so boorish , as waving swords like uncouth knights , thus , when the sword went past him with a swoom , his legs turned soft and his butt fell flat on the ground . The sword that has been rushing after him , too swooped down and Count Clodis closed his eyes at once . But the pain he expected to follow didn't came , relieved he opened his eyes only to see the sharp glint of the sword pointed right between his eyes . " Lady - Lady Chelsea , I - I warn you , not be rash , or else -"

Richard was just messing with me. Irises pushed past Richard and stood in front of me. "I'm sorry brother, but she did this to me. She has to pay!" She stride forward, jabbing the sword in her hands straight to my face. I saw the sword as it came close to me, and my eyes instantly went shot. It was the end for me, I sensed it, felt the spirit of death present in the midst, and I couldn't even fight it. I closed eyes, waiting for death to come take me away, only for me to hear the sword of another intercepting Irises's. The end was not for me. When I opened my eyes again, Lord Ulric stood still, eyes popping out, with blood drenched on all angle of his body. Irises had thrust her sword into h

His hands ran through his hair over and over, his thoughts screaming too loud to make sense of. He picked up the lamp beside the sofa—a soft amber light that glowed like candlelight in the evenings. He had always thought it was too dim. Without thinking, he hurled it at the wall. It shattered. The sound was satisfying. Too satisfying. Then came the books. The ones on the shelf arranged alphabetically, stacked neatly beside a little ceramic cat. He grabbed a handful, threw them at the floor, watched pages bend and flutter. He wasn’t even angry at Riele.

The crimson sword light clashed with the sword energy that Michael flicked. One was imposing, the other calm. One was ferocious, the other seemingly harmless. The next moment, they collided. Swoosh... Like piercing tofu, Titus’s Blood-drinking Sword energy shattered on impact, turning into a burst of bloody mist that dissipated instantly, causing no ripples. On the other hand, the finger-flicked sword energy continued like a shooting star, heading straight for Titus. Titus trembled. Swoosh! Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh...

One of them even yelled. "You are the liar!" "Really? What reasons do I have to lie to any of you? Susan , dear, if you please." Erik answered the accusation and invited Susan up to his side. Susan stood at Erik's right side and with a smile directed to the old student, moved her right arm diagonally, mirroring the action that Erik had early realized. And when she closed her hand in a grabbing motion, the sword that appeared was not Gryffindor's one, but it was similar. Slowly she pointed the sword to the old student, but changed its grip, dropping the sword perpendicularly to the ground, and showing its details to the students. Similarly, it was an equally finely crafted silvery long sword.

The blade gleamed with a brilliant silver light, its edge shimmering with a promise of sharpness. The blood sword! I exclaimed internally, astonished by the fact that I had successfully conjured the legendary weapon known to be wielded by a valiant warrior from Cairos—a neighboring nation to Springgan. Apollo had shared stories about it, expressing his dream to create such a weapon one day. Empowered by the gauntlet, I held the blood sword with ease. The blade's edge gleamed, a testament to its lethal potential. Just as the icy shield surrounding me shattered, the dominus seized the opportunity to consume me. Its jaws opened wide as it lunged towards me. Reacting swiftly, I positioned the sw

Cassia’s breath stops, her aura a final flicker, and my scream is primal, lunar light erupting, the blade singing. I’m the Convergence—bridge or ruin—and as Veyra’s tide crashes, Cassia’s sacrifice, Taryn’s crumbling relic, Renn’s redemption, and Maddox’s vengeance collide. The blade demands a heart, Voren’s fortress waits, and I know: this fight, this loss, is only the beginning.

I raised my sword and swung it at him. I didn’t realize he had a weapon on his own. A long thick blade sword similar to the swords used by knights. He raised it to block me. The clinking sounds echoed, creating sparks of the two blades hitting each other. I let it slip, allowing the edge of my sword to glide down the blade of his.

A flicker of force strolled across Diana's peripheral vision. She turned to see Andrew toss her his bloodied sword, covered with his own blood. He heard Andrew whisper in her mind to use his sword, and with his blood, the dark enchantment of Wenally wouldn't stand a chance. Diana caught it and swung it around. Wenally sword met hers. In a flash, Wenally's sword was unexpectedly on fire. Dark enchantment simmered like a firestorm across her blade, oozing and coated with dark matter that seemed like it was alive and slithering towards the ends of her sword.

The maid knocked and disappeared before an answer could be heard from the otherside. I didn’t wait. I pushed the door open, my hand clutching the weapon inside my coat. “Ahh Mr Cruz.” He stood up from behind his desk, his hand hovering over the piece to the side of him, anticipating my next move. “I was wondering when I would be seeing you again.” He snarled at me. I paced forward, pulling my nine millimetre from my coat, pointing it directly at his forehead. Simultaneously, Luciano matched my movements, the shimmering metal in his hand was focused on me.