Swords Crossed Book Novels & Stories

They rest for a moment and left. Catherine went to the nearest pond and started practicing with the wooden sword. Hikaru saw her, he was carrying Destiny’s sword. He don’t know what is he feeling towards her. His heart was beating so fast and that time seems very slow when he's around her. He went closer to her. "You are doing well. Destiny would be glad if you practice with this.” Hikaru gave Catherine the sword Destiny has left. Catherine was surprised seeing the sword again. He holds the wooden sword and she was staring at the sword Hikaru handed.

LOVE IN THE CROSSFIRE Florence A.S Chapter 017: Civil War Sofia was surprised to hear that Spencer was at Lauren's coffee events. “How is that possible?” She thought. “he was supposed to be in Italy, why did he get back and why was he at the event? Why did he leave without saying hello?” was all that was going through Sofia's head as she hurriedly got Mary and sprinted back to the car to speak to Dave who was waiting by the car.

Blood trickled warm through my hair. I closed my eyes. He charged again. I ducked. Pivot, slash His head tumbled. Behind me— Alpha Tristan. We moved through them, twin vortices. Blade met hoof; blade met flesh. “Together!” he roared. I spun, catching his elbow mid-strike. Our swords crossed. Our eyes locked. There something unspoken flickered. Blade met blade. But Dante’s war horn split the air. The cavalry regrouped. They surged.

The blade cut through the air before Noah even moved, it clashed with Dustin’s spear. Bernard feeling himself again and the adrenaline rushing through his veins, sent another wave of thunder in Dustin’s direction. One after the other, they missed Dustin by mere inches before they shattered on the ground, each sending a shock wave to hinder his movements. Noah tightened his grip on the sword, he let his own power flow with it. The power of Priscilla’s sword intertwined with Noah’s. It glowed brightly in red and gold.

Alex gasped for breath and said, “Boss, since the Holy Book belongs to you, you should be able to tell that I don’t know anything about the Holy Book!” “So, you’ll be stubborn to the end?” The masked man said. “Okay, if you say so! Fine, this is the path that you’ve chosen yourself.” The masked man raised his hand, with energy fluctuating rapidly in it. A gigantic, transparent energy ball came crashing down. Alex could feel a fatal threat. “Sword of the Universe, Seven Blades of Death, combine and kill!” Boom! As the combined swords slashed the energy ball, an earth-shattering explosion sounded.

Gideon's tone was eerily calm. With a slight wave of his hand, the sea of blood condensed into two massive blood-colored swords that came crashing down from the sky. "No!" Marley and Murphy let out hysterical screams. They fought desperately to resist, but it was futile. In the face of the blood swords, all resistance was meaningless. With a boom, the swords struck, and Marley and Murphy perished without even a body left behind. Gideon turned around. His gaze landed on Draven, who shuddered as a chill shot up his spine.

Christopher didn't bother waiting for a start signal, or for Anthony to say anything else. Everything that needed to be said already had been, now was the time for action. He poured magic into Hate igniting the sword in it's black flames. Swinging the blade in a sweeping arch. Though to Anthony's surprise the dark crescent shape magic blade shot right past him, though it didn't come anywhere near him.

The war raged on, a battle of power and soul, each stroke striking like a crescendo amid the storm. My trembling palm clutched Xavier's sword, a relic of power that pulsed with an energy I didn't understand. The blade became an extension of my will as the Demon leaped at me with murderous intent. The sword clashed with its opponent's blade in a dance of survival, each strike mirroring the ferocious struggle for power.

making no room for any old religion to be alive. Biting her lips, Beatrice dropped the book on the table. Taking a seat on the bed, she picked the book to find out why it had tore her palm open only to produce red smoke that vaporized into the sky. She flipped many pages, looking for a clue... something that would get her what she needed till she came across something that could lead to what she was searching for. Reading loudly, her brows quirked up. "When a sword chooses a new master, it slashes open the palm, bringing out the blood bond to vaporize into the sky?"

The black sword came down as fast as a streak of cold shadow. Maya rolled across the hard floor of the Unwritten City. Her ripped lab coat snagged on the corner of a giant stone book. The sword hit the ground right where her head had just been, tossing up sparks of dark energy.