Swords Crossed Book Novels & Stories

one voice sang. “We’re already here,” the other whispered as if in my ear. And the fog began to move. I spun around, instinct taking over, and my glowing hellblade met steel. The clash rang out sharp and shrill, sparks exploding between us, lighting the fog for a split second. The impact numbed my arms all the way to the shoulders, the vibration rattling my teeth. Twin blades. Short, curved, mirror-bright daggers crossed against my sword. As I looked up, my heart froze.

The horns sounded. Two armies surged forward, a tide of steel and fury crashing across the meadow. The sound of clashing blades and the cries of the wounded echoed like thunder. Serenya spurred her horse into the fray, her sword gleaming as she cut through the first wave. Every strike was a reminder that she fought not only for herself but for the countless lives shackled under Thalric’s cruelty.

୨୧ ⏔⏔⏔⏔♡⏔⏔⏔⏔ ୨୧ What choice would Izzy make when her two worlds finally collided?

Happily, he tucked it under his arm and kept browsing for possible additions to his book list for the week. As he was doing that, he stumbled over someone who was sitting on the floor, their back against the book case. As an apology already forming on his lips, he looked down to see who he’d almost stepped on. He couldn’t believe his eyes when Ceanna looked up, already protesting against the interruption. The moment she saw who it was, she shut her eyes in what can only be described as exasperation. “You have got to be kidding me,” she moaned. Immediately dropping down beside her, Keion smiled charmingly. “I see you’ve resorted to making me literally fall for you, babe.”

Sara crosses her arm over her chest reeling over all that I said. "it makes sense when you put it like that, but you should have let me give a piece of my fury to that blind jerk." she huffs and puffs her chest. This day might just be an interesting one for my girl. I didn't even get the name of the handsome hulk, maybe he'll be the water that calms the blazing flames in my best friend over here.

feeling confused and little bit of fear, Theo decided that he will take the risk so he drop a drop of blood in the sword to see what it will happen. soon Theo will understand how lucky he was to get such a good sword. When the drop of blood met the sword, Theo felt connected with sword, but he doesn't understand the feeling of that, as he was knew in cultivation, we will find it out later, i guess. Theo look at the sword, thinking something only he knew, pondering for some time, he decided that he would start swinging the sword. Yesterday while reading the old book, he learn that, the swinging of the sword and his breathing must synchronized. Thinking what was written and how it must be done

Esca jumps to Conri’s arms and hugs him. “Well done, Esca!” Conri pats her head gently while looking at the battlefield. He saw the captured Lighten in his peripheral view, struggling from the attached ice bow in his left knee. He runs towards it and, “Hey…” The captured lighten is shocked and cannot even move a single step from where he is. “Don’t bother thinking about getting out from here alive.” Conri growls… “Cr-crossbreeds…You a-are in-indeed a c-catastrophe…Y-you must vanish or else…I must inform them-“

I stagger forward, “He won’t ever touch you again. Because we’re going to kill him. My pack is out hunting him right now. He won’t get away.” “I wanted to be the one to kill him,” she responds, “it looks like he already got to you too.” She eyes the bruises and cuts that pepper my skin. And despite it all, the seriousness of the fucked-up situation, of me finding my mate in a human, of Wolfe possibly being dead, of the rest of our hunter band chasing the rogue down the river, of finding the Cross girls dirty, injured, and cowering beneath a bed in fear of our kind, I can’t help but smile.

Could it be that her annoyance with Marcus wasn’t really annoyance at all—but confusion, deflection, or something even more inconvenient? With a resigned sigh, Celeste scooped up the last bite of her pancit, determined to shake off the thoughts clinging to her. A few minutes later, the two of them left the canteen and made their way to the library, deciding to spend their long free period somewhere quiet. The cool air and hushed atmosphere of the library were a welcome contrast to the lively buzz of the canteen. As they stood at the baggage counter, placing their belongings in the numbered slots, something immediately drew Celeste’s eyes—a familiar stack of books bound by a thin brown leathe

Eryndor's Shadowing dagger seemed to dance in the moonlight, its dark blade slicing through the air with a haunting screee-ksss. Each strike landed with a thud-thwack-thoom, sending tremors through the troop's warriors. The troop's hearts raced as the violent zing-ting-zap of clashing daggers filled the field. The savages of warriors, fueled by fury and loyalty, clashed in a frenzy of arms and teeth. The ground grew slick with blood, the earthy smell mingling with the metallic tang of steel. Jack Wolf stood firm, his Moon-whisper spear shining with a soft, ethereal light. He parried Eryndor's strikes with a precision born of desperation, his movements a blur of speed and strength.