Swords Crossed Book Novels & Stories

The glowing essence trembled violently, struggling to merge with King Johnson's and Princess Eloise's royal blood. For several tense moments... Nothing happened. Then— A brilliant flash exploded across the realm. Slowly... A dark crimson sword emerged. Its blade was small, yet flawless. Its edge shimmered sharper than ice itself. Even from where I stood... I could feel the terrifying weight of the power sleeping inside it. Without warning— The sword shot straight toward me. I instinctively caught it. The moment my fingers wrapped around the hilt, the blade burst into brilliant light. Levi immediately reached for me.

Rossa smiled again as she looked at her friend. After Ema left, the small room became quiet once more. Rossa slowly tried to sit up and stand. Her body immediately trembled from the lingering pain. Her clothes were already stained with blood and dirt. Holding her breath, she slowly began removing her clothes. And that was when— she saw her own body. Covered in dog bite wounds. Her shoulders. Her arms. Her back. Her waist. There was barely any part of her body that was truly unharmed.

As he strutted forward, he was leaving trails of bloody footprints while his twelve flying swords gloated around him, humming in the air. Each sword was humming excitedly from shedding blood, and yet, each edge remained unblemished. Just seeing that sight sent countless backing off in fear before turning and scrambling just like a herd of animals. Still, there were still stubborn ones who stood in Caleb's way!

Alaric braced himself against the table, his eyes bloodshot. “So what if you and your parents drank some toad eggs?” he said. “It’s not like it kills you. “Sera, am I going to be disfigured?” Seraphina roared at the other bodyguards. “Break his hand for me!” The bodyguards surged forward together, slammed me to the floor, grabbed a chair, and smashed one of my hands. They gave me no chance to react. Pain drained the color from my face, and my whole body trembled.

Tommas said in a low voice. “Off the books?” I asked. Michael leaned forward, his excitement already palpable. He wanted revenge as much as I did and being given free rein ‘off the books’ was as good as being given a license to kill whoever we had to in order to keep Beatrice safe. I could practically see his mouth-watering. “Off the books,” Tommas agreed. I nodded and stood, Michael behind me. I didn’t wait for Tommas to change his mind, I went back to my desk and grabbed my phone, Michael walked in and sat in one of my chairs beside me, silently watching and waiting for what I would say next.

From it, I quickly discovered that my energy reached the realm at a faster rate than the portal would open to the mortal realm as if I had always been connected to this realm. I scanned with haste, and upon seeing the sword, I shot a bridge from it to the power I wanted to instill upon it. The air crackled with electricity and the smell of ozone grew stronger as my energy merged with the sword in the realm of shadows. The metal began to glow with a bright white light, and I could see intricate patterns forming on its surface. Suddenly, there was a loud boom and a blinding flash of light. The ground shook beneath us and for a moment, I feared that something had gone terribly wrong, the bridge

I see warriors from the Deadlands and Arcane Umbra assisting a trio of witches from Moonrise. I pick my way toward the city in a haze, my heart beating out of rhythm. None of this makes sense. We should all be dead. Imagines of Misty running toward me, throwing me that blade forged by her magic, cloud my mind. I reimagine the moment I sunk the blade into the Book of Whispers. I see Richard in full color, screaming in pain as he dissolves into ash with my sword and Aviva’s arrow piercing his body. I watch my mate running toward me as I fall to the side, welcoming death, and then her disappearing into the void of the Gate of the Gods.

“He knew about the chains. Maybe he knew what breaking them would do.” Myrra extended a hand, but the moment her fingers brushed the air around the book, an unseen force repelled her. She stumbled back, eyes wide. “It’s warded.” Rael glanced at the sword still in his grip. If the blade had broken the previous seal, maybe… He stepped forward and placed the flat of the sword against the barrier. The reaction was immediate. The air rippled outward like a stone cast into water. The glow dimmed, and the resistance vanished. He reached out and lifted the book.

Alice was lost of words. " When the devine creator made these twin swords he gave them to me and my brother as the keepers and devine rulers of the world, to use it to bring peace and protection to the people, but my brother... My dear brother wanted it all to himself and we had to fight, the twin swords do not fight againts each other, instead the fight alongside each other, me and my brother fighting with each other is the same thing as the twin sword fighting againts it's other half and the divine creator didn't create it for that purpose so he create a consequence for it. When the two swords clashed againts each other it created a rift in the world and also affected the well-being and re

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.