Swords Of Justice Novels & Stories

"Mr. Lancer, you really outdid yourself this time! That major telecom fraud ring you led the takedown on? The victims' families showed up at the bureau today with a banner of appreciation. They hung it right at the entrance!" His laughter boomed through the phone. "What does it say?" "Guardian of the People. Nemesis of Criminals." I smiled faintly and ended the call. Looking up at the bright surgical light, I muttered quietly, "You used regulations as weapons to hurt the innocent, but I enforce the law to protect the people." I closed my eyes and sat there quietly, guarding my daughter inside that operating room, and guarding the city I love.

For a short while each morning, the citadel felt almost peaceful. Adrian stepped into the open courtyard with his sword resting against his shoulder. The stone beneath his boots was cold, still damp with the night’s lingering frost. Thin mist curled along the edges of the training grounds, giving the towering walls a ghostlike appearance. He set the sword down carefully in the center of the courtyard. The weapon was enormous—nearly as tall as his shoulder and heavy enough that most soldiers struggled to lift it with both hands. Adrian lifted it easily. The familiar weight settled into his grip like an old companion.

The shift was almost imperceptible, but it was there. He was used to moments like this—the joy, the gratitude, the tearful embraces. But beyond the praises and the success, his profession carried a weight. A promise. A responsibility he could never break. And just like that, the familiar ache returned. The bitterness of the past. The longing. The quiet thirst for justice. His vision blurred for a moment, but he blinked it away. If it weren’t for him, if it weren’t for what happened—his family would still be whole.

I blushed "Where did you get that dress?" She asked me in awe before her eyes made their way to my wrist "Oh My God," she said as she snatched my wrist up to her face and glared at my wrist, "Where on Earth did you get this? Are the diamonds real?" she whispered the second question "Someone sent me a gift box with the dress and the bracelet," I told her, "And yes, they are real," I copied her and lowered my voice for my second reply

Jack saw me and did not even seem surprised. He frowned a little, looking at me like I was something on the bottom of his shoe. "You followed me all the way here? You sure don't give up. But I'm not here to play games with you today. I'm here to defend Yvonne's brother in court." It felt like my whole body was being ripped apart, and a huge weight crushed my chest so much that I could not breathe. "Do you even know who you're helping? He's a killer! He's the one who took our daughter from us!"

} Amused by the system's answer and nonchalant tone, she had thought she had put it in a tight spot but surprisingly it seemed indifferent at her threats. "Why shouldn't I do that? Like I said, I'm not scared of pain." {It isn't about you this time} "En. What is it about then?" {At your original world, moments before you were ejected, you promised someone on your swords honor. That if you were able to change their fate you won't hesitate doing so. Unless your honor and dignity as a swordswoman is worth nothing, and you are a person who goes back on their words, please do go into oblivion.}

asked Kariya with a smile. “Draw your sword!” screamed Luese holding up the Sun Saber. Kariya drew the Doom Giver, which he got from Lena after she beat the guardian and met Luese in the middle of the room. The Doom Giver was pure black, with red rubies and a ghost on the hilt. Both combatants moved at incredible speeds slashing and striking each other. “The Doom Giver! Why are you collecting the swords?” “It’s my part of the Grand Design.” Said Kariya jumping backward.

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!"

With one final scream, Heavy Metal falls to the ground. As I stare at the metal giant laying on the ground, I look at the batons in my hands. "Not bad," someone says. Turning around, I see QuickShot, JumpStart, and even Ms. Justice walking up. As the three of them walk up, I see Ms. Justice holding something in her hand. "My sword," I yell, running up to her. "You found it. How?" "I honestly don't know," Ms. Justice replies, looking down at it. "When I woke up, I find it laying on top of me."

“Your coin tastes like the castle and I have something against that blade and the castle. Remember? Family feuds? Now, what is it you wear on your neck?” That was the protection they spoke about. They knew this would happen. “I do not know what you’re talking about but it was nice doing business with you” there was no need in hiding my movements now. Brisk steps had me halfway through the room when a blade went whooshing past my face and lodged itself into the wall opposite me. I looked back to see him holding another dagger in one hand and a boomerang in the other “return my weapon, I do not wish to trade it. You can choose from the others”