Swords Of Justice Novels & Stories

Nobody did a free job anymore because everything was a business. “Just like how you wanted them to be.” He gestured to the two black briefcases on the crates. In the first briefcase were dual short swords made of pure silver. It had a long line of engraved words “There was no victory without sacrifices” on the blade. She tested the short swords with several movements. The balance was just right for her. Everything on the swords is just like how she requested it to be. Her signature red gem on the hilt. Mira set down the swords back into the briefcase before reaching the next briefcase. A set of six hunting knives.

They were so deep to the point even his bones could be seen. Not even Hercules could contend against two at once, let alone hundreds of experts? Brittany shouted urgently, “Alex, hurry up and go. You can definitely get out by yourself!” Alex’s eyes became colder. “I’m fine! I just don’t want to go on a killing spree.” Swoosh! Swoosh! Swoosh! As he said that, the Sword of the Universe, the Seven Blades of Death and the Breaking Point of the Dragon’s Bane of Thirty-Six floated in front of him.

Ron’s husband was the Spirit of Justice. The Sword of Heaven. The Hand of Judgement and the Son of the Heavenly Emperor. He was the most revered and feared celestial being in existence. He was the God to whom the desperate prayed when injustice was all they had known. The one who brought peace to the murdered, and wrath to their killers. He was incorruptible, the golden flame of heaven that burned through lies and twisted truths until only cold, clean verdicts remained. There was no favouritism. No bias and certainly no mercy.

There were a lot of books about conjurer’s secrets and weapons. Rose shouted My Prince please come over there were three superweapons. Commander was standing behind one so as Rose and Judith were standing behind theirs. Commander took the ax and there was a booklet he took it up. Rose got A long super sword she took it and there was a booklet too. Judith took the blood swords. Immediately she took it the blood sword began to talk give me your blood I can’t recognize you. She cut her fingers for little blood for the blood sword. Rose also cut the tip of her finger for blood for her super sword.

Wilbur commented with a sigh. Michael snorted coldly, saying, "You have a good eye. This is the Sword of Judgment, a divine weapon imbued with the great divine power of the Lord of the Holy Illuminati. No one can survive under the judgment of this sword." "Oh, is that so? Then why haven't you made a move yet?" Wilbur smiled. Michael's gaze darkened, and he declared, "You're way too arrogant! Accept the judgment of my lord." As he spoke, Michael raised the Sword of Judgment high. The golden radiance on the sword burst forth, accompanied by a resounding hymn in the sky. A tremendous force began to surge in the sky, and above the firmament, a colossal palace made of golden light emerged.

Xandros unsheathed his sword and I noticed how sharp and pointy the edges were, I followed suit and did the same. “For the realm, for justice… draw steel!!!” The officiator’s voice rang through the field and with that, the game began.

It recognized my Spartan oath, my devotion to House Ares, my unwavering, unbreakable will to fight for what was right, no matter the cost. The sword was a part of me, an extension of my own will, a tool of justice, a symbol of a balance that I was now sworn to protect. I lifted it from the altar, its weight a perfect, familiar balance in my hand, its power a constant, reassuring presence, a testament to the strength of my own spirit.

“Even with your belly ripped open, you still cling to life.” Bending down, Huang Fu brought his face within a mere inch of Xiu Jian’s bowed head, close enough to hear the ragged, desperate gasps of his foe. Huang Fu’s eyes gleamed as he watched Xiu Jian grimace in unbearable pain. Scarlet trickled from Xiu Jian’s temple, sliding down toward his eye. With a swift motion, Huang Fu reached for the sacred blade at Xiu Jian’s left hip—the legendary sword sheathed in a scabbard adorned with golden dragon carvings.

It smelled of damp stone, old hay, and solitude. Makil was already there, warming up with a series of fluid stretches that further betrayed his training. He wore similar clothes to yesterday, and two practice longswords were thrust into the ground at the center of the yard. Leigh arrived silently, a shadow detaching from the deeper shadows of the archway. She'd re-braided her hair tightly. She said nothing, simply walked to the center, pulled one sword from the earth, and tested its weight. "No rules," Makil said, pulling the other. "First to yield, or be disarmed."

Justice spoke three times before the blade fell Once for the innocent blood you spill Once for the innocent choice you stole Once for the innocent trust you betray Break all three, and your soul will be bound for the pits of Dikaios's Hell Dikaios’s POV Standing on the rooftop, facing down about two dozen gunmen, I couldn’t help but smile. This feeling burning in my veins – the feeling I was born with, that gave me purpose in life… It had been so long since I felt it last!