Swords Of Justice Novels & Stories

" He laughed, then opened the cupboard, but then stared at the empty cupboard with a strange look on his face. - Let me guess, you haven't packed yet and you have no idea which box the glasses are in, correct? - asked André, standing behind her and also looking at the empty cupboard. - Actually I know exactly where they are..., but I couldn't open the box, I need a knife to open the box of knives - she joked then pointing to a box that was in the corner of the room. - In other words, you packed it so well that you can't unpack it, I think that's so you, come on, I'll help you - He said following towards the box, he put his hand in his pocket taking out his keychain and showing her the car ke

The point of no return. With a deep breath, Anya slipped through the opening, the door hissing shut behind her with a bone-jarring clang. The armory was a cathedral of steel and violence, rows upon rows of gleaming weapons lining the walls. An involuntary gasp escaped her lips. Guns, knives, energy batons – instruments of torture and control. But amongst them, a single object stood out – a sleek, curved blade, its surface reflecting the faint glow of her device. It called to her, a siren song of rebellion.

I single-handedly ruined his name, his legacy, and his entire company without a second thought. He glared at me with eyes filled with rage as if he wanted to tear me apart. But I met his gaze unflinchingly. And then, the judge's gavel struck. And the look on Stuart's face finally changed.

Venus tapped my shoulder that made my senses back. I looked around and I found myself seating on the Swivel chair. It has been ten years since that tragedy happened but I can clearly remembered every details like a purified water. It’s been too long but I still not getting the justice I deserve. But this time, I will make sure that I will win on this.

"The sword was one of my prized possessions, so take proper care of it. It belonged to one of my closest friends. I never expected him to hand it over to someone like you." "Don't act sad or something! You are well aware that you are the one who caused my father's demise, and you will be held accountable..." Slejj sprang to his feet and charged straight at Alicia. With his monstrous muscles, he made a huge fist and ignored the sword pointing at his chest. He moved in as if begging to be impaled by it. Alicia was taken aback by his sheer ignorance to the blade, and she wondered what had gotten into him; was it what she said?

Previously, I didn't have time to identify them, but it's clear that both are incredibly powerful swords with different attributes and abilities. [Dual Sword Althea and Nerezza] [Description: White Sword Althea: Goddess Althea represents fate, truth, justice, and knowledge. She holds the pure white thread of destiny and wisely guides and influences the fate of humans. Goddess Althea symbolizes determination, honesty, and respect for moral values. Black Sword Nerezza: Goddess Nerezza represents dark destiny, symbolizing darkness, uncertainty, and transformation. She holds the dark thread of destiny and embodies the mysterious and powerful aspects of fate. Goddess Nerezza represents steadfastn

Lexi and Genie had been nice enough to collect them all for me and were helping me through them, but I knew that I wouldn't be getting anything else done tonight. He stopped me just as I was about to grasp the handle of my door, taking hold of my wrist and drawing my attention back to him once more as I raised an eyebrow at him in question. "Here," he pushed the two smaller short swords he had been carrying into my hands, and for the second time tonight, I could have sworn my eyebrows actually became part of my hairline for a moment. "They're special made, extremely lightweight blades meant for speed more than anything else. They're not going to pierce through any heavy armor, but if you kno

With a solemn gaze, Jude handed the weapon to Sasha, their voice dripping with an ominous tone as they instructed her in the art of vengeance. "Sasha," Jude whispered, their words laden with dark intent, "take this dagger, forged in the depths of our shared rage. Let its blade be a conduit for the justice you seek. Wield it against Gilbert and his kin, for they have sown the seeds of suffering." As Sasha's trembling fingers wrapped around the hilt of the dagger, a wave of conflicting emotions washed over her. The weight of the blade felt heavy in her grasp, a symbol of the choices before her—choices that could forever alter the course of her life.

This was mine, I needed to give those who had been hurt the justice that they deserved. My hand gripped the hilt of the Sword of War, a blade forged for a chosen warrior like me, imbued with the power to destroy the one who had taken so much from me. I could feel its weight, not just in my hand but in my soul. The sword was a link to the Moon Goddess, to the very power that had brought me back here to do what had to be done. The prophecy had always been clear: only I could end this. And now, standing in the heart of the palace that had once been my home, I had come to fulfill that purpose.

Moments later, Jude pulled himself together and said with a smirk, “You’re going to make me chief? “Do you take me for a child? Why should I believe you?” “Swoosh!” A black and red shimmer sprung out of Kaze’s sleeve and plunged into the table in front of Jude. “How about now?” Jude was caught off guard. Holding himself together, he looked at the item that jumped out. The next minute, Jude’s lips quivered. “T-This is the Nether Viper Sword. “The sword represents the Viper’s Den West State Branch leader.”