Swords Of Justice Novels & Stories

‘This is justice. Lucien stood up, his legs shaking, his face pale as death. He drew the great sword from his back, the blade gleaming with an ominous light in the chaos. The Sword of the Moon. The only weapon capable of touching a divine vessel. The moon goddess had left it before disappearing into thin air. He walked forward, step by agonizing step, against the pressure that tried to push him away. “Aurelia!” he called out, his voice raw and broken. “My love! Look at me! Please!”

What a waste of my time! Magnolia's face turned cold. Then, she let out a sharp laugh. "So that's what you really feel about all this?" The temperature around them seemed to drop. Quinton’s face went pale, and he fell silent in fear. But it was already too late. Magnolia had already pulled out a scalpel and slashed Quinton's waist in one swift motion. He stared at the wound, blood pouring out, disbelief written all over his face. Only then did the pain seem to register as his scream echoed through the hospital.

To protect his position as the Don, I stepped up, taking on the most dangerous, most suicidal deals: the kind even his most loyal men wouldn't touch. In the first month, I cleared out a drug lord's base in Barimo's old district. I came home with a bullet still lodged in my shoulder blade, and what did I get? Lucio wrinkled his nose, looking at me like I was filth. "Smells disgusting." Camilla comforted me in private. "He's sick right now, don't take it to heart. But you're always fighting and bleeding like this. It's no wonder he," she trailed off with a sigh.

And this time, she will be facing Arthur Knight as the judge, jury and executioner. His hatred for her had turned from a piercing, white hot anger into a dull ache. An ache that is empty and hollow, filling him with a constant need for pain. And why should he be in this pain alone? Victory was the cause of all this and he plans to drag her by the ends of her hair into purgatory.

He knew himself that he cant buy a good sword as he have to buy body tempering technique too with this little amount of money. As he tried to pick a sword he saw a beautiful black sword in the corner of rack, Theo mesmerized and uttered," what a beautiful black sword", suddenly from back he heard the word," isn't it beautiful, to sad the cultivator from whom i got the sword told me that this sword cannot cut anything, its dull sword". Suddenly as if deciding something Theo decide that he will take that sword. Theo walked out of the blacksmith shop shouting," Thank you, old man jiang"

Strapped on her back was a massive claymore that appeared to be thick enough to be a blunt weapon. But its edges revealed that the sword was impossibly sharp, perhaps down to the molecule. The Gold Justicar viewed the live feeds of the Sanguine Fundamentalists below, and watched each of the crowds like a hawk. Although they hadn’t done anything to break the law, she was itching for an opportunity for them to break it. She hungered for the chance to scatter those crowds, to swing her blade through their bodies, to cut them down like dogs. While she stewed in her bloodlust, Emperor Retholis sat at the Imperial Throne. Though, it was less of a grand chair, and more of a commanding desk.

Cain stretched his arms out at his sides, a dual sword in each hand. The pommels were silver, swirling and curving like crescent moons as they inched down the obsidian blades. His dark hair cascaded down his shoulders. When paired with the armor and swords, Cain looked as deadly as a warrior for the House Viotto should.

A medium lengthened double H sword with a tint of white and gold appeared beside his palm, so he gripped the grip of the sword and slashed it in the air in front of him diagonally to the left. Who will win? Good or Evil ?

“I…Mies Sai, President of the Independent State of Aeternum..The High Judge of this trial, shall administer the sentence that has been verdict…By my own hand and the sword of punishment befell upon you, my you repent on your crime and let this be the lesson for the criminals…that Justice and punishment does existed…” The crowd stopped cheering for a moment as they saw me standing up and walks away from my desk. With each step, I come closer to the edge of the stage, by the time I stopped on the edge, over looking the 10 bandits that were tied on the stage. Alfred come to my right side, carrying my Sword, it’s golden handled and hilt shine bright under the sun, the stainless steel sheath took

“She’s inside and there is another man!” “Wait here.” Omar replied, helping the she-wolf to rest against the only wall not covered in blood. Omar moved calmly, pulling a hunting knife from his coat pocket. The way the blade winked wickedly in the pale light sent a chill down Chloe’s spine. She decided there and then she had seen enough of weapons and murder today and turned away from the door, gulping in air. Her throat burned and the bitter taste of bile still haunted Chloe’s mouth. Above her the clouds were breaking and golden sunlight was now filtering through, casting long shadows between the trees. It was too beautiful for the gruesome scene.