Swords Of Justice Novels & Stories

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

"I'm not running away," I say, my voice finding new resolve as I shut down the computer with swift, decisive movements. "I'm running toward something." Lucas watches me, something like admiration flickering across his features. "And what would that be?" "Justice," I answer simply. "But on my terms, not his. Not driven by rage but by strategy." I pocket the evidence drive, the small action sealing my decision. "Derek thinks he knows me, thinks he can predict how I'll react. It's time to show him how wrong he is."

Damien 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.

In a world this mad, only by staying sharp and clear-headed could you protect a small pocket of happiness. And me? I was ready to draw my sword at any time. —The End

He missed everything about her. "Jax," Nova said, her voice calm but sure, "you're the sword with the sapphire at the top. Cael's is the emerald. Fin's is the center. Elle, you're the dagger next to Cael's. Emerald as well." Jax moved toward the blade like he'd been called. The sapphire pulsed before he touched it. The moment his fingers closed around the hilt, his eyes flooded blue and the sword ignited. Instantly, a vision surfaced in the room.

"It's unlucky for this dead old man to have a scar that resembles your father's. Why don't we just cut it off?" Then he took the phone and issued the order. I reached out to snatch it away. Vivian slapped me across the face. "Julian is doing this for me! Don't you dare bully him in front of me!" My cheek burned. On the other end of the video, the men cut away the flesh around Robert's old scar and threw it into the pool. Rage twisted my face. I slapped Vivian to the ground. "Vivian Stone! Do you have any conscience at all?"

Eryndor's Shadowing dagger seemed to dance in the moonlight, its dark blade slicing through the air with a haunting screee-ksss. Each strike landed with a thud-thwack-thoom, sending tremors through the troop's warriors. The troop's hearts raced as the violent zing-ting-zap of clashing daggers filled the field. The savages of warriors, fueled by fury and loyalty, clashed in a frenzy of arms and teeth. The ground grew slick with blood, the earthy smell mingling with the metallic tang of steel. Jack Wolf stood firm, his Moon-whisper spear shining with a soft, ethereal light. He parried Eryndor's strikes with a precision born of desperation, his movements a blur of speed and strength.

Her sword flashed in the sunlight as she cut through the rogue pack's ranks, her wolf form shifting effortlessly as she fought with all her strength. Just when it seemed as though all was lost, Althea heard a voice behind her. "Stay strong, Althea," Zemo, the Alpha crown prince of the Moon Kingdom, said as he rushed into battle beside her. He fought with a strength and determination that matched Althea's, and together they were an unstoppable force. Zemo and Althea fought side by side, taking down enemy after enemy. With each swing of their blades and each howl of triumph, their bond grew stronger. They moved as one, anticipating each other's moves and working together seamlessly.

We didn't even inform our parents. Instead, we had a simple ceremony in our rented apartment. I wore a wedding gown and married the love of my life. However, he didn't pull out a ring from amidst the bouquet—he pulled out a sharp fruit knife. The blade slashed against my skin, making my blood flow. I heard him repeating, "Why is life so unfair to me? Why?" This was my wedding night, which I'd dreamed of countless times since childhood. I spent two hours of it lying in a pool of blood as Liam stabbed me over 160 times. Each stab avoided my critical organs.

The three men parted ways, each taking their own vehicle, while Emily rode in Rayden's blue Lamborghini Huracan. Inside the luxurious sports car, Emily chose to review the message sent by Lieutenant Benjamin. She relied heavily on Lieutenant Benjamin and Sergeant Rodney, as she had told Captain Ryan Falderson, who had chosen Crawford's side earlier. She would be the goddess Athena protecting the heroes defending justice and truth. Then she would let Themis weigh the value of justice with her balanced scales in court.