Swords Quotes Novels & Stories

Hello, Future Generations. My name is Saber. I’m the current Queen-to-be of the Fox Skulk (Foxes have Skulks like wolves have packs). I understand if this is a new concept to you or if you think that this book you have found can’t be real. I mean, Fox Skulk? Fox Shifters? Magic? If you’re a normal human living your mundane life, I’m sorry, but I’m about to blow the lid off everything you know.

" There must be a loophole, there is always one " " There may be one " " What is it ? " Celea asked exited to finally get to hear the answer to the question she always wanted to know " Your father's sword " " Do you mean the one he stabbed my father with ? " Celea asked referring to when the devil had stabbed her father right in front of her at the war " No, there is another one " " So where can I find it ? " " When the sun and moon will meet again, you will know the answer "

The inscriptions caught the torch light. Aurien glanced at it. “I presume he intends for it to become legible at a particular point.” He was not interested in the sword. Perhaps it was his disinterest that had suppressed my curiosity so far, or perhaps it was my resentment of the sword, I thought, as I returned it to its sheath. The sword at my hip and the dragon hot against my side were in opposition. I could not have the one because I needed to wield the other. To me, the sword read: “Love’s sacrifice will make you strong.” Could Aurien not read it, or did he pretend that he was not able to?

my father smiled, "I present you this sword. It is a symbol of our love and trust in you. I know you will be a great woman and I want you to be ready for any challenge that may come your way" I was amazed by the beauty of the sword, but I couldn't help wondering why Father was giving me a weapon. I was sure that after killing my captors, he and Mother would have preferred that I no longer wielded a sword. I asked him and he replied, "Thetia, my child, you are one of the prides of our family. But, as you know, the world can be cruel and there are many enemies. This sword will allow you to defend yourself if you are ever attacked, and I know you will make good use of it.

Sekora asked. “You will be able to recognize them by the symbols on the hilt, first there is the Tsunami sword recognizable by the wave, next is the Earth breaker sword represented by broken earth, next is the Shadow sword represented by a ghost, next is the Sun saber represented by a sun, next is the Phoenix Wing sword recognized by wings, next is the Speed sword represented by a rabbit and finally there is the Power sword represented by a bull.” D2 replied going back to the lighter tone of voice.

Paul thought to himself and went over to where the box lay, dug out the key to it he had buried beside the box the day his master had given him the box. Opening the box which revealed the sword in it, still the way it was when his master had shown him. He heard his master's voice again. “There is a saying that goes: ‘the sword that saves man kills man’. The sword is a tool for killing. No matter whose hands it is in. If you want to master this particular sword, then you must be at peace with death. When you hear its silent whispers, you will know the name of the sword.” Paul sat on the floor in India style, closing his eyes, he focus all his attention on the sword in the box, he placed his t

His grip was firm, pulling her to her feet with ease. Her ankle protested, but she put weight on it, refusing to show weakness. "The ground bested me, not you," she stated, brushing dirt from her leathers. "A battlefield includes the ground," he replied. "You said so yourself." He retrieved her sword and handed it to her, hilt first. "You fight... differently." "So do you. For a prince." A faint, almost real smile touched his lips. "For a prince." He paused. "You held back your word. You play the lady today. Without complaint."

I raised my sword and swung it at him. I didn’t realize he had a weapon on his own. A long thick blade sword similar to the swords used by knights. He raised it to block me. The clinking sounds echoed, creating sparks of the two blades hitting each other. I let it slip, allowing the edge of my sword to glide down the blade of his.

He extended his hand, palm open, like a gentleman about to initiate a formal duel. I spat blood into the dirt. “No handshakes.” I lifted my sword. “Only death.” Draco laughed and darkness roared.

“Do all noble brides greet their husbands with a blade?” Sophia steadied her breathing, the sword still raised between them. “Only the ones who expect to be stabbed first.” Her tone rang clear, brittle but defiant. A murmur rippled behind the monitor screens with the crew shifting, impressed. Director Joe leaned forward slightly. Vincent stepped closer, each move deliberate. He picked up the wooden sword resting nearby and turned it lazily in his grip. “You hold your sword too high.” Sophia’s chin lifted. “Perhaps I was taught to aim higher.”