Swords Quotes Novels & Stories

As the second became aware of what was happening, they roared in response and are ready to onslaught. “Kill her! Don’t let her get away!” I spin my sword gracefully in my fingers, admiring how the light from the setting fire reflects off the shiny steel before finally pointing the tip of it towards them. I can feel a heavy burst of energy emanating from me as I hold my blade firmly in front of me with determined confidence. It feels like a powerful symbol of strength and courage, one that I am proud to bear as a shield against any obstacles that may come my way. This sword has seen plenty of battles before.

Without any further hesitation, the minuscule dweller began to recite a poem. “To lead the battle against the horde The Prince must wield the Vermillion Sword To pierce the ice the Warrior cannot lack The thousand-fold strike of the Crimson Axe To challenge the Sorceress, the Enchantress must know How to summon the flames of the Amber Bow” “Pardon me, Sir. Come again,” remarked Smoke in the usual exaggeratedly polite manner of the twins. “Oh, yes, Sir. Do come again,” added Mirrors, clapping his hands together in excitement.

The soldiers have let go of their guns. Those who have swords are gripping them at their sides; the rest are holding their spears flat along the ground. For one of the few times in my life, I wish I had a sword instead of a machete. My blade’s lack of a point renders it useless for this particular defense, so I leave it sheathed on my back. Instead, I grip my new spear tightly.

Why are you here, do you not know that This is the place of Mr Jon our leader, and you Dare show up out of nowhere you will pay for intruding. HFT… Ha-ha I don't care, I'm just going to eat here so don't disturb me. Then taso looks at the guy talking to him with killing intent. Well If you want to fight then I will give you a chance and I will give you mercy to, so For my kindness I well cleanly chop your heads Ha-Ha...! Ok lets start come forth my sword aeroba red katana. And then the sword comes out at taso's hand and then sword glows with red and with different colors in it colors like green violet and orange.

I said pointing at the brand new swords inside the bag. He brought out the sword and unsheathed it right in front of everyone. The sword gleamed with a sharp, polished blade and a sturdy hilt, its metal shone brightly as the sunlight penetrating through the windows reflected on it. A loud murmur erupted from them as they pointed at the sword, with a shock expression on their faces. “Silence everyone.” I ordered as I cleared my throat to draw their attention. They kept quiet immediately, as I began to speak. “I ordered these swords after Lucien threatened me the first time.” I began.

I reply and grab a random twig calling the nepo boy forward. He walks a little to enthusiastic as if waiting for retribution. He is not going to get any. I let him lead, hoping he has learnt his lesson and I see his technique has improved, but he is too slow. I see his hand form a mile away, I slap his weapon out of hand and reach for his neck. "It is not the weapon, but the person who wields it. A good weapon is just about as useless in the hands of a bad fighter." I shout to all of them the famous words of Ray when he used to train me as a kid and I would get beat up.

He wanted to retort but was at a loss for words, his expression showing a hint of panic. Because everything Austin said was true! "Did you really think I was that foolish? No one uses me to climb the ranks!" Austin's voice was cold, his presence imposing, his gaze sharp as a sword. "If you're so loyal, come here, and I'll cut you. Let's settle this today! Otherwise, let's bet—let's see if my blade is faster than your bullet!" Clang! The long sword was raised, slicing through the air. Under the sunlight, the blade's edge reflected a blinding, cold light.

I swallowed hard, trying to work up the courage to ask the question that had been burning in my mind since I'd first seen him in action, "Can I ask you something?" "You can ask," he said quietly, though something in his tone suggested that he didn't want to be asked any questions, "doesn't mean I'll tell you what you want to know." "Why do you always use a sword when you fight?" The question came out in a rush before I could lose my nerve, "I mean, most people in your line of work prefer guns, they're more efficient, less personal, but you always choose blades."

"A tool is only as powerful as its user. Today, Mirth, I shall teach you your first sword technique!" As Logan spoke, he gestured with his hands, and his swords shot into the air, aligning in a golden, razor-sharp formation capable of cutting through metal.

“Care to elaborate?” “You should ask him yourself,” Zeki replied, which we all turned to Wilt. “If I remembered correctly,” Li said, “Wilt can produce swords.” Our leader shrugged. “I might be a war brave.” “War braves can pop up their gods’ personal weapons,” Rad said while making himself a cocktail on the table. “But they don’t create swords out of their body like some human factory.” Wilt heaved a sigh as he conceded, “Fine then, so what if I’m a sword brave.”