Swords Quotes Novels & Stories

“500 Nars and it will be yours.” Damn that’s quite expensive! Mabuti na lang wala akong rason upang bilhin ito. I’m not fan pf swords dahil kahit mukha silang magaan but actually they are heavy, and me without proper muscles nor training. It might be the one to kill me rather than my enemy. I just shook my head and listened to the lady’s introduction of the second weapon.

Levi indicated, placing his sword back in his cloak. "The sword doesn't make the warrior, the warrior makes the sword. Isn't this your quote?" I asked turning around to face him with the sword pointed in his direction. "You and I, right now in a sword fight." I challenged, even though I haven't fully gotten used to it. "I thought you were pissed over the fact that I had told you the truth?" I knew he was going to bring back the issues we had exchanged words earlier. "Whatever! Are you accepting my challenge or not?" He pulled off his sword and pointed in my direction as well.

Zen was the only one using it for some reason. Believing that the game developer did not make a mistake, Zen looked at the piece of firewood in front of him and unsheathed the sword with uncertainty. As an avid gamer, he was often influenced by the culture of game storylines. In the games that worshipped the way of the sword, Zen knew that they could sometimes be philosophical. One quote that an NPC grandmaster mentioned in a filler conversation option stuck with Zen. “In the hands of a master, anything can be a sword.”

“Since you are all courageous enough to follow my teachings, I invite you all to take out your wooden swords and follow after me. Remember that swordsmanship is not just a skill. You don’t fight with a sword – you become the sword itself.” Theodore twirled the sword in his hand. “Swordsmanship is the art of moving, with each motion precise, deliberate, and fluid like flowing water. The sword in your hand is not just some metal, but the extension of your will. To become one with the sword, you have to have a clear mind. It’s about timing, grace, and the perfect balance between patience and ferocity. When you strike, hesitation is the greatest enemy and doubt results in defeat.”

POINT YOUR SWORD TO ME CHAPTER 23: The Sword's Identity Lixien closed her eyes and felt that her head was throbbing. How can he be so sure about his words? He really means it! But… from seven mountains?! She then grabbed the sword hastily from Leen’s hand and stared at the features of the sword. The sword from the seven mountains. She really needs to thank her husband for this. She trailed the blade of the sword with her fingers and Leen approached her with her worried eyes.

Thinking of this, Samuel began to carve a few big words on the sword. The Love Sword had to have a specific inscription. However, just as Samuel was about to attack, a clear sound suddenly sounded... "Damn it!"

Rhychard reached over his shoulder and pulled one of his short swords out of the harness. The man's eyes went wide. "I get the gun comment quite a bit, but in the end, it doesn't matter. These aren't your normal swords; in case you hadn't noticed. But please, run, and let's see how far you get."

What he remembers is that something bad happened thereafter, and that was the same second that feeling washed away from him. "Why are you all surrounding him without your swords?" He inquired, pointing out their sharp swords, which glistened and blinded his eyes when he looked at them. They had fallen to the ground. "Oh, I get it," he chuckled, attempting to bury the uneasy feeling in his heart. "He is one while there are thousands of you, so the swords aren't necessary." "Slaps and butt kicks will teach him all he needs to know." He grinned widely, his crooked teeth glaring at the world like daggers.

Ivory’s eyes widened in surprise as she took another look at his sword, she didn’t reply Anita as she was still a little angry. ‘If you had the sword all along why didn’t you attack’ Alfred asked angrily. ‘I’m a healer not a fighter, my job is to heal your injuries not battle’ indigo answered putting his sword in his sheath. ‘Then you could have given one of us your sword to kill that thing’ Nara said huffing. ‘My sword…sorry but one of my bottom lines is touching my sword’ indigo replies then leaves to go retrieve his bag. ‘What’s so special about a sword’ Chevy says angrily.

“My life. . .I wish life had a reset button so I would reset mine.” -Lucan Trinigad. HEART TO HEART. I sheathed my gleaming, razor-sharp sword, falling to the floor as I panted loudly. My hands, cudgeled and swollen, bore testament to the iron grip with which I had clutched the hilt of my sword. The pungent aroma of sweat, mingled with the delicate scent of lavender, ambushed my senses as Azure Sophia, my best friend, laid breathlessly on top of me, her laughter echoing through the hall.