Swords Quotes Novels & Stories

Steel racks gleam under low light. Blades hum softly, enchanted edges I take two swords. Not because I need them. Because they keep my hands busy. The first strike cracks the air. The second shatters a practice dummy clean in half. I move faster. Harder. No restraint. Every swing is an apology I won’t say. Every parry is a memory I don’t let surface. Sweat stings my eyes. Blood slicks my palms. The pain anchors me, keeps me from thinking about the way Aiden’s voice sounded when he said my name like it meant home.

[Second Repetition: The Limitation of Technique. The scene reset. He once again felt his sword in his hand, moving in the graceful Dance of a Thousand Shadows. Every slash felt perfect, the culmination of his years of training. Then he felt the sickening sensation as every one of those slashes was deflected, as useless as trying to cut water.

Their blades shimmered in the sunlight, a testament to their craftsmanship and legacy. As I grasped the twin swords, a surge of gratitude washed over me. Finally, I could behold the very weapons I had hidden away for years. With a laugh, I realized they were exactly as Claudio had described, truly peculiar, with one blade black as midnight and the other as pure as driven snow. "Who wields a twin sword with two different colours, black and white?" I mused aloud, chuckling at the absurdity of it all. "No one, but you, of course," came a voice from behind me.

“You do not see the traps laid by a mind that plans ten moves. You cannot run with vengeance and expect to reach a man who lives on the slow knife.” “You taught me the knife,” I said through grit. “Don’t make me blame you for teaching me better.” He smiled once more. “That is the thing with you, Damian. You always chose the sword because it felt honest. The world does not eat honesty. It eats leverage.”

Nobody did a free job anymore because everything was a business. “Just like how you wanted them to be.” He gestured to the two black briefcases on the crates. In the first briefcase were dual short swords made of pure silver. It had a long line of engraved words “There was no victory without sacrifices” on the blade. She tested the short swords with several movements. The balance was just right for her. Everything on the swords is just like how she requested it to be. Her signature red gem on the hilt. Mira set down the swords back into the briefcase before reaching the next briefcase. A set of six hunting knives.

She must prepare for the worst if a fight it was. “If you’re still able to stand after one minute, then we will accept you as our hero,” he said. “And if not, then consider this warm feast as your last night, Whitewind.” —[Swordlight of Mugronar]— Quarth’s chest flashed into a triangular mark of glowing ember. The broadsword burst into fire, blazing upwards to where it was pointed—as the red flames embraced the long blade of steel.

It was filled with copper, silver and gold royals, all to help supply them while they sought out allies. After Boro said his farewell and accepted the money, he quickly made himself busy checking out the two pack horses. He wanted to give Littume and Lord Jetir space for there farewells. He saw Jetir give his son a firm hug and share a few words with him. Then he saw Lord Jetir unwrap the cloth and from it pulled out an ornate brown and gold scabbard. The scabbard was too thick to belong to a rapier, and too wide to be a katan, the long slightly curved, single edge style sword that Boro himself used. This one was as wide as the width of his palm and had two edges to it. A broadblade, an olde

"The broadsword is called Soul-swallowing. It has been with me for about a thousand years and has only been used a few times. I won't let the blade return to its sheath until my enemies get hurt." Chu Xun chuckled and raised Dragon's Wrath. "It is called Dragon's Wrath. Whoever touches it will die." "You and I are very similar. We all have the overlords of weapons," Liu Wentian said. Chu Xun sneered and put away Dragon's Wrath the next moment. "Let me tell you, the saber is not the overlord, but I am." As soon as he finished speaking, Chu Xun rushed to Liu Wentian, his fists turning into amethysts. He punched out, with the dragon roaring.

I said, pointing at his throat. “But if it’s a sword, it would make a cut, but the cut might not get to the lungs. Swords need calculations and right aim, and who has time for that in a battle? But with a dagger, you are a goner,” I said, eating my chicken. He drank out of my juice, pouring it back from the big jug. “At least I learned something from you today,” he said. I smiled. “I will train the warriors, right?” I asked. “Yes,” he replied.

124 - Do We Simply Wait For Rescue? (3) As Ye Mo repeated the motions of the Song of the Autumn Sword once more, he found himself unable to immerse himself in the image of a falling leaf in his mind’s eye. The blade of any sword was meant to cut, and the Way of the Sword was to effectively cut everything in the weapon’s path. This was the general truth held in belief by every swordsman, be they an ordinary weapon user or a dedicated sword cultivator like Ye Mo. Even if he were to ask Ye Hua, Wu Xuan’er or any of the Battle Court disciples, they would answer him in similar ways.