The 7 Swordsmen Of The Mist Novels & Stories

A dozen swordsmen instantly lunged forward with long swords in hand. The exquisitely crafted swords were glimmering with light. For the Islanders, going into battle with their ancestors’ weapons meant utmost honor! Alani stood still when she coldly locked her eyes on Harvey’s position. She was not an actual Islander, but she would not mind dealing the final blow to Harvey just to build her accomplishments. The swordsmen quickly approached Harvey before changing their stances and swinging their swords at him. The attacks were swift, cold, and utterly ruthless!

A warrior thought it was a good idea to catch the whip the twins were using to kill his warrior brothers. The twins looked at the warrior then Rayne stepped away from Misty. Rayne pulled her whip and swung it around the warriors neck. Misty ran towards the warrior, slid to the ground between the warriors legs, hopped up, then jerked her whip towards her. All you heard was the scream of the warrior as his hands were severed, then Rayne showed him mercy by jerking her whip taking the warrior’s head off. .

She didn't for once think Darla would hesitate before driving the sword into Niles if she hadn't quietened down. Simran looked around, but all she could see was the mist. She heard a rustle nearby. Twigs snapped and someone ran over them. Everyone in the group fell silent. The hazy moonlight and the mist made it difficult to see anything. Suddenly the flap of wings was heard and everyone drew their swords from their sheaths, except for Manton who drew daggers from his belt. The hilts were studded with red, blue, green and yellow gemstones that glowed dully in the darkness.

Kiran turned to look at Malachi and he nodded his head as well. “Kiran Sinclair, step forth and claim the first incision,” Malachi said, and I looked at the knife in Kiran’s hand. Aegishjalmur, Valknut, Triskelion, Yggdrasil, Gungnir, and Mjolnir were etched on the handle, the symbols of our ancestors and our history.

When Jacket was providing cover for him, Jim had already started forming a mystic technique, channeling all his spiritual power into the blade. In a moment, Jim's sword underwent a bizarre transformation. The entire long blade was now fiery red, flames engulfing it. The flames resembled lava, continuously dripping from the blade like flowing blood. Jim's momentum drastically changed; he looked like a Shura returned from hell. He stared fixedly at Sebastian, the flames on the blade reflecting in his pupils. For a moment, he truly seemed like a Shura returned from the abyss. "I'll take your life, in memory of my brother!"

My voice sounded scratchy, but I blame all of the crying I had done moments ago. “You don’t know? Child, it’s the legendary Rose of the Mists! Legend says that Nyx bet Hephaestus that he could never forge a sword so light that it would weigh less than her mist did. To prove her wrong, Hephaestus worked long and hard until he eventually created the most perfect sword he had ever forged. Nyx, furious at having lost the bet, threw the sword into the mists and told them to do what they wished with it. The mists have only ever given the sword to a few warriors and it is said that when the last warrior died, the mists reclaimed the sword and it was never seen again.” Zara’s eyes remained on the sh

These twenty famous swordsmen apparently still haven't come forward to fight them. Both Chyou Chen and Khalid both stood still with lots of wounds and blood splattered all over their bodies. khalid suddenly moved quickly and stuck the spell paper onto Chyou Chen's body. "Live and avenge all this revenge on them." Chyou Chen's existence began to disappear with a white flash around his body. "How dare you make him leave." The killing aura of these twenty famous swordsmen cornered Khalid who was now alone. He smirked in satisfaction, "Come over here and fight me bastard." The twenty matchless Swordsmen attacked him together with their full strength.

He knew himself that he cant buy a good sword as he have to buy body tempering technique too with this little amount of money. As he tried to pick a sword he saw a beautiful black sword in the corner of rack, Theo mesmerized and uttered," what a beautiful black sword", suddenly from back he heard the word," isn't it beautiful, to sad the cultivator from whom i got the sword told me that this sword cannot cut anything, its dull sword". Suddenly as if deciding something Theo decide that he will take that sword. Theo walked out of the blacksmith shop shouting," Thank you, old man jiang"

“My name is Ryder Williams, future alpha of the Blue Crescent pack.” My jaw dropped. A future alpha? I’ve been arguing with a future alpha? Oh God, this was bad. Man, I should’ve never wondered if this day could get worse. I tempted Fate, and she answered. Perhaps I deserve to be called Missy Mistake after all. “Oh,” was my brilliant response after a moment of mental scrambling. I tried to remember everything Harry told me about alphas. My gaze lowered and I pulled my shoulders in close to me to seem smaller and less threatening. “I’m sorry… I didn’t mean…”

She took the blade again and swiftly cut her wrist without showing even an ounce of pain on her face. The water began to color red and she lay there with her head on the edge, a serene smile played on her lips. One wondered is this how death feels? Like a happiness after ages? Like perfectly cold water after a long run? Like life was never meant to be? ***