The Blind Swordsman Novels & Stories

"Sophie, are you even listening?" "Yes! Of course." A hell of a bloody no; his biceps and broad shoulders were more interesting, though. How would it feel if I ran my hands downward? Would he moan? Sage smirked. "I want you to remember that perhaps the most diverse and exotic types of swords are the Asian swords, which include straight, double-edged Chinese longswords (Jian) and single-edged Chinese sabers (Dao), as well as a myriad of other exotic weapons favored by martial artists the world over. See this?" Sage held the sword like it was his other hand, expertly and effortlessly. Impressive, though. He's been explaining it since forever, which bored her to death, yet all Sophie remembered

That hundreds of razor sharp links, capable of slicing through flesh and bone with ease, will render any enemy, obstacle, challenges and anything who gets too close into ragged pieces. "My blade thirsts for blood. It hungers to taste the crimson life of our enemies as I cut them down one by one if they become a hindrance to our mission," Olivia says, as the Swordsman, as she grips her double-edged blade, ready to charge headlong into combat. The blade is perfectly balanced, allowing her to deliver precise slashes and stabs with brutal efficiency. The long, slightly curved sword allows her to deliver deadly precise blows, decapitating or disemboweling her adversaries in grisly fashion.

a voice whisper I'm unable to act, gritting my teeth waiting for him to pierce me through. It doesn't come. Instead, a heavy wind envelops the room ripping into the furniture around us, distant sounds of clinking filling the air. When everything fades Like stands with a sword in his hand aiming it at a chuckling Victor's throat. "Well well well. It seems the entire family is here isn't it. It's been a while hadn't it Cousin" "So this is where you've been all this time Luke" Victor continues running a finger along the blade directing it from his throat. "Playing servitude to a child"

She couldn't just watch him rip the plant off. Maybe he had missed his way and ended up crashing with the plant. After all, he was a blind man. He had his eyes tied in a white cloth so as the good shepherd she was, she walked up to him. Thinking that she might help him out with his movement. Such a brave move. "I'll sure try!" Never did she know that she would regret her actions. Diana hesitated at first. She stood still staring at his backside. His long silver hair was tied in a ponytail. And he was even more manly than his brothers; the crown prince and the second prince.

"Test its power, my friend." Oswald's eyes gleamed with malice, his hand steady as he unsheathed his sword. He picked a soldier at random, his gaze almost predatory as he neared the chosen target. The man trembled, fear etched onto his face as he awaited his fate. With a swift movement, Oswald plunged his sword into the soldier's chest, aiming for a fatal blow. However, there was no cry of pain, no life lost in that moment. The soldier blinked, his bewildered eyes looking down at the sword impaled in his body, but he remained unscathed.

Eleanor's POV On the fifth anniversary of my marking ceremony with Alpha Gabriel Blackhound, I was blinded by a blast of high-concentration silver dust sprayed from the jewelry box in my hands. Gabriel then dismantled the entire jewelry store in retaliation for my sake, howling in anger and vowing to uncover the mastermind to avenge me. From then on, he acted as my personal guide wherever I went, even letting me rest in his lap while he was handling pack affairs at meetings, so much so that the entire pack often praised him for his loyalty and devotion to his mate.

she said quietly. Another silence fell between them. Five years ago, they would always have late-night talks before bed. No matter how tired she was, Jade would make time to bond with the blind Zane. She didn’t want him to feel alone, especially since she spent most of the day working herself to the bone to save for his surgery. One night, he made her promise that she would be there when he regained his sight. She had said yes. But in the end, she broke that promise.

He fell to the ground, groaning, but easily got back to a standing position to block more attacks. “Who are you?”, Quinn yelled at this new person. He knew his moves through and through. This wasn’t a good match up for him. He stood up on wobbly legs and repeated the question. The person pulled out two swords from thin air and swung them around. “You still don’t know?” he pointed the blade at him, in Quinn’s exact same stance. “let me show you, then.”, he said and rushed at Quinn. “Dual blades: Singular Thrust.”

Ivan had used the hidden knife he normally carries to cut deeply into his stomach when he was dodging his sword. Ivan was amongst the Nine Fingers, normally called Nine. The Nine Fingers are Nine strong assassin which were trained specially by their master. They were faster and more deadly. The lesser assassin's, like Eric, stands no chance against them in terms of swordfight. They were very fast in their movement and with their swords. Eric slowly dropped his sword and held his stomach in pain as his blood kept pouring out like river. Ivan stood in front of Eric who was bleeding profusely from the cut in his stomach. “You have one minute more to live Eric.” He said and raised up his sword i

The clean cut of this blind man told everyone that he’s not simple despite his disability. “I may be blind, but I’m not deaf you know,” The blind man said before piercing his sword at the severed right arm hand on the ground and bringing it to his other hand to touch the severed arm. “Oh? Did I just cut your arm? Sorry, I didn’t see it, I just want to disarm you. Here, get it back!” The blind man throws the severed arm back to its owner. Both accomplices viciously glaring at the blind man and cautiously move around the blind man avoid creating any unnecessary noise, but the ground is covered with leaf and grass with these two accomplices meager cultivation at the Master Grade of Spirits Warr