The Branded Swordsman Novels & Stories

They did not even hesitate to spend their money on costly congratulatory gifts. “Haha! Mr. Wars, you’re here too! How have you been all these years? Are your Wars family’s sword techniques more refined now?” “Hmph! They’re not as good as your boxing technique. Nowadays, swords have become prohibited items and only blades that aren’t sharp can be brought out. My Wars family can’t survive without swords!” “What’s the problem? Even if you bring bladeless blades, it’s far greater than my fists. After all, my fists are made of flesh.”

He knew it would not be great form to win with a flourish so he let the swordman grow tired before he twisted the second sword out of his hand and brandished both blades at the person's neck before giving back his swords. The sir looked terrified as he held both of his swords at his neck while his competitor was heartily the meat that was supposed to be his dinner. "Where did you learn your martial arts? The style reminds me of someone I knew briefly long ago?" Ning Zhuo shrugged. "I'm hungry. These questions are pointless if I am just another foot soldier. I'll tell you after some time when I get promoted. My past is complicated." The senior crossed his arms. "Complicated is the last word I

He lifted his right hand; a big black sword appeared firmly in his hand, accompanied by a crisp sound. The big black sword had a chilly aura, and it was a purple category weapon.

From a tiny scrap of a melted metal, now the maker’s former weapon had grown into a short sword in the hands of Jaden. At first the possessed man had used two hands to swing at Maru using its imaginary blade. But now the short sword can be seen on Jaden's left hand as he brandished the legendary weapon in a very relaxed manner. The manipulator of the maker’s Life Treasure awaited there in silence yet Maru still felt the edge of the sword ready to cut him once more into mincemeat at any time its wielder would choose to attack him.

She felt a tremendous mana presence Familiar to her. An old man, wearing a green kimono has walked out of the chamber. Pulling out the sharp sword on his waist. Amari can't be mistaken. It was the Black Grade sword only given to King Rank Swordsman, specifically the Black Beast Sword, given to only one person. "Nerom?" She can't believe what she was seeing with the sword he's holding in his hand, it was the For a moment her breathing just stopped. ~~~ "Alkhun berhalksawn as really did it."

The clash of fur and fang, the ring of steel against steel, echoed through the forest, a symphony of violence that drowned out all other sounds. Amidst the chaos, Kazia fought with a ferocity born from desperation and a desire for freedom. Her movements were fluid, her strikes precise, as she took down opponent after opponent. Despite the terror that threatened to overwhelm her, she refused to succumb. She was not just a pet, a possession to be fought over. She was a warrior, a force to be reckoned with.

The Phantom Blade was too light for something designed to end a life. It sat in Damian’s palm, a sliver of polished titanium that seemed to pull the nursery’s amber light into its edge. Damian didn’t look like a man whose estate was currently being dismantled by orbital strikes. He looked like a man who had finally solved a tedious riddle. He rotated the needle between his thumb and forefinger, his movements slow, deliberate, and terrifyingly steady. "The lion’s head engraving," he murmured.

The Wild Monster of the borders, the name mothers in the northern territories used to make children behave. Be quiet, or the Wild Monster will find you. I had never once imagined he'd look like this. "You're Lucian." "And my idiot brother," he said, his thumb still resting against the brand like he was memorizing the shape of it, "is going to pay for this in blood. I promise you that."

"Are you sad that Caleb is dead?" When Rylan heard his question, he merely blinked and lowered his head as he pressed a few buttons on his game console. Then, he casually said without even looking up, "No. I'm not sad. Now that he's dead, no one will take my game console away or stare at my new jersey anymore. Plus…" He suddenly raised his head, revealing a sickeningly sweet smile. "Last time, he looked like a bouncing ball when he rolled down the stairs. It was so funny. This time, he fell from somewhere so high. He must have been smashed up even worse, right? Did he look like a rotten watermelon?"

VENDETTA ( Love of Darkness or Night) Written by: Authoress Ricky Genres: Action , Erotica , Drama SIX VENDETTA he cup my ass in his hand and fumbled with it before it struck me. I'm only here to dance and get information not to be submissive to the bastard. "I'm sorry but the rules here says no touching"I shove his hand off but it came back to the right spot and he smirk. "Did you hear me"I push his hands off me.