The Branded Swordsman Novels & Stories

“I’m here. Alone, like you asked. Now show yourself.” For a moment, there was only silence. Then, one by one, the lights clicked on, slowly revealing a figure waiting at the far end of the warehouse. A man. Older, maybe sixty, with silver hair and cold eyes that held disturbing intelligence. He wore an expensive suit like armor, hands clasped behind his back with predatory calm. "Muna Romano Castelli." His voice was smooth, cultured, carrying the weight of old money and older violence. "You're even more beautiful up close than in all those photographs."

Lexi and Genie had been nice enough to collect them all for me and were helping me through them, but I knew that I wouldn't be getting anything else done tonight. He stopped me just as I was about to grasp the handle of my door, taking hold of my wrist and drawing my attention back to him once more as I raised an eyebrow at him in question. "Here," he pushed the two smaller short swords he had been carrying into my hands, and for the second time tonight, I could have sworn my eyebrows actually became part of my hairline for a moment. "They're special made, extremely lightweight blades meant for speed more than anything else. They're not going to pierce through any heavy armor, but if you kno

It was clearly an expensive sword crafted by a famous master. "Scram!" Brian merely glanced at him. His eyes were filled with disdain. A Strikerine member by the side said, "Do you think you can join Strikerine just by offering a sword? Dream on!"

The sword he was holding had also been enhanced by the Sky General's Gold Talisman. He was perfectly matched against Emil's devilish saber. "Who are you? My blade will not kill a nameless devil!" Emil asked coldly as he crossed his arms arrogantly, holding his devilish saber.

Ulfhild determined to stay as far away from him as possible. Brand had been slightly worried when the giant warrior took the field. It had been quite a while since he had wielded a sword in earnest. There was no need other than the occasional sparring session for fun with his brothers in twenty-first century Wyoming. He was sure to be rusty. But as soon as he felt the first ring of metal-on-metal vibrate down his arms, all his years of training came rushing back. His muscles instinctively bunched and stretched as he deflected, thrust, and countered with the talented warrior. Sweat broke out on his forehead, and he couldn't hold back a small smile of grim pleasure as they continued to fight.

“Care to elaborate?” “You should ask him yourself,” Zeki replied, which we all turned to Wilt. “If I remembered correctly,” Li said, “Wilt can produce swords.” Our leader shrugged. “I might be a war brave.” “War braves can pop up their gods’ personal weapons,” Rad said while making himself a cocktail on the table. “But they don’t create swords out of their body like some human factory.” Wilt heaved a sigh as he conceded, “Fine then, so what if I’m a sword brave.”

* * * Brend issued a charging order, brandishing his sword out and leaping forward toward Grub, Gary not far behind him. “Now man chest, Grub will show you how to stab,” Grub said, rolling forward and to the side, running one of his long blades across Brend’s thigh, smiling when he heard the tell-tale cry of pain. He winced slightly, forgetting he had rolled to the side that was still in recovery from his fight with the crossbowmen in town. Grub rolled under a wide horizontal slash from Gary, who held a broadsword in one hand and a large silver shield in the other. He wore his heavy plate mail and Grub was enjoying exploiting the lack of vision Gary had with his vertical eye slits in his sol

the butler got asked by both of them at the same time yep they are definitely alike they even have the same white hair and blue eyes, could she be an illegitimate kid or something " I didn't know woman are aloud to learn sword fighting at the south" " they are not" " than did your father thought you than?" " you mean the guy who sometimes even forgets he has another daughter? no he didn't thought me" " than how did you learn?" " I've been hanging out with criminals most of the time" Duke and Samuel look at each other " what king of criminals?" " you know gangsters, thefts this king of criminals" Duke and Samuel look at each other again the Duke sighted and put his head on his forehead

“This must be the legendary Thirteen Heavenly Swords!” “Wrong. That was only the First Sword Realm. According to my understanding, the Thirteen Heavenly Swords have two sword realms. The Second Sword Realm is the true form of the Thirteen Heavenly Swords.” The martial artists watched the battle in the distance. Everyone was shocked by Tobias’ swordsmanship. He moved as fast as lightning. Boom! Another collision of swords happened. James held up his Blade of Justice to block the attack. Tobias slashed down from above and pressed his sword against the Blade of Justice.

It was the same as asking a bovine to eat beef. Coming back to his wood chopping spot, Zen stared at the large pile of unchopped wood. He came too far to give up now. Unfortunately for him, Zen did not know any swordmasters in Godfather Academy. In reality, swords were the least useful weapons with advanced firearms and bionic armaments. Hence, nobody bought swords in the game. Zen was the only one using it for some reason.