The Sword And Laser Novels & Stories

Sophie stood beside me, her eyes wide with excitement. "Today, we will explore different types of weapons and find out which ones are most suitable for each of you," Scarllet announced, a mischievous gleam in her eyes. "Lina, why don't you start with the sword?" I eagerly nodded, taking a step forward to pick up an elegant sword with a silver hilt. It felt surprisingly natural in my grip as I swung it through the air, testing its weight and balance. Scarllet watched me closely, nodding in approval.

Wilbur sneered, bringing the halberd down ruthlessly. Loja let out a growl, his snake sword lighting up with ghastly green spiritual flames. A set of inscriptions swirled about in the spiritual flames as he swung the weapon towards the halberd. A soundless explosion erupted in mid-air. Loja's snake sword managed to block Wilbur's halberd. The phased weapon that could erode everything was unable to do anything to the snake sword.

Therefore, usually a sword spirit only had one owner and vice versa. "Where is your sword?" Ludriev asked. "Ah, I leave it in my house. I don't need to carry it around in our own home, do I?" "Yes, you do. What if there's an attack? You are too reckless." "Didn't I have the strongest sword master with me right now? Who would have the gut or is foolish enough to attack?" Ludriev used the hilt of her sword to jab him. "Stop that." "Yeah, ok." Rion grimaced in pain and rubbed his side. "But the name Goddess of War really suits you. Honest!"

"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.

Hello, Future Generations. My name is Saber. I’m the current Queen-to-be of the Fox Skulk (Foxes have Skulks like wolves have packs). I understand if this is a new concept to you or if you think that this book you have found can’t be real. I mean, Fox Skulk? Fox Shifters? Magic? If you’re a normal human living your mundane life, I’m sorry, but I’m about to blow the lid off everything you know.

“It is not fully made of mist or shadows so physical attacks would work, but getting close enough to attack it would kill you. It's greatest weakness is it's reflection, but I do not think you have a mirror here.” “That's perfect, I have something that'll work.” I grinned as I pulled my knife out and angled it towards the wraith. The knife was polished to perfection, which was the first thing I noticed when I saw it. It was so shiny I could see myself through it, and I knew it would work as a mirror. I lifted it, angling the reflective part towards the wraith, and the moment it saw it's reflection, the wraith’s song faltered. A terrible, discordant shriek split the air, its beautiful melody

The ray of blue light faded and when I pulled my palm away from him the wound that once oozed with blood was non existent and the warriors of the Moon Crescent pack were now aware of the power I possess. “I'm Blue Lily pack’s strongest weapon because I fight like a beast and heal wounds like the gods.” ~KILLIAN’S POV~ A healer? Regina Shepard is a healer? A chill ran down my spine and the men present in this room were frozen in time. Leonard had his jaw sweeping the floor. The victim of Regina's surprise attack was still holding his chest in disbelief, probably wondering what happened to the wound on his chest. Even Callum was speechless as he stood by my side, his eyes as wide as saucers.

It smelled of damp stone, old hay, and solitude. Makil was already there, warming up with a series of fluid stretches that further betrayed his training. He wore similar clothes to yesterday, and two practice longswords were thrust into the ground at the center of the yard. Leigh arrived silently, a shadow detaching from the deeper shadows of the archway. She'd re-braided her hair tightly. She said nothing, simply walked to the center, pulled one sword from the earth, and tested its weight. "No rules," Makil said, pulling the other. "First to yield, or be disarmed."

Blood darkens his fur. He doesn’t make a sound. The cut doesn’t slow him. I duck under a snapping jaw and roll, coming up on one knee with my second blade already up. I strike again. Deeper. Cleaner. This is familiar. The burn in my arms. The narrowing of my vision. The way the rest of the world drops out when my body remembers what it’s for.

It was a pathetic and undeniable craven existence but it was how they were winning the war. Dave let out a sigh. "No. He used a HG blade." I nodded. A brilliant man named Henry Gomez spent his life developing a UV spiked, but essentially silver based liquid that could be applied to any metallic object, leaving a coat of active poison that would kill both shade and host upon entering the their shared body. Something in perfectly balanced formula temporarily imprisoned the shade and as long as the wounds you inflicted on the human were mortal, the shade shared the same fate. The HG liquid had become as precious to us as light bulbs. It was hard to come by at the best of times, especially out h