The Sword Of Summer Novels & Stories

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? ***

Hayden drew his sword as the ligahoo charged at them. “No!” Shrieked Cory, seeing the Prince wield the Vermillion Sword. The sword glowed white hot. Hayden yelled as the handle seared his hand. He flung the sword and it plunged into the soil. “The sword won’t let you interfere with the bow’s will, remember?” Said Cory, trailing her fingers along Hayden scorched palm, cooling it with her magic. Titan came rushing through the trees brandishing the Crimson Axe. He flung it at the ligahoo and it rebounded like a boomerang.

The crowd could feel that the heat and cold had collided while looking at the swords on the stage. “Let me introduce to you the Blaze Wild Sword and the Deadly Glaze Sword. Blaze Wild Sword is a must be suggested for the people who had fire attributes and were accustomed to fire. The Deadly Glaze Sword is for the people who had Ice attributes. These swords are made by a Grade 5 Novice Armament Master.” Lark Oz said while showing them the swords that Luna had made.

She purses her lips in displease seeing everyone is leaping aside. 'Why in the hell would they leap away as if it's a vulture?! The sword is aimed straight and they could have just stepped aside from its way! Why would they do backflips and all? Is this a gymnastics class or what? And what's with that dude? Why is that guy breathing heavily as if he just escaped from a hunting lion?' She notices only a few guys just took a step aside and stood straight calmly. THUD! Her eyes follow the sound and see Parthib stopped the sword by holding it in his bare hand. The sharp edge has cut his palm resulting in bleeding.

Seraphina shimmered in warm golds and oranges, her aura like sunrise. Killian stepped forward, grinning broadly “We Southerners don’t wrap our gifts in riddles. We bring fire and steel.” He presented a sword, forged in the heart of the Southern volcanoes. Its blade burned faintly red, not with heat, but with ancient enchantment. “This is Ashbreaker. Forged to defend your people, tempered in loyalty. Only a true Alpha may wield it without harm. May it protect your family, your Luna, and your future.”

On the pavilion floor lay a sword carved with a dragon, and standing on it was the man who had shouted. He stooped slightly, breath ragged; his eyes were bloodshot, bulging as if they might pop from their sockets. Through gritted teeth he thought, 'Xiu Jian is a damned wretch! I can’t even burn his sword!' Indeed, the trembling, furious man was Huang Fu, and the blade beneath his boot was the Sacred Dragon Sword. He had tried to set the sword aflame—yet not only did the flames refuse to take, the fuel he poured seemed to be absorbed and vanished, drying as if swallowed by the metal itself.

“That’s one way to put it.” But before I could even smile, Alexander stepped forward. “Again, but faster this time.” I nodded, adrenaline sparking through me. I reached for another blade, but as I turned, Alexander moved in at the same time, correcting my stance. The motion was too quick. And his arm, holding another kunai, accidentally grazed mine. A sharp pain flared. “Ah!” Blood welled up just below my elbow, a thin red line. “Summer!” His voice broke the air, raw, terrified. He dropped the blade instantly and grabbed my wrist, inspecting the cut. “Damn it, I didn’t mean—”

Cameo asked from behind me as I stepped into the air-conditioned space. I ignored him. My fingers drifted lazily over the weapons. Metal kissing my skin, while one name burned through my mind. Abel Roshid. “Sir?” “Cameo, do as I’ve said.” My voice cut in, cold and final. His heavy sigh followed, then the sound of the door closing behind him. When I was alone, I picked the flick blade with serrated edges. Unsheathed it and ran my thumb along the ridges, feeling every bite of it. A dark smile curled on my face.

Summer Love. I didn't think the summer part mattered. Sure we did fall in love during the summer. That doesn't mean I didn't expect it to last past that. It didn't matter to me that he was Nathan Kalis's school-bad boy. To me, he was just Nathan. The man couldn't go more than ten minutes before demanding a kiss. Who always wanted me to cuddle into him. And who loved listening to me read my books out loud.

"Preliminaries start in summer in Japan. If we are unable to attend, you can stay a little longer to see the start of the Spring Tournament." His eyes widened, then he broke into a small smile. "Thank you." It's not that he was opposed to going back to Japan, nor didn't he want to go either. There was just something unsettling for him to go back without a proper memory of what happened. He was rather afraid of the responses he would get.