Novel & Cerita The Sworn Sword Audiobook

"So... this means you will now help me unshield the sword? The final step? So I can take my title when we return to Dance?" "Of course," the assistant said, bowing with exaggerated respect. "A promise is a promise." The old man nodded eagerly, lifting the sword. He followed every instruction, every chant the assistant murmured softly. His hands trembled with excitement. He knew nothing-nothing-of what the assistant had just heard. Nothing of what fate had already rewritten. When the last word of the chant left his lips... the shield shattered with a soft metallic hum. "There," the Wiseman whispered. "It's done. I-"

26 – SHE IS OUR WEAPON Prince Darlon Sweeney When she whispered that we were under attack and Meridian stepped in front of me, shielding me, I couldn’t just stand there like I usually do—I acted. I drew my sword and began moving, striking down my enemies until they were eliminated, and the soldiers began clearing away their bodies.

Chris exhaled once again; his face etched with the tiredness that was consuming his entire being “I don’t have the luxury for taking chances.” “I, Hendrick Griffiths swear the divine death bond of loyalty to Christopher Walter, my junior brother and our master’s chosen; I swear with my blood, entwined with my spirit.” The older man stood up and swore before Chris had a chance to react. He took the blade that he had hidden like a treasure under his belt and inserted the blade towards his heart as he extracted his heart blood.

Next Chapter >> “Hailey, is there anything you’d like to say in your defense?” one of the elders of the delegation urged. I nod my head in negative dumbfounded. “Bring in the sword” A guard steps in holding a long box nesting in its middle a sword the blade polished smoothly, reflecting the moon it is decorated beautifully stoned with blue diamonds gleaming underneath the moon. Jaden picks up the sword with shaking hands using both hands to grip it steady. The night wind wraps around me coldly, the large space strangling me with each forced step he takes, making my heart skip.

Ang alam ko, ang mga relics ay pwede niyang gamitin sa digmaan. Knowing this old man, he had always been a man who thrived on control, never one to make reckless decisions. If he was confident in this war, then he had something—something no one else knew about. I met his gaze head-on, masking my unease with a calm expression. "Then tell me, Your Majesty," I said slowly, "what exactly are you so sure of?" A chill ran down my spine as Koen finally spoke. "We have Sylphysis," he said, his voice devoid of emotion. "It has already merged with my sword—long before you even awoke from your slumber."

"We don't need to go to Lin's house. Let's go to my place so I can change. This is a minor wound. I can handle it myself." Ludriev took her spirit sword she had previously put on the side of the arena, and followed him without anymore words. Spirit sword was forged in a special method for those who reached a certain level in swordsmanship. The sword was unique and believed to be sacred, as it had its own spirit, which, if it didn't feel a strong connection with the wielder, they wouldn't be able to use it. Therefore, usually a sword spirit only had one owner and vice versa.

His dark brown locks tumbled wildly, mirroring the storm brewing within him. Sirius rode over, his horse trotting confidently. Without a moment's hesitation, Thrystan stretched out his hand, and a squire hurried to his side, presenting him with a sword. Its handle gleamed with gold, encrusted with purple stones that caught the sunlight. The crowd fell silent, anticipation thick in the air. I leaned closer to Ahvi, my heart racing. "What is he doing?" "He's challenging Lord Black to combat at the barrier," she whispered, her hands clasped tightly beneath her chin, eyes wide with a mixture of fear and excitement.

I called loudly, and I could feel the shake of a rumble going through all that had gathered before I whirled the sword in my hand, toying with the idea as I took one last sweeping look over the white-faced werewolves present. “Anton Warbuttock! Coward in your youth and brave in your death! I sentence you to death for your crimes of conspiracy to murder, treason! And negating royal orders,” I screamed, my sword flying faster than even my eyes could follow and slamming the man’s head from his shoulders just as he closed his eyes. The pendulum of his balding head fell smack into the arms of one of the maidens that had gathered so that she began to scream. Sarah? She wasn't the one I had been se

I pronounce, trying to sound firm, but my voice betrays me, coming out quietly. Flavius laughs once more, putting a hand behind his head, ruffling his curls. "I've got something to show you,” he tells me. Slowly he pulls the cloth wrapped sword from behind his back. Removing the cloth, he reveals a freshly made steel broad sword that stands at about three and a half feet long. Placing the sword in my hands, I lift it up testing the weight. I run my fingers along the sharpened blade. He truly is a master craftsman; I have never seen such a sword in my entire life. This human has a talent like no other, dragons are known for building master weaponry, but this is even better than some of the sw

If Alex had really taken advantage of the weakness he had back then, he wouldn’t have knelt a second time. “Brother Baker, then what happened to your sword? I saw it with my own eyes that he broke your sword, the Firmament Ice Brand, with his bare hands.” Shaun was angry when he talked about this. “It was the first time I was using the Firmament Ice Brand, and I have never touched it before. I didn’t expect it to be so fragile! Also, that Rockefeller definitely also has a spiritual tool of his own. My sword was broken by that.”