The Unbreakable Walking Stick Novels & Stories

I had never called a woman that, and even though she was one. She pulled her mask off and dropped it with a flourish. She was fūcking mocking me... I growled again, struggling against the metal cuffs. I tried to shift and break it, but the handcuffs were made of Styrodian, an unbreakable metal, and had some kind of herbs or magic in them which stopped the shifting. With a bow to me, the little thief disappeared into the night.

With a trembling hand, he flung his walking stick across the room, the thud echoing in the silence that followed. Clara, his wife, flinched at the outburst but quickly rose to retrieve the fallen stick, placing it gently back by his chair. "Calm yourself, Waldo," she soothed, her voice laced with concern. "We need to think clearly about this."

My heart felt like it was beating out of my chest, and I knew I wasn’t conditioned for this like Beta Ryker had said, but that didn’t mean that I was going to give up. Looking over my shoulder once again, I could tell he was catching up to me, and I honestly didn’t know if I was going to be able to make it to the shoe store before he caught me. Turning my head back around, I spotted one of those small carts in the middle of the walkway that sold handcrafted items, and my eyes landed on the wooden walking sticks. Reaching I grabbed one from the cart, knowing that it would be my only line of defense if he caught me. Just when I thought that, I felt the tips of his fingers now graze acrost my b

Charity promptly answered, “But your leg is so red… Is it alright?” “I’m showing you this because I want to prove that I didn’t fall on purpose.” Chester explained, “I’m still not used to this prosthetic leg, and especially the joint causes me discomfort. That’s why I need a walking stick when I walk. When I stand, I’ll usually depend on the strength of the real leg. This also explains why I was caught off guard and fell when you pushed me.”

He smiled when he saw Max and walked forward towards him attempting to greet him. Max didn't smile back at him. He just starred at him surprised. He wasn't aware that his uncle now used a walking stick .He was surprised by how drastically he had lost weight. He looked sick. As soon as he sat down ,both his parents excused themselves. Max could feel the tension between his uncle and their parents. He greeted Max in a shaky voice. Max replied in a calm yet fierce voice.

I muttered as I still didn't stop no matter what. "Why am I even walking when I have you?" I asked Lele who acted dead and didn't bother to reply to me. "Continue acting dead" I rolled my eyes and didn't want to talk to her. I was the fool that listened to her in the first place. After walking for almost an hour, "I think we have reached the boundary" I muttered while looking at the do not cross sign on the stick. "Do you think this stick will be able to hold off Rogues that want to cross here?" I looked at the wooden stick that seemed to be the only thing that showed the boundary.

Just as the two breathed a sigh of relief, each of them was met with a slap across the face. Shawn stood aside with lowered gaze as he watched Mr. Rogers Sr. venting his temper as he took up his walking stick and hit the two hard at the bend of their knees. The solid pear wood walking stick was no joke. With just the two hits, the legs of both of them went weak as they almost fell onto the ground. Mr. Rogers Sr. panted in exhaustion as he cursed at them. "Useless! The two of you, useless!" When Shawn saw them still standing there, he frowned a little as he hissed. "Why are the two of you still standing there?"

She leaned on it lightly, her leg muscles tensing with the effort to maintain balance. She moved through the room, each step a delicate ballet of strength and vulnerability. The stick was a crutch she could do without, yet it served as a constant reminder—a symbol of her resilience and the violence she had endured. It was a reminder that, while she might stumble, Cathleen would never fall.

Some were as large as cathedrals, their iron ribs picked clean by time and the Glass-Walkers. "This is where the First King’s enemies came to die," Audrey said, stepping down from the city’s boarding ramp. She was accompanied by Lucas and a small guard of Smoke-Walkers. From the shadows of a rusted hull, the leader of the Glass-Walkers emerged. He was a man who seemed more stone than flesh, his skin grey and translucent, his limbs elongated by generations of climbing in the dark. He carried a staff tipped with a pulsing, violet crystal—the same "Void-Energy" that Audrey carried in her scars.

He smiled and said, "Hey kid, Dax and I thought something bad happened to you since we didn't receive any news from you for a few days." While talking, he assisted Ambrose in inspecting his wounds. However, Ambrose's heart was primarily concerned with Heather. He said shakily, "Please, Uncle Chester and Uncle Dax, save Heather. The rope around her waist is custom-made—" His heart was full of Heather, and he loved her to the bone. He had not forgotten Heather was tied to the pillar. "Easy peasy," Dax said. He swung the Sky Breaking Axe and broke the rope on the pillar. The Sky Breaking Axe was the world's reputable Grand Weapon. No cord could withhold its sharpness.