The Way Of The Sword Novels & Stories

No allegiance to any family except the one that bore Aria’s name. “Again,” Lorenzo barked. “No mercy. She doesn’t need guards. She needs blades.” Two women sparred viciously. Blood hit the sand. One cracked a rib. Neither stopped. From the balcony above, Aria watched. He was shaping them not like soldiers. But like shadows. Fast. Lethal. Devoted. Her sword sisters. Ash Blades. Born in fire. Sworn to her bones. Later that evening, when she stepped into the training yard, they fell silent. They didn’t salute. They knelt.

X voice grew coldly. Isreal began laughing hysterically, as he unsheathed a long sword. “It seems as if you do not understand your place. I have you surrounded, surrender and I will spare your life, as Lord Henderson will decide you fate. He will be the god to judge you.” The sword Israel held was definitely finely crafted. The Sword was hand forged as the Damascus pattern resembled a calm river. The hilt was made of bronze and fitted with gold. No matter what quality his sword was, it will still rubbish before X’s translucent blade.

the old man asked. "I will hold the sword inverted with both hands gripping the blade. The pommel and crossguard will act as an impact point. Mordhau." William says with confidence. The old man is impressed by William's answer and replies with a wager on who will win. William took on the offer and bet for Eldric. He gave the gold pouch he got from Lenato, and the old man bet with the earning he got from selling his ale.

Once they were completely slashed, the only thing left defeated the others. Of course, such a situation could not be allowed to happen. Omar and Maya attacked Wayne and Jeremy almost at the same time. "Fire and Ice!" Omar's dual swords flashed, slashing out splendid brilliance. The surrounding air was cut, and ear-piercing explosions sounded. The slender sword in Wayne's hand also shook, and he screamed, "Omar, have a taste of my Phantom Sword today!" Swoosh! Wayne's wrist shook rapidly, and the slender blade made a continuous roar, and everyone around him was stunned. Next, the sword light was like a peacock spreading its feathers, battling with Omar.

Sir William, who was on the edge of the abyss, was staggering, and could scarcely have the strength to hold the shield, which slid across his chest, yet those on the edge cried out to be the same William of old again, and these words seemed to enchanted, coming from the throats of the comrades who wanted to see him again the same swordsman worthy of the knightly girdle, immediately the sharpest eye would have seen a murmur of encouragement floating on William's lips, and a fierce light in his eyes, which aimed his eyes d'Ampezzo who avoided their way. At the first touch of the swords, William retaliated briskly, and the spectators began to murmur quietly about the new champion, at the second

“Don't think of defeating me. I, Wesley Sayer, have achieved what I have, and I’m not someone you can defeat just by saying so!" A second later, Wesley raised his right hand and threw the three-foot sword into the air. The three-foot sword buzzed and trembled as it floated in front of Wesley. Once again, Wesley continuously performed the formation with both his hands. The silver light circulated between Wesley's fingers, and the twisted runes poured into the three-feet sword were like mud being poured into the sea. Everyone noticed that the light emitted by the silver sword only grew stronger. Soon enough, a loud cracking noise could be heard coming from the sword. To everyone’s surprise, th

A golden sword appeared in front of Philip. The sword contained the laws of metal, but there seemed to be a higher power in it. “It’s the sword of path order.” An aged voice suddenly rang in Philip’s ears. It was Holy Snyder. Without waiting for Philip to ask questions, Holy Snyder started explaining to Philip. “This sword of path order can be considered a treasure, but you can only use it once. It’s a reward given by Sublime Tower for those who managed to kill the elemental bodies.

Though Zitrey was holding the bamboo sword with only her left hand. Ezikiel froze and look on what color of the flag was raised, and it was white. This time he wins the round as Zitrey didn’t shout, nor hold the sword with both hands that extremely against the rule ‘cause her to lose. Zitrey just solemnly step backward away from him without regret. However, that leave impact to Ezikiel, “If that is the real sword, I already lost my life this second.” The audiences were attentively looking at Zitrey, they just thought a single word, “Wow.”

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? ***

As long as he could win, as long as he could kill Harvey… As long as he could succeed, it didn't matter what methods he used. Many Islanders started to cheer for Souichiro. When Souichiro heard how the Islanders around him started to cheer for him, he laughed and immediately pulled out the longsword from his belt. The blade was sharp, with a hint of blood on it. It was as if it had been drenched in blood for so many years and had never been washed. With the sword in his hand, Souichiro's willpower was on the rise. "Careful, sir." Yvonne suddenly remembered something when she looked at the longsword. "I heard that the Shindan Way has a sword that had been passed down through the warring state