Vajra Sword Novels & Stories

Nobody did a free job anymore because everything was a business. “Just like how you wanted them to be.” He gestured to the two black briefcases on the crates. In the first briefcase were dual short swords made of pure silver. It had a long line of engraved words “There was no victory without sacrifices” on the blade. She tested the short swords with several movements. The balance was just right for her. Everything on the swords is just like how she requested it to be. Her signature red gem on the hilt. Mira set down the swords back into the briefcase before reaching the next briefcase. A set of six hunting knives.

"I'm begging you! " Cried of people kneeling in front of them, begging to spare their lives. However, the kids in front of them have no intention at all. Especially the one who's holding a 'katana' (Japanese sword), her eyes are gleaming terrifyingly and in one sway of her arm, she mercilessly sends their heads flying in the air. Blood scattered in the air. The black blade of her sword was now stained with fresh blood of her victims, dropping in the ground.

"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.

Jesus Christ. Leon moves like violence belongs to him. There’s no hesitation in him. No uncertainty. He doesn’t posture or shout or waste time trying to look intimidating because he already is. One second the guy is cursing at him, and the next Leon slams him face-first into the side of the SUV hard enough to dent metal.

I started vibrating my dagger at 55 percent speed, I then hit one of his swords and backed away to a safe distance. He stood in shock as he stares at the sword I hit, the metal let out a high-frequency ringing sound. I used this opportunity to see how he managed to keep up with me, I then noticed a tail holding onto the third sword. A leopard tail, I should have known! He is V4.1 replacement of V4. After a while of the sword ringing, it finally dies down. " * Sigh* That was close! I thought it was going to explode with so much friction between the atoms."

Turning away from the others, I point the sword in front of me and almost drop it when a flame shoots out but stops before it touches anything. "Whoa," I say softly. When I turn around, I see Wyatt and Jock have swords, but theirs are slightly different. Wyatt's has a blue handle and shoots out ice, enough to freeze someone in place. Jock's has a green handle and shoots out electricity. "I guess you got your answer," Zoe says, staring at the three of us in shock. I smile and nod. "Now we're prepared to kick some ass. Let's see what the next message says, and then we'll head out." I say, putting my sword in the red sheath that magically appeared at my side. Maybe I'll cut Selene some slack as

His voice was a low,husky voice that vibrated straight through the polished oak floorboards, carrying an effortless authority that demanded immediate submission. "The security glass is rated for high caliber rounds, Fiorenza, not that it gives you permission to test the locks." ​Fiorenza didn't turn around immediately. She let the silence length, a deliberate act of resistance that made the muscles in Valeriano’s jaw tick. Slowly, deliberately, she turned, her chin lifting to meet his intense, piercing gaze. ​"I prefer the view to your rules," she said, her voice steady, masking the wild,unstable hammering of her heart against her ribs.

The witches closed in, their laughter echoing like a chorus of nightmares. Something inside Aqua snapped. A surge of dark energy, unfamiliar and terrifying, welled up within her. She felt her pendant grow hot against her skin, the clear crystal turning black as smoke. The air around her crackled with raw power as she turned back towards the attackers, her fear morphing into a blinding rage.

The entire vault was lit by an unnatural light that was emitted from the ceiling. There were certain weapons and armor that were placed inside glass boxes. They shone and were reserved like an artifact inside a museum, a national treasure. Isaac was attracted to a certain sword. The sword seemed to be made of blue crystal. It was a single blade sword and its blade was very sharp. The sword’s guard had an oval crystal which was connected to 3 flaps on the other edge of the blade. “That’s a really cool sword.” He finally said. Matthew heard and came over to him. Upon seeing the sword he was also awed. “Whoa yea, it is.”

Sweat stung her eyes as Nya swung the sword around, just in time to block Rok’s steel blade. The reverberation shook all the way up her arm, but she didn’t have time to let the ache distract her as Rok was bringing the sword around again, this time from the other direction. The tip of the blade almost caught her underneath the chin, but she managed to jump back, raising her arms and shoulders to make herself smaller in the middle. The blade flew up into the air, missing her, but it wasn’t headed away from her for long. Rok was relentless, swiveling around in a full circle and bringing his sword along, ready to cut her in the middle. She was wearing a metal chest plate, but most of her body w