Way Of The Sword Novels & Stories

*Whoosh* Swift Indigo wasted no time. Once she heard the words indicating the start of the match, she sprang right into action. Her slim sword was as elegant as its owner, and the slightly blue color of its blade gave it a sort of surreal effect as it wove through the air like a needle. Its owner and the weaver, Swift Indigo, was like a skilled seamstress, as her sword gently pushed towards Black Hand.

With a loud ‘pak’ sound, the wooden doll snapped in two and flew up into the air. “That was a scary amount of strength.” Zeppelin and Carson were shocked speechless. They waited for Tyr to make the next moves, but he stopped after that swing. “Senior Wayne, this is a good sword. I return it to you.” “That’s all?” asked Zeppelin, looking at Tyr in confusion. Meanwhile, Carson was also baffled. “Yup, that’s all.” “How was that a sword technique?” Tyr smiled. “Everything returns to its owner. That was my sword technique. Senior Wayne, you are Southriver’s Blade Maniac, you should understand what I mean by this.”

A man breathless, standing valiantly before all his enemies. He was called Cyou chen, a swordsman who earned an unrivaled title. After being trained by the nine demon swordsmen. Chyou Chen travels the world to fight with various expert warriors from all over the country. "Why are you just silent?" Chyou chen asked, while wiping the sweat that filled his forehead. "Quickly hand over all the martial books you haveAfter that we will let you live."

Although he was yet to be acknowledged as a blade master, Boro was a few steps away from that title officially. There were a few ways to obtain the title of blade master. The most common way was to defeat a titled master in a duel, whether that be a duel to the death or not, beating someone who holds that title, usually witnessed by others to authenticate the claim, would allow one to become a blade master. Furthermore, being tutored by an acknowledged master, and in turn being acknowledged by that master, was another way for one to finally obtain that title.

It smelled of damp stone, old hay, and solitude. Makil was already there, warming up with a series of fluid stretches that further betrayed his training. He wore similar clothes to yesterday, and two practice longswords were thrust into the ground at the center of the yard. Leigh arrived silently, a shadow detaching from the deeper shadows of the archway. She'd re-braided her hair tightly. She said nothing, simply walked to the center, pulled one sword from the earth, and tested its weight. "No rules," Makil said, pulling the other. "First to yield, or be disarmed."

A bright network of illuminating embers danced through the blade of the sword like a crack of lightning. Alicia was taken aback. Daito launched the sword through the opening with immense force, like a javelin. The sword zipped through the hole with an unimaginable speed. The vurhan squeezed out one last shriek before falling to the ground lifeless. Slejj draped his arms in exhaustion, dissolving the shield, revealing the vurhan before them with half of its head missing. The sword managed to saver half its head off with sheer force. It pierced through several trees that were unfortunate enough to be standing behind the vurhan. The faint glow of the sword could be seen into the darkness, stuck

Eryndor's Shadowing dagger seemed to dance in the moonlight, its dark blade slicing through the air with a haunting screee-ksss. Each strike landed with a thud-thwack-thoom, sending tremors through the troop's warriors. The troop's hearts raced as the violent zing-ting-zap of clashing daggers filled the field. The savages of warriors, fueled by fury and loyalty, clashed in a frenzy of arms and teeth. The ground grew slick with blood, the earthy smell mingling with the metallic tang of steel. Jack Wolf stood firm, his Moon-whisper spear shining with a soft, ethereal light. He parried Eryndor's strikes with a precision born of desperation, his movements a blur of speed and strength.

It instantly caused my ears to ring. The rage that I had held down for so long though refused to allow him to kill me now that I had a way out. Using the palm of my hand I stuck his throat, which caused him to lose his breath. I quickly used this moment while he was distracted to buck him to the side causing him to lose his balance and topple off me. I sprang to my feet and swiped up my phone as I started running again to my car.

"Is Mr. Shaw not doing well?" I nodded, my throat choking with emotion. Aiden did not ask any more questions. He simply took his phone out of his pocket. "Give me the payment slip." "Aiden, no need..." "Give it to me." He scanned the barcode on the slip and paid 50,000 dollars. "Consider this a personal loan to you. Don't worry about paying it back right away. The foundation has an aid program for advanced stomach cancer patients. I'll submit your application this afternoon. Don't be afraid. I'm here for you."

"Think about it, the name Kopis is ancient Greece for a knife and it's no coincidence that your name..." "... Is Blade." I finished for her as I began thinking about it. "If this is in anyway true, that means I'm cursed." "Yeah!" She said. "You are." My heart crashed as somehow, I had been hoping that this bloodlust thing would go away and I could try to have a normal life again.