Xfsn Saber Novels & Stories

The moment they saw him, quite a few people in the Sky Country's team became excited. "This person is called Zhang Xuan, one of our Sky Country's Eight Trigrams Saber disciples. It's said that he is extremely talented, and is the number one figure amongst the younger generation of the Eight Trigrams Saber. In the past, the entire Eight Trigrams Saber region was waiting for him to grow up." A well-informed person spoke emotionally.

The reason the system asked me to smash the police car was so that I would have an alibi. Even though it asked me to self-sabotage, it wasn't trying to harm me. Since I had figured that out, I raised my hand and slapped Maxey in the face with all my strength! "You fake scum!" I repeated the line the system told me to say. "Who do you think you are to meddle in other people's family affairs? Why don't you mind your own business and stop staring at someone else’s wife! You know I can’t produce the documents, so you intentionally try to stir crap. I think the one who took the documents must be you!"

I command “Yes.” She breathes nodding before turning her head away from me. As soon as I reach my armoury room I change into a pair of dark jeans, a black V-neck t-shirt and put on my boots. I strap on my 9mm underneath my shirt, grab my sniper case and insert my Matsuda blade onto my back. I was getting ready to party.

Alexander’s POV The storm came before dawn. Thunder cracked over the city, rolling through the ruins like a growl from something ancient. I stood by the window of the safehouse, staring at the rain as it washed away the blood on the streets — as if it could erase what we’d done. But I knew better. Blood like ours didn’t wash off. It sank in. It claimed you. Behind me, Damian’s voice broke the silence. “We’ve traced the signal. The woman from the warehouse — codename Sable. She’s moving between three known facilities, all under ghost protocols. But one stands out.”

Saber says. “Yep, and I’m going out at the end of this year to have a baby, but I plan to return once my little nugget is weaned,” Nix says. “So, we’ll have an opening at the end of the school year,” Saber says, holding my gaze. I growl low. “I want it.” She smiles. “Good. Why don’t you show us around today, meet the squad and get to know everyone. If I’m not mistaken, Raptor and Steel already gave you a codename.”

BLADE 3. Pain. It was all I felt when I shot my eyes opened. I felt so sore and tired. The memories of how Lorenzo plunged deeper into me last night filled my mind. He was so cruel to me. I didn't find any enjoyment in it at all. I tried lifting my hands and I was happy It was back to functioning. My tit hurts too as a result of the sucking he did last night.

"So?" asked the black-haired man. "What do you think?" "Alright," Wilbur said after giving it some thought. "Let's do it. I'll kill the snow wolves, you'll sell their pelts. I think I should at least get your name, though." "Oh, I completely forgot to introduce myself! How rude of me. The name's Saber Farring. What about yours?" "Wally Yonder." "Nice to meet you, Wally. I'm counting on you to get those wolfskins for us now."

After Adrian passed a quiet stretch of road, a monster appeared and charged at him. "Hmph! You've finally shown yourself!" Adrian stared at the monster and stopped in his tracks. With the Frost Crystal Divine Sword in hand, he approached the forest step by step. In the front forest's shadows was a huge pinnacle level six Spectral Gaze Saber-Toothed Tiger. This saber-toothed tiger could provide a strengthening effect for one's power through its inner core. Before entering the ancient forest, Adrian had already thought about which types of monsters to capture, and the Saber-Toothed Tiger was just the right monster for him.

Sleek rifles, sniper scopes, compact handguns, grenades, and more filled the space with gleaming menace. Again, she momentarily forgot to breath. This wasn’t just a weapons cache—it was a fortress arsenal. “Impressed?” Stefano asked, crossing to a glass case holding two prototype sniper rifles. “This is where I keep my true power. Guns don’t lie. People do.” Serena’s fingers brushed along the grip of a matte-black handgun resting on a velvet-lined shelf. The weight of it in her palm felt familiar. Natural. Stefano noticed. “Careful,” he warned. “That’s a Sig Sauer P365. Modified trigger. Not for decoration.”