Yami's Sword Novels & Stories

To think that his master's sword will be pointing at her is something she would never imagine. "You don't have to do this." Amari was shaking. She was holding her sword and about to draw it. But her hand were shaking she can't do it---no she has to. Shakingly she drew her sword. The Aquarius relic replica sword, given by Alkhun. She just made a promise and she knew she have to hold on to it. "Very well. Defeat me and you win." After saying this nerom immediately disappeared out of thin air.

alternate versions or doppelgangers of hers? One of them suddenly smiled at me as they approached. "I see you met one of my sisters, Yami." She said, making me frown in confusion. Was she referring to the one who was currently holding a knife to my neck ? The latter slowly retreated the knife before helping me to my feet and dusting my body casually. She was also the exact replica of Iñari, only with a kinda masculine vibe. She had a short haircut and was dressed in all black like a high school goth kid.

“Iroshi, your request is unfair. Who here does not know that Yumiko is a world champion in samurai combat.” I don’t. Oh fuck. Yumiko smiles at me through her blood-red lips and pulls out her sword, she makes no effort to cover up her breast. Kane continues, lifting my bandaged arm for all to see. “Plus Lily’s arm is wounded.” I feel so useless right now. Kane drops my arms and holds the sword in both his hands. “Let me fight you instead Iroshi. This would very much liven the dull atmosphere here tonight don’t you think?”

Ren froze as Yuri slashed at the wires of his Elvigar with the dagger hidden within her sleeve, hereby releasing her gun from his hold, and she then pointed the gun at Ren who scowled, and made a motion to entrap Yuri’s limbs next. But before either one of them could make a single move, there were two black blurs. It was soon followed by the sound of a clang of metal on metal, and Ren froze as he saw Sunny before him, slashing at the wires of Ren’s Elvigar with his katana Jormungand, a Japanese sword with a silver blade and a black hilt, with the engravings of dragons and snakes on it. Ren’s eyes widened. “S-Sunny?” Sunny growled low in his throat before he thrust the butt of the hilt of his

Thunder Knee—rising upward while the electrical load discharged downward through the joint. He dropped back into a neutral stance, exhaling a long plume of mist. Yamato stood watching, his expression unreadable. "Not bad." "The Flash Step still needs refinement," Danial noted. "The Flash Step is fine," Yamato dismissed with a wave of his hand. His sharp eyes locked onto Danial's hip. "Show me the blade." Danial froze. Beside them, Balthazar went entirely still. "The... blade?" Danial repeated carefully. "The Sword Drawing Technique," Yamato said, his voice dropping into a register that made the ambient light seem to dim. "The manual I handed you when you first arrived. Show me what you've do

Cassidy studied them closely, having never been allowed to wield a sword during her training classes with her siblings. Derek's gaze kept sliding to her, and again his sword flew from his grasp. He cursed sharply. "Why is the Fox here? Shouldn't she be in a shadowed corner waiting to pop out and stab someone?" Cassidy glared at the Lycan. "Am I too distracting, My Lord, or are you just a fumbling idiot this morning?" Laughter echoed in the yard and Derek colored hotly. He stomped over to her, "If you're going to be in the training yard, let's see some training then." He returned her glare. "Unless, of course, you're only useful on your back."

Even if they would still respond if the master only used their energy. Rion's sword was named Zephyr. The 'gentle breeze', even though the attack was not anything gentle at all. It was always deadly, but with the minimum wound. This is how Rion could show a little compassion to those who fell as his enemies. A quick, merciful death.

She gasped out in pain and soon I lost awareness of what I was doing. Camille's loud screams brought me back to reality and then I let go of her wrist which was pale white. She crawled away from me, gripping her wounded wrist. "What the hell, Blade!!!" "I'm sorry." I said, confused. "So what am I, Camille?" She rose up and washed her wrist under the tap and then injected herself with sowmthign before returning to the mat. "Am I a Vampire?" I asked, terrified. She laughed. "No, Blade. You're a wolf but not an ordinary one."

He approached it and began scrutinizing it with intense looks that quickly morphed into admiration and amazement. "I looked up to your father as a mentor. He used to teach me swordsmanship when I was a child, and I learned everything I know about swordsmanship from him." //////////////////............... (Kishami was hunting for his sword in the palace.) He had left it in the banquet hall, but when he returned, he couldn't spot it. He entered the palace garden and discovered young Drom, who was playing with his sword in the open field.) Kishami stood there and watched Drom try to swing his sword, entertained.

Amaris “Ugh,” I groan as I land on the dark gray mat covering the floor of the gym within the training grounds. “Come on, Princess,” Zach goads, knowing that I absolutely hate that nickname. “If you can’t stay on your feet while fighting me, how do you plan to take on our enemies, or any other threat?” “Fuck you!” I snarl as I flip, landing back on my feet and immediately charging him, launching into a roundhouse kick, barely holding back a laugh as he drops to the floor with a groan of his own.