Yami's Sword Novels & Stories

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.

He made a mental note of reporting this case to his father. Inside, Amaryah marveled at the wonders of the many treasures displayed on the tables and shelves, possibly from mysterious places she has not even ventured yet. Such as that one glimmering sword atop an elegant looking case. It was unsheathed, so the sparkling blade reflected her. She could see her high ponytail, her cheekbones, and her pinkish lips. Most importantly, she could clearly see the interest brewing in her eyes when she heard a voice from her back. “You have a good eye, milady. This is one of our rarest treasures.”

"What the- what is this?" Minos yelled. He looked over to Rei, whose hands were now holding on to the handle of the sword hanging on his belt. "Hold it." Cassana snapped. A faint yellow light now emanates from the gem. A floating luminous circle, humming and riddled with runes, was hovering above it. The same identical circle was also wrapped around Rei's right arm. As Cassana pulled the staff lower, the circle around Rei became tighter. "A sorcerer!" Minos, again stating the obvious.

I say showing the rainbow of colours in my eyes and raising ice spikes all around us blocking everyone out except me, Kane and Damon, Kane starts to circle the arena growling. “Don’t stop! Kill them all.” Damon commands his warriors. He takes his swords out and readies himself to fight me. I laugh inwardly, sword fighting is a thing of the past for most warriors but where I come from it is a necessity, you’re not a warrior until you learn to master sword fighting. I draw my sword handed down to me as the new Queen, it has Norse symbols etched into it made of silver and cuts through diamonds like butter. The second I raise my sword Damon attacks, sparks fly as they connect.

She didn't even glance at the sword, merely raised her slender hand and tapped the blade lightly with her jade-like finger, as if it were nothing. "Ding." A crisp sound, like jade striking jade, rang out across the arena. Isaiah felt an overwhelming, irresistible force surge from the sword, making his palm ache violently. The sword nearly flew from his grip. He staggered back several steps, his face pale as he looked at Amelia, his eyes full of disbelief.

Emris pulled his fist out of the broken mirror with a bitter scoff. "You had us all completely fooled." "I'm not your enemy, Emris." Faye sighed. " I'll be the judge of that. And right now, I see no reason to believe a word you say." "Fine, then I'll give you a reason to." Faye shrugged. "George Halter, he's the warrior commander here right?" "How do you know that?" "I'm from the Blood Shield Pack, remember? The one with the Aster family. I know some things that'll greatly benefit the Lycan race -starting with the traitors amongst you."

I gave him some time to answer but when he did not, I carried on “If I share what I have with you, do you at least promise to not see me as a clown who just wants to waste your time?” King Xanthanius then leans on the table, his back to the outside door while his torso was turned in my direction “very well” I took a deep breath and released it before I spoke. “I think that sword belonged to your father. An information you might already know” “Yes. It was made on request for him” he replied. He was admitting. This could lead somewhere. “I knew this because of a dream” “A dream?” Now there’s the awkward stare. “Yes, a dream. Ever since the night the castle and I were attacked, I started having

He walked towards me, grabs me by the arm and hugged me tightly. “Destiny, please come back” I heard him crying. “Hikaru…” I returned his hug and rest my head on his shoulder. As he wipes his tears from his face, he apologizes. He sat down again, his head was looking at the ground. “You’ve inherited Destiny’s sword, might as well have her throne.” “NO” I shortly replied, he looked at me. “And never ever!” an angry voice was heard. Hikaru stood up in surprise, I was still holding the sword. On the staircase stands, Aiomi.