You Have My Sword Novels & Stories

I so badly wanted to peek but I couldn't go against my mate's wishes. "You can open them now." She said and I did. She stood before me, the robe still around my body which made me raise my brows but in her hand she held a sword with a magnificent sheath, "I got this for you." She smiled nervously as she thrusted it towards me.

he shrugged. I chuckled and walked towards a wooden sword I had picked somewhere—can't remember where though but it laid around carelessly on the ground. “You always like to show up like this… when I least expect.” I said, picking up the sword. “I know, right?” he said, stepping closer. “How can I stop? You always look like you need someone around you. Even when you don’t say it.” he muttered. There was a beat of silence. I chewed on his words for a while...

Kai said to me. I looked at Ares. "Give me that sword, Ares." "No." I took a step towards him and leaned closer to him until I could feel his warm breath on my lips. I could feel the eyes poking me. The guys had all gone quiet and now they were watching the drama unfold in front of them. They were always surprised when I antagonize their Alpha. "If you let the sword go, it belongs to me, okay?" "What are you babbling about? I don't-"

He uttered. ...Suit yourself, then. I had my fill of curiosity. When I turn to the Black Sword, I saw August attempting to take it. "Cut it out!" I told August. I slapped his hands away before they entered the gravity field. "B-But, this sword… It's too alluring…!" August mumbled. "It's mine," I told August. "Where? I can't see your name." "Fine, go on.” I said to him. “Go take it then. I wish your hands would still be usable just like Blaze."

"So you can rub it in my face that you figured my plans out." "You don't believe me?" he asked, his tone flat. I didn't respond. I just glared at him, pouring all my hatred and frustration into that single, searing look. "Look—I wanted to make sure it was easier for you. So I got a nice sword for you to use. You can check beside my mother's grave. Go take it. A gun won't separate my head from my neck." I smirked, my blood boiling. "Let's see about that."

"They found him. So, mourn that hour and go back to being you. We need that warrior now, my lady." "Mistress of yours?" I ask incredulously. "You're mine, baby. No one has the right to kill you, not even you, do you understand?" asks Esteban taking my chin and I nod. "I understand." I mumble then cry for as long as I have to let it all out.

The Silver Sword shines so brightly that it reflects in the rooms The old men didn't know what could reflect so brightly like that, they came out and saw what was going on They were shocked to the bone, Gavin had to rub his eyes to be sure he wasn't seeing double Jonas already knew what was going on cause it is said that something like this would happen Lamia held the sword up high and was examining it Uncle it's a silver sword! he shouted out to them Yes my boy and it belongs to your grandfather, your father uses it in battle till the day he died Jonas said

It seems like the table was made for the box. I stood beside him and watched him open the box and as soon as he did my eyes sparkled by the shine of a silver sword. "Amazing," I said and looked at the sword with sparkles dancing in my eyes. He grabbed the sword and turned towards me. "You see this sword was specially made for you by our father." He said and my eyes widened. He forwards it to me and I gently grab it in my hands. "Will you wield it?" He asked and I looked up at him with a smile on my face as I caressed the sharp sword with my fingertips.

Because deep down, I knew she was right. Then her tone changed slightly. “But how will you fight what is coming to this pack?” The smile on my face disappeared. I frowned. “What do you mean?” “It’s close.” A cold feeling settled in my chest. “What is?” “The danger.” Silence filled the room again. Then she continued. “It’s only that sword that can stop them.” My brows pulled together immediately. “The golden sword?” “Yes.” My heart tightened. “But it’s not with me.” “And you are locked in here.”