You Have My Sword Novels & Stories

The little crowd that consisted of my known trio, had a fourth character that looked nothing less than a thug. " Who are you and what... " My mouth dropped open and lost all possible words that were coming out of it as he produced the shining, bright, sun sword. The sword that I was thinking of a few moments ago. I snatched it from his grip with a mixture of awe, disgust and excitement.

Boro stood and slammed his right fist into his left palm and pressed them to his chest, saluting his new Lord. With a audible sigh of relief Lord Jetir nodded to Boro acknowledging his deference and then stood up and walked around the table. He streched out his hand, and motioned for Boro to hand him his blade. He drew his sword from it's scabbard, the sound it made was like the sound of city bells chiming for the first morning hour, a single clear Sssshhrrunngg, and offered him the sword hilt first.

Despite the bitterness and pain that my heart feels, I will not back down like that. I will continue my intention and determination, until it is done well. "Then where can I get that sword?" I asked while wiping the tears that kept falling. "I don't know, miss. The only one who knows now… is Miss Kimi.” Trudy answered slowly. Then I moved my feet immediately to walk towards Kimi, my aunt. When I returned to the vestibule, I saw that he was no longer there. There was only the sheath of the sword lying on the table.

The blade gleamed with a brilliant silver light, its edge shimmering with a promise of sharpness. The blood sword! I exclaimed internally, astonished by the fact that I had successfully conjured the legendary weapon known to be wielded by a valiant warrior from Cairos—a neighboring nation to Springgan. Apollo had shared stories about it, expressing his dream to create such a weapon one day. Empowered by the gauntlet, I held the blood sword with ease. The blade's edge gleamed, a testament to its lethal potential. Just as the icy shield surrounding me shattered, the dominus seized the opportunity to consume me. Its jaws opened wide as it lunged towards me. Reacting swiftly, I positioned the sw

I paused, throat bobbing as clutched my mate in my arms. “You look surprised,” he sneered, his glowing eyes locking onto mine. “Did you think I’d fall so easily? I am not easily killed.” I clenched my fists as I passed Aurora to her mother again. The silver sword in my sheath was begging for me to bring it out now. It was the only thing that could ever kill a hybrid. I stepped forward, towards him, bringing out my sword from my sheath. “Your reign ends tonight,” I said firmly.

Black-haired smirked at me before he left my sight after taking a right turn. Thrill rushed through me. It climbed on the spine, reaching my brain. Ah, so familiar and nostalgic. I gripped for my sword harder, eagerly excited to pull the blade out and to make it of use. From my mouth is but one word, “...Begins.”

I will start from somewhere, have my own sword forged at the armory. “You messed with the wrong one, Cahir” I say to myself, “big time”

"I guess the king does not enjoy seeing his subjects suffer." "We don't mind," Jase replied, a genuine smile adorning his face. "If you want to join us, who am I to stop you?" "You can't," I mumbled before he snatched the sword beside the defeated hunter and tossed it towards me. "Thank you," I said, catching the sword with a firm grip and feeling its weight in my hand. I took a deep breath, readying myself for battle, and dashed forward. The fighting was fierce, the clash of swords and the screams of the wounded filling the air.

"Duck! said the count at last whirlwinds in a deadly circle as a master swordsman, you should know for the second time that you were killed next to that titan ...!" "And I know in my turn that I would have been spared only with death by the calf's breath, come on, friend, you still crave me for a duel with parries and squabbles, I have my master, a worthy son of a gunsmith came from Marseilles, which honors the goblets, but also with the sword, and the most poisonous he does with death!"

Ken's voice sounded behind me, mockery dripping in his voice. I rolled my eyes. Lans laid his hand on my shoulder and squeezed. “Man, you better have Alpha blood running through your veins!” He whispered and I chuckled. “Threatening me now?” I looked behind my shoulder and I did not miss the concern in his eyes. I sighed, walking closer to the box. The glowing sword was truly calling me. It was reaching out to me or so I felt. I stretched my hand, extending toward it until my finger grazed the metallic surface.