You Have My Sword Novels & Stories

You know well that this word is not in my vocabulary. I hear the beep of the sliding door, a sign that Taylor has arrived. I continue my game with my new toy. I shoot both of his legs one by one because I don't want to kill him, not yet. I have time to have fun with him, so why rush? -Miss, what are you doing here?

But maybe… maybe I’ve stumbled onto one. And if that’s true? Then I’ve found my match. Because I’m not scared of a sword that bites. I crave it. A sword that pushes back… one that takes me apart as much as I take it apart… Heh. That’d be the only thing sharper than me. And gods help me, I want it.

When I turned my gaze back to the woman, I noticed she and Damon was gone. Gone to where? I don't know. The ground was transparent white and I could see my own reflection in it which got me startled like I was going to scream. A twine appeared from no where wrapping itself around my waist, tightly, but just when I was about to fight off the twine, a voice spoke in a loud tone and made me still, "Pick up that sword and cut it. All your prayers will be answered". After the words were said to me, a sword appeared and I hurriedly grabbed the sword to cut it off from my waist immediately. But on a second thought, I remembered Damon was still here, and I thought of bringing him alongside me.

He then continued, while thrusting his hand out to me. I looked at him really desperate and not knowing what to do. If I refused him all my people would die and if I accepted they would be slaves. I suddenly felt the golden sword vibrate a little while I was holding it. I then remembered what Brizzella the witch had told me when she summoned me. "This sword is a magical sword. Its powerful magic only works once for each queen. So when you are in need of its magical help you have to say these words." "Encanta Esperanto." I shouted two times causing the sword to glow.

My knife catches his blade. Metal rings through the forest. He is stronger than me. But I have something he doesn't. A reason to survive. My child. I twist his wrist. The sword drops. I kick him backward. Gold flashes across my fingers. The ground beneath him cracks. He stares at me in horror. "What are you?" I raise my chin. "Someone you should have left alone." I strike. He goes down. Then I hear Kael roar. I turn. Three warriors surround him.

Of course we could, but that’s not the plan. “Let me guess, Zeusy poo. Sent you to bring me in? Such a coward not doing it himself.” I say when he walks towards me with something in his hand. “I could kill you here, but he wants the honour himself.” He says and I chuckle, rolling my eyes. I open my hand and the sword materialises again. “Did you think I would go willingly? Where’s the fun in that? Tell that coward to come and get me himself.” I say as I step back from him.

"I have a very important matter that needs to be discussed with you" " What is it? ". " They know about the swords".She turned to me. "Who knows about the sword and how and there are two? ". "I can not tell you who they are. With time you will get to know. Yes there are two. The Sword of Sacrifice is the other one. One of your enemy's ancestors used to work for me. One of them deceived me so I banned them from coming on my land. If their ancestors had not served me so long I would have removed their existence by now" She was fuming by now as if remembering the incident has made her blood boil. She composed herself .

“And you shouldn’t believe everything you hear.” Something twists in my chest. Because I don’t believe him. Not fully. Not anymore. Before I can ask again, he reaches behind him and pulls something out. A wooden sword. Everything else disappears. “My—mine?” I grab it before he even finishes speaking, my fingers tracing the smooth wood, the perfect weight. “It’s yours.” My heart races. It feels right in my hand. Like it belongs there. “When you’re fifteen,” he says, watching me carefully now, “I’ll take you somewhere. You’ll meet people who will follow you.”

“That’s not how it works.” I stepped up to him, hardly able to contain myself. “Just fucking do it.” He didn’t move. His face showed no signs of caring about my demands. Until, that is, he felt the sword poking him in the stomach. Wait. Sword? Where did I get a sword? I was wondering that myself, but I definitely had a sword in my hand. It was Grayson’s, and I had taken it from its scabbard without him realising. And without me realising either.

Though I’m still angry at Shelby, I just can’t do it. As I accept my fate though, Shelby surprises me by kneeling in front of me. “What’s going on?” I ask, completely baffled. “This sword is yours,” Shelby says. “You deserve it. You’ve earned it.” “What do you mean?” I counter. “You were the one who was able to lift the sword out of the rock, not me. Clearly, the sword belongs to you.” At that though, Shelby disappears. The sword clatters on the stone. I pick it up.