You Have My Sword Novels & Stories

Your mother was over the moon when she gave birth to you no matter how hard it is. Please take care of your mother for me. You were only fifteen when I wrote this letter. But this is the right time that put it in the box. You own every asset that Renzo owns. You are the leader of this land as well. The reason that you might have smelled different species in this sword is because their souls were trapped in it. You will only wield it if any King of each realm goes mad. You will only wield it if it glows in red. The sword will point out the person that needs it to kill.

The royal sacred sword that killed me. My chest started to feel heavy, my mouth drops and my eyes were fixed on the sword. It feels as if I couldn’t breathe. The tightness in my chest worsen. I wasn’t going to fight Logan I was ready to fight him and end this but I never thought I would see that sword with him. My legs retreated a few steps. Logan caught my stare on the sword. “Oh, this. It’s a beautiful sword, isn’t it? I found it here in the palace.” He chuckled as if he had no clue what damage the sword could cost.

’ The voice sang my name melodically, only making it sound more menacing. “There it is again.” We all looked around, but none of us could spot a single thing. That was us until Andy gasped. We turned, following her gaze to the gold sword my father had given me. I hadn’t taken it out of the shadows, but there it was. The pearls we had added to it glistened in the red light of the moon. ‘Come get me, Ares’ the voice sang with a laugh, taunting me. Nova’s hand stretched out toward the sword.

I ask him, my eyebrow cocked uo to my hair line as I pull myself back onto my feet. He bends and picks my sword up from the ground before handing it to me. “You may keep the sword. Its yours.” He says without answering my question. “Who’s was it before?” I ask, not able to help the curiosity seep through. Reaching out and taking to sword in my grasp. Not missing the tingling sensation that moves through my hand as my fingers brush along Lysander’s.

I sound irrational, but I'm done with the cryptic crap. Just as I'm about to continue my angry rant, I start to feel tingly all over. Not the tingling when Wyatt and I touch. This is almost like my body has become an electric current. When I look down, I see I'm holding a sword. Where did that come from? I prefer blades over other weapons because I feel I have more control, but I've never seen this one. It's gold with a red handle. When I move it, I notice something strange at the end. Turning away from the others, I point the sword in front of me and almost drop it when a flame shoots out but stops before it touches anything.

“Still got it old man.” “Don’t old man me, I trained you, didn’t I?” I retort back. “Yes, but I tidied up the loose ends.” Kit mutters out under his breath. “Fucking prick.” I grunt out at Kit, throwing the sword in the air for him to catch. He doesn’t need me to tell him what to try, he just does it. He uses the sword to try and slice the keypad off the

He responded, climbing the three stairs of the porch. I followed him with my eyes, unable to hide my smile. His positive mood was spreading like a ray of sun after a rainy day. My soul needed to feel excited and happy and Matt never disappointed me. Since I could walk, I was used to seeing him as the fun and cheerful friend, living next door. It was never boring. “This one is for you.” Matt pushed one of the mugs in my hands when he was before me. “For me? How would you know that I needed it?” I bit my lip to prevent my smile from spreading across my face.

As I step toward the chamber’s heavy door, I feel the old Carol die away. In her place rises something harder, sharper, and ready to fight. I am no longer a pawn. I am the sword.

Every step I take feels like reclaiming a piece of myself. “You should’ve killed me when you had the chance,” I say softly. She laughs weakly, her voice breaking. “You think… you can stop what I’ve built?” “I’m not here to stop it,” I whisper. “I’m here to end it.” I reach for the sword at Gunner’s belt. He doesn’t resist; he simply bows his head, offering it without a word. The blade feels heavy, familiar. My hand remembers the weight. Selena tries to rise, her body trembling violently. “You owe me—”

I say pointing to the blood bags in the garbage bin. His eyes widen at all the blood bags and I chuckle, “They aren’t all mine sheesh, Zane fed to.” “Right ok, here’s your sword.” He hands me my sword and I fasten it on my back then fix my guns in my holster. The siren warning intruders goes off and we make eye contact. “It’s time.”