You Have My Sword Mga Nobela at Kwento

Theo walked out of the blacksmith shop shouting," Thank you, old man jiang" Hearing Theo word he muttered to himself," what a fool, boy" Actually who knows, what kind of sword is that.....nobody knows only destiny will tell.

NO ONE TOUCHES MY MATE! Anger and protectiveness flood my senses and I nearly lose it! Stop! Focus!!! A familiar voice brings me back to reality as I feel myself getting thrown. Quickly I twist my body and land on my feet before I go to attack again. Use her fang!!! My eyes widened as I recognized that voice. I didn’t know he had passed. His words hit me all of a sudden! Of course! Her holy fang... the sword.... ITS BLESSED SILVER!!! As I shifted back, I drew my sword.

Did he not know that this fight was about the girl? I let out a rabid roar as I walked toward him, sliding the sword out of its scabbard. I swung it at him quickly, backing him up against the wall. When his back hit it, I thrust the tip of the blade into the wall before moving the hilt to the left to press the sword against his throat. I bared my teeth at him as I glared at it. “YOU CANNOT HAVE THE GIRL!” I yelled. “SHE IS MINE! MINE! NOT YOURS!”

"I don't know how I got in" "It means the sword wants to be claimed by you",said Mick, surprised "No!",shouted Scarlett. "I am the ruler of Helmfirth. I am going to claim that sword!" "It doesn't work like that my queen",said Mick, but Scarlett threw punches at the invisible barrier that Zane had already crossed. It didn't budge. "Zane!",said Scarlett. "I gave you a chance here. Do not make me regret it" "Scarlett. I'm not betraying you! When I get the sword, I'll come here and hand it over to you!", said Zane Scarlett nodded and Zane went inside

"Take this and go." Confusion flaring, I look down and take in the small dagger that rests in my hand. "The anima sword," I gasp. "Of course," he smirks. "Now go and do us all proud." "Right." Nodding, I get to my feet and look around myself once more for assurance that everything is under control. After I was sure they had it here, I turned to Fineon and fixed my face with a determined look. ‘It’s time,’ he announces, echoing my thoughts. ‘Let’s finish this.’

He smiled at me and rushed to get me but I opened the door immediately and used the door to hit his face and he screamed out loud. "You bitch! Don't let me get you because when I do, I am going to shoot you in those legs of yours. I promise you. Don't let me get you." I could hear his voice while running down the hallway. Then I heard some voices. "We need to get that sword of hers. I heard it is one of a kind. No one has it but only her. Imagine if we get it in our possession. How sweet would that be? We will be able to rule the world." I heard one of them say.

This must be his glorious chamber. ...[take it]... “But I don't know how to wield a sword.” “My Queen?” The guards wait outside the room, peering in curiously as they wonder who it is I am talking to. ...[take the sword. it is your only chance at killing Sin]... “Killing Sin?” My eyes widen at the voice in my head. “Is everything okay?” One of the guards ask.

“For the Goddess.” I hold his gaze as my powers tremble, reaching for the sword. I fight the urge to gasp as my shadows start to seep into the onyx sword, igniting the gems to the point they glow. “Rise, Kenna,” Grandpa says with a smile I’ve only seen a few times in my life. I do. I rise, and Dad kneels, extending his sword to me. “But–” “It’s yours,” he says, smiling. “Take it.”

A hiss comes from the mouth of tall man. I take off my white blazer that I wore, then throw it away carelessly. Then, my hand grabs a pair of sword of mine from the back. “Let’s start our game.” - Perfect Mate -

As the second became aware of what was happening, they roared in response and are ready to onslaught. “Kill her! Don’t let her get away!” I spin my sword gracefully in my fingers, admiring how the light from the setting fire reflects off the shiny steel before finally pointing the tip of it towards them. I can feel a heavy burst of energy emanating from me as I hold my blade firmly in front of me with determined confidence. It feels like a powerful symbol of strength and courage, one that I am proud to bear as a shield against any obstacles that may come my way. This sword has seen plenty of battles before.