Evil Swords 소설 & 이야기

“This is another trump card that I trained with. It was hard to train, but now it's finally obeying my commands." Moving faster than Asher expected for his petite student, Evelyn slammed the sword into Asher’s side. The Laera's hand to hand combat master cried out in pain. “This is a special sword, Master. It doesn’t just slice, it shreds. And it also absorbs some of your magic.” Evelyn swung again, throwing Asher into the air. "Screw this, Soph! I am not going to watch here anymore!" Jennifer shouted as she moved past Sophia. "Jenny!" Sophia called out.

Lucas glanced at the ugly creature before him faintly. The evil being chuckled. "That's right. I'm the Evil Mindset.' "Since you're the Evil Mindset, you should die." Subsequently, Lucas wielded his Immemorial Dragon Sword and swung it aggressively. A terrifying sword ray was instantly shot at the Evil Mindset. Swoosh!!! The Evil Mindset smiled coldly before disappearing from the scene. Lucas had not expected the Evil Mindset to have a trick up its sleeve and evade his sword attack. "Give up, human, you're not worthy of being my opponent!"

I saw Zen adjusted his posture and became more focused. "Ang isa sa kanila ay isang inscribed steel sword. Ito ay tinadtad ng Church of the Eternal Scorching Sun. Ito ay may kasamang nagpapadalisay at mga epekto. Ito ang kalaban ng Ghosts, Wraiths, Zombies, at iba pang undead na nilalang. Maaari pa rin itong gamitin sa loob ng tatlong taon. Siyempre, ang talas nito ay sapat na para makapatay." Ang boses ng babae ay nag-iba sa volume, isang malinaw na pagtatangka upang itago ang kanyang mga kasarian.

He had lost his everloving mind, she ascertained, and she was to be the target of Jason’s maniacal fantasies. He came at her with a knife, an evil gleam in his eyes.She twisted and turned, kicking her legs . Madchen managed to land a blow to Jason’s chest, enraging him, This earned her a fierce punch to the face. She felt the blood streaming from her nose, down her chin, dripping to the floor.

Cat followed to the landing, her vision still flickering between the physical world and the golden grid of the ley lines. Five men in tactical gear burst through the ruins of the window. They weren't normal soldiers. Their armor was etched with protective runes, and they carried silver-edged blades that hummed with a sickly green light. Elias met the first one mid-air. It was a display of beautiful, horrific violence. He didn't just punch; he dismantled. He caught a silver blade with his bare hand—the metal hissing against his skin—and snapped it like a dry twig before driving the jagged shard into the soldier’s throat.

Derek’s POV Elise lay on the long table where council judgments were usually passed, her body too still, too quiet. Blood had been washed from her skin, but I could still see it when I closed my eyes, how it had poured from her, how it had soaked my hands, how warm it had been while her breath grew shallow. The sword was no ordinary blade. Everyone knew it. The elders whispered it openly now, no longer hiding behind ritual or pride. A blade forged for war against beasts and traitors, enchanted to tear through flesh and spirit alike. A sword meant to kill quickly. Permanently.

Now that I'm a piece of trash, you can go be with him! The senior he mentioned was Eugene Lane, a guy I'd met in my club at college. There was nothing between us—we probably wouldn't even have become acquainted if not for an exhibition my club had organized. Liam had always been the only man I had eyes for, after all. When I returned to my senses, Liam had already locked the door and approached me with a knife. His expression was as twisted and ruthless as it had been in my past life. I backed away, forced to retreat to the balcony.

Brand's brother turned to him, seeking guidance, just as Brand became aware of the stickiness on his hand. He at first ignored it. He had been in too many bloody brawls in his lifetime for blood to bother him overmuch. But when his mate gasped and tensed in his arms, a wave of dread washed over him. He realized that the stickiness was not merely the expected aftermath of the fight but something far more sinister. His elskede, his alt, Ulfhild, was wounded.

That’s how he got the title bloody devil. “Arvan, send more of our men to the south side of the city. Both of us are enough here to deal with those useless dogs of Vordamorte’s. I don't know why those old dogs of my clan were so sure that these weaklings could kill me, lol.” Evan taunted while killing two more of his enemies with just one bullet. He took out his customized HK-416 assault rifle and started his devil mode.