Wolf Swordgrass Novels & Stories

The leather wrapping on the hilt was worn glossy. The sword was here. The man was not. The grey wolf lay on the stone floor at the corridor's end. It heard her footsteps. Its ears twitched. It did not lift its head. Its tail swept twice across the floor. Confirming it was her. Confirming she was still awake. She stood beside the sword for a moment. The night wind blew in from the pine forest. It carried the bitter scent of resin. And the distant burnt aroma of a campfire. Rex's wildfire pheromones still clung to the hilt. Ground into it from years of gripping. Mingled with the smells of leather and rust. Like a banked fire pressed down to embers but never extinguished.

The crowd could feel that the heat and cold had collided while looking at the swords on the stage. “Let me introduce to you the Blaze Wild Sword and the Deadly Glaze Sword. Blaze Wild Sword is a must be suggested for the people who had fire attributes and were accustomed to fire. The Deadly Glaze Sword is for the people who had Ice attributes. These swords are made by a Grade 5 Novice Armament Master.” Lark Oz said while showing them the swords that Luna had made.

The master officiating the match called for it to begin. Immediately Nila sprung from a ready stance into Sparrow Through The Brush, she flitted back and forth stabbing with her thin rapier. Fur blocked each stab with Falcon On The Wind, a form normally used for fighting an opponent using a sword with a single edge. He struck back with Tiger Jumps Its Prey, a huge over hand blow that Nila side-stepped. That move would have sheared her and her thin blade completely in half. Nila was wide eyed now, she was completely out classed and she knew it. The fear left her eyes again, replaced by resolve and anger. Boro's fear only increased.

Yaslyn looked at the overgrown weeds and swallowed hard. "What's so good about this?" asked Xoan. Yaslyn was about to reply when she sneezed loudly. "I told you, isn't it cold? Roaming around in December's weather suits you." Xoan always spoke indifferently, but Yaslyn had long been accustomed to it. She examined the withered plants in the yard and suddenly exclaimed excitedly, "That's wheatgrass!" "What wheatgrass?" "Wheatgrass. It's a medicinal ingredient that can strengthen the body after consumption."

he answered honestly. Luis stroked his son's hair because was pleased to hear his answer. "And the name of this flower is Calendula when you grow up maybe you can find out for yourself all things related to the flower," he continued reassuring his son. Troye nodded again. "Then what is the purpose of you bringing me here? Does it have something to do with the Calendula flower?" he replied curiously, because still curious about his father's statement.

I looked up. The burly warrior smirked down at me and “helpfully” kicked the sword a few paces away—straight into a low patch of pale green weeds growing by the yard’s edge. I knew that smell before my lungs even dragged it in. Wolfsbane. “Don’t—” I started, but my hand was already reaching. My fingers closed around the hilt. My knuckles brushed the delicate, deceptive leaves. Fire flared across the back of my hand. I hissed, jerking back on instinct. The wooden blade came with me, trailing a few crushed stems.

It was an extremely weak plant that looked very ordinary, but it was able to burst out with a bladed energy power that wasn't as strong as an all-out attack from an Alchemy cultivator. This seemingly ordinary grass was even more terrifying and domineering than the Five Sword Grass. "I didn't expect it to be this thing. It's very good for martial artists who cultivate sword skills. It can even be used to refine long swords. If worn for a long time, it can improve their own comprehension of sword Focus." Zephyr Khan's eyes glitter. He has been betting on this small grass. "This guy has always been very rude to me. In that case, I don't mind making him even more embarrassed."

She was pinned to the ground. Serra slashed her sword on the grasses, cutting some of it, but more and more keeps growing, replacing the others. She could hear the wolf in the distance, sounding amused at its trapped prey. She slashed again and again, cutting the grasses, sending pieces of leaves and stems into the air like she's cutting a hair.

My heart races hearing him calling me Bloodwrath instead of Holmes, albeit I always knew his name would become be mine eventually, I just didn’t expect it yet. “I Alpha Raven Bloodwrath, swear on my honor to lead Wolf Creek forward protecting my people, providing for them, and giving them a bright future where our community can thrive and grow,” I confidently speak loud and clear feeling everyone watching me. “Alpha Raven Bloodwrath, I present you with the new alpha sword of Wolf Creek; a Dao custom forged for you. Wolf Creek, I give you your Alpha,” Osric announces while holding the sword level in front showing off the engravings in the shapes of Norse knots and a raven with the full moon.

Smells like wet wolf in here. Then I heard another eerie painful groan. I forced myself to step further down and gave the door behind me one last look, making sure it’s wide opened, just in case i need to run out of this creepy place. My mouth fell to the floor when i saw cages all over the room, most of them empty. But there is one that’s occupied with a naked chained man who is laying on the floor. “The intruder!” I thought to myself. His head is down as his body slightly shakes from the pain. I took another step closer and noticed the silver chains around his torso, ankles, arms, and neck. It clears what’s causing him to be this tortured. Silver is one of the few weaknesses of werewolves.