Wolf Swordgrass Novels & Stories

With the remaining strength of the swordsman, the giant demon finally succeeded in being sealed and turned into a sword with a terrible aura. The sword was locked up and hidden in a mountain in the middle of the desert of death. The desert was so hot that no one could live in it. However, the swordsman and his descendants live and continue to grow under the foot of the mountain. To guard and protect that dangerous sword from the hands of people who are greedy for power. after that great event, the world became more peaceful and serene. The story of the battle of the king who turned into a dragon demon against a swordsman, was immortalized by people into a legend and a story that continues to

I saw that the one who hit me smirk, yet I shouldn't panic, Because I know that my wound would heal faster, And after a minute of fighting back with wolves, I notice that the wounds weren't healing, What the… “You already notice that your wound was not healing right, Well I tell you my secret. Our sword has a special medicine that a witch made every special creature wouldn't escape through this. Because it has a kinda poison” The wolf said, his Alpha was already gone. I guess he was now in my room. Yet the sword that they think it is, was a big lie cause the sword was on my hand.

I took a deep breath and continued, “But I do have one favor to ask. Can I please have some wolfsbane?” She looked back up, meeting my eyes, studying me, and cocking her head to the side. While she was human, Hugo told me that she knew about our kind. He and my mom were not the only werewolves she employed. “What do you need wolfsbane for?” “It’s personal.” I wasn’t telling her shit. “What form do you want it in?” “What forms does it come in?” “The two most common are dehydrated and a concentrated liquid—usually we sell the liquid form in darts.”

In the collection we use for tinctures. - It's all? - In what sense - everything? She looked at him in surprise. - In direct. Is that all you know about this herb? "No," she replied with a more confident look. Did he decide to test me? Am I getting paid for nothing? - The herb has a wide spectrum of action: it dilates blood vessels, increases muscle tone, excites the nervous system, and in combination with other herbs it is used by werewolves as a powerful energy drink. The herb also has antiparasitic, analgesic, antifungal, choleretic, diuretic effects.

Lino's groan had her head snapping left and she dropped the sword, letting it clatter to the ground. "Lino," she rasped, falling on her knees beside him. "Lino...does it hurt?" She took his hand from his torso and she saw that the wound was not closing up yet. It had not healed in any way. Blood poured out of it and Lino's lips had turned pale. "The sword," he began, coughing. "I think they laced it with wolfsbane." She glanced closer at the wound. It was turning an odd shade of purple. Wolfsbane. She knew little to nothing about the herbs to place atop it.

, tall and muscular, hair falling to his forehead. He reaches back to clear the hair from his forehead, and it just falls back into place. His eyes are silver with speaks of black, and his lips are moist. My goodness, he looks amazing and smells even better. I snap out of my trance when he grabs my arm to pull me in for a hug. I quickly tug away, remembering how things left off. “ get off of me. What are you doing here? I snap at him, “ Arron “ I’m sorry I hurt you. How I left things was not right, Lena. You have to believe me, “ I begin to cut him off. “ I don’t have to believe anything, Arron. What game are you playing with me? You ignored me and pushed me to the side like I was nothing. I

Eryndor's Shadowing dagger seemed to dance in the moonlight, its dark blade slicing through the air with a haunting screee-ksss. Each strike landed with a thud-thwack-thoom, sending tremors through the troop's warriors. The troop's hearts raced as the violent zing-ting-zap of clashing daggers filled the field. The savages of warriors, fueled by fury and loyalty, clashed in a frenzy of arms and teeth. The ground grew slick with blood, the earthy smell mingling with the metallic tang of steel. Jack Wolf stood firm, his Moon-whisper spear shining with a soft, ethereal light. He parried Eryndor's strikes with a precision born of desperation, his movements a blur of speed and strength.

She took a deep breath and opened it gently. Inside the box laid an ornate weapon, no longer than five feet. From a quick look, Cassana could tell the handle was made of obsidian. A fine carving of wreathe with the shape of willow leaves twisted around the handle up to its arms. The upper and lower limbs, made of either holly or cedar, extended out from the handle to form an exquisite symmetrical arc that curved on its ends. A string made of sinew fiber stretched from one groove to the other, pulling the wood into shape, while seemingly emanating an ineffable hum.