Absolute Sword Sense Novel Novels & Stories

Their words made me angrier as I pulled harder on the ropes, the strange feeling getting more intense. Nyx Sneered. My body began changing my senses getting shaper, and my vision blurred. I was transforming. The ropes cut off of me, I landed on the ground as I transformed. I howled, calling out for Sage hoping the distance wouldn’t stop him from hearing me. Xavier stepped back, surprised and I launched to him, teeth bared. We fought hard. I bit his arm, but he shook me off. Just when I thought I was winning, Xavier pushed me back harder till I landed on the ground heating my head.

Anson's hand stretched out like an eagle's talon and reached for the back of Sean's neck. But at that moment, Sean's pupils suddenly constricted! He turned abruptly and pointed two fingers at Anson, stabbing him! The tips of his fingers were bleeding, and as Anson watched, the wounds widened and copious amounts of blood poured out and formed a sword made entirely out of blood, which was aimed straight at Anson's throat! "What?" Anson's pupils constricted. He had never imagined that Sean would have such a powerful move! He immediately activated his vital energy in defense and raised his palms to block the sword of blood.

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.

Their focus is razor-sharp, the tension palpable. Kayden pulls on his leather chest plate, cinching the laces with meticulous care. Jayden, in turn, sharpens a broadsword, each stroke a whisper promising vengeance. As for me, I tighten the straps of my lightweight armour, feeling the cool touch of metal against my skin, a comforting shield against the storm of emotions raging within me.

The snowflakes particles were distracting his attention from what he was reading, when all of a sudden, he sensed an alien presence. A dark shadow untimely crossed through his back, stirring up his defense mechanisms and forcing him to quickly unsheathe his double edged sword, to counter the attack. His pupil turned white; a defensive reaction he experienced whenever he sensed danger. It turned a few shades more lighter than his blonde rough hair. Holding on to his sword, his feet balanced inside the thick glacial deposits, as he positioned his legs against the two fragmented rocks on the cliff.

One could say he did not need any effort to defeat the opponent. They were stunned when they saw Eunus, Lifeless Three Thousand Swords, launch his attack. Chase sensed something extraordinary about this person, which was why he agreed to the fight. He did not expect this delightful surprise. However, it was just a mere surprise. Chase's swordsmanship had improved by now. He had previously picked up the Sword Manual completely. After that, he obtained the Universal Sword Sect's Universal Sword Guide. It was a supreme guide that contained the Space Order of the Path.

James was incredulous. Blakeney nodded in confirmation. “One and the same. They will now be yours for as long as you need them.” James breathed deeply, taking in the cool, dank air, and reached a hand to the glass door. It opened, and, with his hand shaking, he grasped the handle of the sword. As soon as his skin came into contact with the divine metal, his nerve endings fired, an intense energy flashed through his body, and his veins surged with adrenaline. His breath quickened, and the pupils of his eyes dilated, allowing more light in and a sharper image of the room to come into focus. It was like his mind and body had prepared for battle.

“She’s inside and there is another man!” “Wait here.” Omar replied, helping the she-wolf to rest against the only wall not covered in blood. Omar moved calmly, pulling a hunting knife from his coat pocket. The way the blade winked wickedly in the pale light sent a chill down Chloe’s spine. She decided there and then she had seen enough of weapons and murder today and turned away from the door, gulping in air. Her throat burned and the bitter taste of bile still haunted Chloe’s mouth. Above her the clouds were breaking and golden sunlight was now filtering through, casting long shadows between the trees. It was too beautiful for the gruesome scene.

The sword in Jenson's hand was a purple-tier weapon. Tyson had no idea that the golden sword in Prince Auten's hand had been condensed by divine power. Buzz! Prince Auten dashed forward, a terrifying aura bursting from his body, fighting fiercely with Jenson in mid-air. They saw figures from both sides flying back and forth in mid-air and could hear weapons colliding. Clang! In just a few seconds, a sound of vibration was heard, and Jenson was forced to retreat. On the other hand, Prince Auten was as serene as a mountain.

The warm feeling I felt whilst watching him only moments ago quickly disappeared as it dawned on me that maybe, just maybe I was in over my head. I eyed him warily. Lifting the sword up shuffling it in my grasp until I good a good hold on it. It was not the first sword I have held, far from it, but this felt different. It was heavy, too heavy. I had only been holding it for a few seconds and I could already feel the burn of holding it up through my biceps. It radiated power. An intricate swirling design had been etched along the blade, reminiscent of the pattern that now covered my body.