Absolute Sword Sense Novel Novels & Stories

Its owner and the weaver, Swift Indigo, was like a skilled seamstress, as her sword gently pushed towards Black Hand. Black Hand had a look of pure concentration on his face. His eyes were fully focused on the frame of Swift Indigo and her sword. The slender blade of her sword didn’t cause him to feel any comfort in any way. The blade was of a narrower width, but it didn’t destroy its imposing manner in any way. As the weapon approached him, he felt a chill fill his entire being. It wasn’t from fear, but the blade itself!

I felt a sense of familiarity and tried to ignore it. Suddenly, the water stopped. I felt something coming towards me but I quickly dogded it due to my sharp senses. Her bare physique was in front of me and I couldn't help but feel hot. I could feel my manhood getting hard freely and then I realized I was still Stark naked in her presence. A sword suddenly slashed me at my back. The same spot the dagger hit. It stung me immediately as I felt blood running down my back. I didn't care about my nakedness right now. I summoned my sword and it came to me immediately. I attacked her and she also came over with tons of ice needles at her beck and call. Just a flick of her hand and the ice needles c

I felt as if I’d stepped into another century. Caleb walked up beside me, and the two of us slowly looked around. A stillness hung in the air. “It’s here,” he said. “I can feel it,” he said. And for the first time, I could feel it, too. I noticed that I was beginning to sense things more strongly, and I could sense the sword’s presence here. It electrified me. I didn’t know what excited me more: that the sword was here, or that I could sense it on my own.

Hello, Future Generations. My name is Saber. I’m the current Queen-to-be of the Fox Skulk (Foxes have Skulks like wolves have packs). I understand if this is a new concept to you or if you think that this book you have found can’t be real. I mean, Fox Skulk? Fox Shifters? Magic? If you’re a normal human living your mundane life, I’m sorry, but I’m about to blow the lid off everything you know.

I need my sword. Reaching behind my back, I feel the cool, smooth texture of my marking shift beneath my fingers. There’s a brief moment where the ink pulses, almost as if it’s alive, before it solidifies into the hilt of my sword. I draw it out, feeling the familiar weight settle into my hand. The blade hums with energy, a glowing blue that pulses in time with my heartbeat. This sword is mine, a part of me, born of my blood and soul. Athena’s gift, forged from my very essence.

The figure burst into golden dust right away while I squat on the ground panting wild. I felt my heart beating hard against my sternum as I lowered the sword. Two of them have gone, finally. And I did it, alone. I couldn’t believe what I just did. A person who has never touched a sword in her life just fought like a pro. I glanced down at the sword in my trembling hand and saw it shining brightly under the sunlight. Only then did I realized how beautiful it looked. It was made of hard bronze with a sharp blade of course because what kind of blade can slash a spear into two? The handle had slight curvy designs on it, shells and fishes carved into it and a big ocean blue gem placed right at th

As soon as he walked out of the passage, everything was bright in front of him. In front of him, more than a dozen towering black mountains appeared. Their heavy auras were clearly visible, like more than a dozen huge ancient heavy swords. The heavy swords had no edge. At first glance, a force of suppression swept over, and there was a wisp of creepy sword Focus, which was released skillfully.

His speed and weapon does say it, but I know Zen knows that his dagger wouldn't really create an opening against a holy sword. In order to hide the vibe of that blessed sword Zen was using, I used Droon's ability to eat a part of it. The bald man was probably thinking that I would devour the spiritually of his sword so he didn't try to activate it, making Zen's sword's presence undetectable. Holy swords can always sense whenever a person or a thing have spirituality, that's what Professor James told us. Thanks to him I got an idea. The heretic tensed his forearm muscles and propelled his sword forward, thus, making Zen step back because of the sudden force. He had no choice but to back away

He no longer knew right from wrong, and worst of all, his one bite could make another just as mad as him. “Beasty, I would like that weapon now.” Sure, my precious master. Just channel me through your magic. I did as I was told and channelled Ambisose through my magic. A sword appeared in my mindscape—a deadly beauty in sight. Three feet long, basket-hilted with sapphires and emeralds on its hilt, a schiavona sword with sharp double-edged blades which had the deadly aura, but somehow it felt safe to me. I reached out to hold its hilt. A flash filled my mindscape, and everything went white as soon as I held the sword in my hand. I didn't even realise that I had completely shifted into my mind

The young lady eyes widened as she heard the voice then her eyes watered, the dark mist took a glimpsed at her before also staring to the figure coming with the sound of metal plates clanking against the ground with background roaring of thunder within the darkened skies above. “… Aje!” The young girl revealed. “Hmm.” Abbey focused on Aje. He felt his existence different from any other being he had encountered… He felt... absolutely... nothing… but a living suit of armor holding a large blackish shield with a large darkened sword without a single electric charge deduced from any of it.