Aemond Targaryen Sword Novels & Stories

she said, tightening her grip on the sword, her breath ragged. Drakoen smile. He proceeded to release dark shadows from his hand, summoning a weapon forged in the abyss. A black medium sword. Black smoke was emitting from it and the unbearable stench of rotting flesh and blood. Mercedes didn't let that bother her. She had to stay focused on her enemy, not let him get the chance to strike her. Mercedes narrowed her eyes at Drakoen, clasping her sword with both hands.

My fingers are on my chin as I crouched and looked at it. The cover or the sheath was silver with a few pints of gold, I don't understand the engravings etched on it. Because of my curiosity, I held it and released it from its sheath. Unlike other sword, its blade was bluish and silver, the handle was wood in color and the cover was glass. It was not as heavy as it look. I lifted it up and swayed it... Imagining I was a samurai fighting some bad guys. I chuckled.

’ everybody assumed impatiently. Tension of the crowd was aroused in alarm, their hearts raced with unwelcoming anticipation. Finally, a figure emerged from the huge waves as a victor, the sword of Eryndor– Eryndor, exhausted but triumphant, his Conch shell still clutched in his hand.

Finding Edmund in the melee of war is not difficult. The blonde man rode a giant Ogre who knew exactly where the king wanted to go. Several times the green creature complained of pain from the attacks of the knights, trying to retaliate with a giant gadha blow or Edmund's silver sword that pierced the cavity in the iron helmet, then knocked the knights into a pile of smoking cans. Wiggy on the other hand was ready with his golden sword, as soon as the iron helmet hood was attached he spun Vesta's leash—the name that had just been given to the horse.

The Tian Que Sword was pressing on that young man's throat, almost cutting it. This enormous long sword was forged from the special bones of giant beasts, to complement his White Yin Gibbon's power when he executed the Human King Transformation. Although the sword had never been whetted, it still looked bloodcurdling and creepy. Threatened by such a burly ferocious man, the purple-armored young man was scared out of his wits and did not dare resist. In the end, he handed over all the storage devices on him, like an obedient boy.

Now just inches from him, I could see the sweat still running down his chest, the way the veins traced over his arms. I wasn’t expecting this side of Aegon. The rawness. The intensity. He had always felt so... put-together. I caught myself whispering, “So he’s been hiding behind those baggy clothes all this time…” “Back to earth,” he said, making me jump. “Grab a sword.” I moved to the weapons rack. There were dozens of swords, long ones, short ones, curved ones, thick ones. Some looked ancient, others gleamed like new silver.

A swordsman suddenly appeared and fought fiercely with the despot. the king then turned into a giant dragon demon, with a very terrible and terrible power. The dragon demon fought by destroying everything nearby into rubble. The battle between the swordsman and the giant demon lasted for three days and three nights with the sky continuing to be black, at the end of their battle. With the remaining strength of the swordsman, the giant demon finally succeeded in being sealed and turned into a sword with a terrible aura.

“You can't go down with your eyes watery that way. Comport yourself before you step down….. I will wait till you put yourself together.” I exhaled a deep breath and wiped my face with my scarf. On doing that, I recalled that Tyrion had given back to me two scarves on that day he healed me in the school, and one of them was at home. “How did he get it? I lost it in that resort where I had a one-night stand." I contemplated. At that point, my heart was being freed. “I can't ask him, but it seems somehow that he brought it to me. Did he rent the room, find it there, and bring it to me because he saw me with another type of it?”

She looked like she was born for this, born with a sword in her hand. “Aurora is marvelous. She is born for this.” Shalom took a gulp of his water. “And you are getting acquainted with it.” Art grunted in response. To be honest, he still felt strange holding the gilded hilt of the sword. His sword shone in the moon light, pure power. Its hilt was carved with ancient words. It was beauty and strength molded to be one. It was as powerful a weapon, as it was an art. And Shalom said it was Isaiah’s, the one he had used in that battle where he had died. He had said that Théoden’s blood in them gave it more power, more glory.

he shouted The old man didn’t say a word and through the pump of his staff, there goes a ring with a red-like gem on it… and a sword? The sword was estimated to be around 3 feet long. I believe it is what they call the Joyeuse sword. It was arguably the most powerful sword the man has ever crafted. It was made by Charlemagne, a Frankish king out of gold and gem-encrusted hilt, the blade was forged from the same ore and metal that made Durendal, a sword wielded and is also one of the deadliest in the world. Legend has it, that the sword was forged by the infamous blacksmith legend Galas, who took three years to complete. Legends also stated that it possesses the spirit of the