Aemond Targaryen Sword Novels & Stories

After all, now that he already had one of them, there was no reason for him not to get the other nine. “Hmm? Well, if you’re interested, the first sword goes by Xyan, the Sword of Divinity. As for the second and third ones, they’re Xyan, the Sword of Benevolence, and Xenith, the Sword of Sovereignty… Empyrean was the fourth sword, I believe, and it’s the Sword of Might. The Sword of Nobility, on the other hand, is Titan, which is also the fifth sword.”

I drove my blade straight through his gorget, the steel sinking deep into his throat. He gasped, his eyes bulging as he looked at me. I stepped closer, my face inches from his. "Tell the darkness that the Valerius crown still stands," I whispered. I twisted the blade and pulled it out. The High Lord of Drakos fell backward into the mud, the dark water quickly swirling over his golden armor. He couldn't survive it, my sword was silver coated. I looked around. The valley was a graveyard of broken banners and drowning men. The few survivors were dropping their swords, seeing their leader dead.

Adonis Arnold also couldn't help but be curious. Indeed, he was extremely passionate about weapons. "Okay! Don't let people down! Open up!" Bernard Arnold looked at his subordinates and raised his voice to command. After the treasure box was opened, two people raised a long sword. The long sword has a handle with a phoenix bird wing, a dragon-shaped head, flexible and extremely beautiful. Everyone focused on the scene ahead, Bernard Arnold increased his tone. "Pair Spirit Blades, famous in one direction, everyone has heard of them!"

- I'm tired as a mule! - Hey, Felix! - Tristan called out to the man, - It seems this is for you! Tristan pointed to a wooden stand nestled in one of the corners of the room, on which the armor hung. The white-silver metal shimmered, reflecting the light coming from the small oval stones on the ceiling. The engraved patterns were woven into a dragon design on the breastplate. The edges were finished with gold alloy. At the side of the armor, on an elegant wooden stand, rested a two-handed sword made of the same white-silver metal. The long blade tapered near the hilt and gradually widened towards the end. A thin pattern flowed down the center of the blade. The handle was made of amethyst, sh

He knew that persuading Lily Moon was futile, so he shifted his attention to Sebastian. "Junior Brother Sebastian, it's good that you want to help Junior Sister. I appreciate it, but unfortunately, your cultivation is still shallow. If you go, you won't be of any help to Junior Sister; instead, you might cause trouble. It's better to consider it carefully." At this point, Alexander waved his hand, and a green sword appeared in his hand. "This sword is called the Pure Yang Meridian Sword, a mysterious-grade treasure sword that I used when I built the foundation. As long as Junior Brother Sebastian promises not to cause trouble, I will give this sword to you."

Even though it shall be the grief of someone who she really loves. Ruby weakly moved her free hand and caressed the blade of the sword lying inside the velvet-covered box. She can feel the power of the blade by merely being in the same room as it. Even after hundreds of years of being parted from a Pendragon, the holy blade that protected the land still shined like a golden star .

Robb said to Elex and led him out of the room . While Amaria and Teresa explored the dagger and bow and arrow sections. Dove looked around the sword section, wondering, 'Where is it?' She ran into Robb when she turned around. "What are you looking for?" he asked, tilting his head. ” Dove exhaled and mumbled, "Hailstorm" " The sword late Alpha Authur welded ?" Robb inquired, and Dove nodded. He sighed, and apologised, "I'm sorry It was sold to another customer years ago."

Alec Berthold wiped the sweat dripping down his forehead using the back of his hand that was wearing his cloth gloves, which looked shabby and covered in stains. Looking at the two weapons he had just finished making, his thin lips curled into a satisfied smile. His hand grabbed the large and heavy sword from the surface of his workbench, dripping the surface of the sword with a small ten-millilitre vial filled with Karl's blood that he got from the dragon man himself (given by the man's personal assistant whose name he forgot) as the final touch of his sword.

One of the weapons Lee had encouraged me to wear was a sword which he called the Dyrnwyn. I could tell it was a Welsh weapon but I wasn't familiar with the legends behind it. Lee wasn't sure either and said he just knew that Rakesh had claimed it belonged to an old friend, who was long gone from this world and that it was very potent against even Ancient Ones. I wondered if it would even still be useful with how old it seemed to be but gathered if it was here, then it had to be strong.

Exactly as seen earlier in the castle. The sword. “What does that one do?” I asked, pointing to it. “It drinks blood. For anyone it kills, their blood is stored in the blade. You would try to always have a clothing between you and the hilt” That did not sound more beneficial than fairy dust. “So how useful would it be to protect me?” With only a smile, “very” Time to close the deal. “I have one silver coin” playing with the coins against my fingers. “Make it three and we have a deal”