Alien Sword Novels & Stories

The black and sharp body with the pulsing red blood vessels poured out a stifling pressure on everyone inside the tent. “This sword is named Auros, from both the priestess and the smith that created it. Priestess Aurelia and Smith Rosen were some of the legendary figures from our Blood Wolves clan’s past. The weapons that they create are special, and has never shown any rust even with the passage of time.”

Killian didn't just cross the distance; he erased it. The sheer concussive force of his launch kicked up a localized hurricane of white sand. He was a blinding streak of incandescent gold, the Alpha King roaring a challenge that had once brought entire Lycan empires to their knees. His ancient broadsword, wreathed in roaring solar fire, arced down toward the dragon's neck. Aurelius didn't even draw a weapon. He didn't even fully shift.

I was burning out. But the world kept getting darker. Because from the west… they came. I felt it before I saw it. The ground trembled in unnatural rhythm. Not like marching. Not like charging. Like… slithering. Crawling. Breathing death. Then they crested the ridge. And the last piece of hope in me cracked. Aldrian. Clad in armor made of soul-forged obsidian, wielding a blade that bled shadow. His face was half-covered in bone—like a mask welded to his skin—and behind him surged a new army.

But at the moment, I’d much rather be involved with bringing down a werewolf-run drug running operation instead of a vampire-inflicted human homicide bordering pack lands. “Detective Fergeson, it’s nice to meet you. I’m sorry it has to be under these conditions.” I say, turning to shake his hand. “I’m Alpha Scarlett, the Alpha of the Crimson Snow Pack and these,” I point to Bree and Dax, “these are my Gamma and Lead Warrior, Bree and Dax.” Motioning to the others, I tell him, “this is Blake, Serafina, Theo and Conan, four more of my warriors. And this is Tasha and Channing, two of my trackers. Channing is the one who found the deceased.” I hear someone clearing their throat near me. “Oh, for

"A little knife won't end me, pup! But you will feel my pain!" Seeing Beryl being choked to death, Althea gathered every ounce of her remaining strength. She grabbed the hilt of the dagger still lodged in Stheno’s chest. As she channeled her elven light into the blade, it transformed into a sword of pure radiance. "Half-elf! You'll burn your own soul out!" Stheno shrieked in agony. The light became blinding. Althea whispered, "I can't let go... I am the sword now." With a final scream, Stheno was incinerated from the inside out, turning to ash along with the blade of light.

Elara moved with a grace that was almost otherworldly, her sword slicing through the air with precision. One of Fen’s lieutenants, a hulking brute named Draven, lunged at Elara, his claws aimed at her throat. With a swift, fluid motion, she dodged his attack and retaliated with a burst of Celestial Flames. The ethereal fire enveloped Draven, searing his flesh with a brilliance that seemed to pierce the very fabric of reality. He howled in agony, staggering back. Kai and Alex fought side by side, their coordination a testament to their years of training. Allan, with his keen senses and agility, flanked the enemy, striking with deadly accuracy.

There, resting on a raised pedestal of carved obsidian, lay a sword unlike any they had ever seen. It was long and sleek, its blade a deep shade of silver with veins of glowing red coursing through it, as if the weapon itself pulsed with life. Its hilt was wrapped in dark leather, and symbols unknown to them shimmered along its length. The moment they entered, the temperature dropped, and the whispers began again. “Another stands before the blade.” “A choice must be made.” “A price must be paid.” Elior took a step forward, but before he could reach the pedestal, Rael’s hand shot out, grabbing his arm.

From a dead sleep, Rhychard jumped awake and out of the recliner, his heart pounding, his breathing ragged gasps. Kendalais stood there, his arms crossed over his powerful chest and his left eyebrow cocked over eyes that shimmered the bright blue of clear, shallow ocean water. He had long blond hair that fell to the middle of his back, and his pointed ears poked their way through the thin strands. Another elf. Only this one was in armor and wore a gold cloak with a cowl that he wasn't using to hide his appearance. Attached to a thick leather belt was a sword whose pommel matched the one Jamairlo had given Rhychard. Or maybe it was the sword itself. What if the elf in front of him had used so

Cameo asked from behind me as I stepped into the air-conditioned space. I ignored him. My fingers drifted lazily over the weapons. Metal kissing my skin, while one name burned through my mind. Abel Roshid. “Sir?” “Cameo, do as I’ve said.” My voice cut in, cold and final. His heavy sigh followed, then the sound of the door closing behind him. When I was alone, I picked the flick blade with serrated edges. Unsheathed it and ran my thumb along the ridges, feeling every bite of it. A dark smile curled on my face.

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."