Alien Sword Novels & Stories

This sword move was sharp, fierce, and swift. It was extremely suitable for her taste and martial arts. It was a move that Jason had created after combining all the swordsmanship in the world, the fastest sword move in the world. A sword streaked across the sky, but it was incredibly fast. Even though Aldrich was prepared, his sleeves were inevitably cut off by the sword, leaving a shallow wound on his arm. Ava crossed her arms and took back her sword, not taking advantage of the situation to attack him.

The shadows came fast—limbs that weren’t entirely solid, snarling mouths with too many teeth. Creatures not born of flesh, but of memory and curse. Guardians of the sword. Bound to destroy any who touched it… unless the heir proved herself worthy. Alya didn’t hesitate. The blade in her hand felt like fire and starlight, like vengeance wrapped in steel. As one of the beasts lunged, she pivoted on instinct, the sword arcing through the air with a scream of power. The thing shattered mid-leap—splintering into black smoke.

The blade gleamed with a brilliant silver light, its edge shimmering with a promise of sharpness. The blood sword! I exclaimed internally, astonished by the fact that I had successfully conjured the legendary weapon known to be wielded by a valiant warrior from Cairos—a neighboring nation to Springgan. Apollo had shared stories about it, expressing his dream to create such a weapon one day. Empowered by the gauntlet, I held the blood sword with ease. The blade's edge gleamed, a testament to its lethal potential. Just as the icy shield surrounding me shattered, the dominus seized the opportunity to consume me. Its jaws opened wide as it lunged towards me. Reacting swiftly, I positioned the sw

’ 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.

The force of Helios's attack, however, proved overwhelming, and Alcides found himself forcefully driven down to the dusty floor of the arena. The crowd gasped as Helios, seizing the opportunity, lunged forward with his sword, aiming to strike a fatal blow. The glinting blade descended with ominous speed, but in a breathtaking display of agility, Alcides contorted his body in a last-minute evasion. The sword whizzed perilously close, grazing the fabric of Alcides's attire but narrowly missing its mark.

He had to consider who he was fighting for. The thoughts that were spinning through his mind suddenly came to a grinding halt. Without saying a word, Alex reached his right arm over his shoulder. The sword sheathed on his back was not like a normal blade. He crafted it himself with precise ingenuity. On the hilt of the sword, a small handle stuck outward from the side. Alex grabbed hold of the handle and pulled the sword from his back. The blade itself was rather short, only a little over fifteen inches in length. Attached from the bottom end of the hilt was a series of firm, leather straps, which Alex quickly fitted along his arm just above his elbow. Alex had been taught from day one that

Without thinking, I changed shape, then I protected myself with the armor I hadn't worn in a long time. Yup, a black armor that can't be burned by hellfire. I look deeply at Midaz as I summon my Alpha sword. And now, I'm back to being the Prince Hyun Ki who is feared throughout Ars Goetia. The Prince of Hell with long hair and red eyes! "Let's start this fight!" said Midaz, he looks so confident for victory. "With pleasure, let's get started!" I smirked, then I dashed off ahead. As fast as I could, I cut down the water dragon with one stroke of my sword.

Alpha Nicholas notices it too as he stands and puts me behind him, shielding me from whoever is coming. Until a rushing, Alpha Antonio appeared in front of us. His hands are carefully holding the sword as he flashes a victorious smile. “ I got it,” he muttered. Alpha Nicholas help me from rosing to my own feet. “ You got what?” I asked, curious about his reactions. “This sword, its purpose,” he said, waving the sword infront of us. The light of the moon and the shadow of the flame reflects into its shiny metal frame making a rather golden orange combination of the silhouette.

Mid-air, one hand stretched out ahead of her, she caught the hilt exactly right and came down with the sword already raised and aimed directly for Draevon's heart. He caught the blade with his bare hand. His fingers wrapped around the edge and held it, the tip stopping an inch from his chest, his arm braced against the force she had put behind it. Kaelithra stared at him. The sword was made from her blood and her markings. It was not a normal sword. It ran hot in the hands of anyone who was not her, it burned people who tried to hold it without her permission, it had a temper of its own and it did not like being touched by strangers. It should have been scorching the skin off his palm right

I say. Maeve holds her breath. “Alaric, you do not have to do this.” “I do, Princess.” Tears begin filling Maeve’s eyes. I take a breath. “I, Alaric Stoneclaw, tonight swear upon my wolf blood and my pack… that I am the Sword Bearer of Princess Maeve Nightwhisper. My sword is your sword. And whoever stands in your way to the throne will face my blade.” “Alaric, you do not know what you will face if you stay with me. Behind us are Uncle Garson’s soldiers—”