Alien Sword Novels & Stories

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.

When did such a strong person appear in the world of cultivators? "A giant sword?" Alora noticed the massive sword on Preston's back. Her body trembled, and she had an epiphany. She asked with a trembling tone, "Are you Preston Medina? The unbeatable Saber Saint from more than a decade ago?" Her legs were shaky, making it difficult for her to stand straight.

“I’m here, Kael. I told you— I’ll always answer.” And as he spoke, a shadow fell over him. A Selvane warrior, blade raised high, eyes locked on the man holding the glowing phone. The Selvane blade came down like thunder, without warning, at least to Aaron at the moment. Aaron had no time to dodge. But before steel could split him open, a heavy body slammed into his side— Alaric. The crown prince’s snarl cut through the roar of battle, his arm raised to catch the sword’s edge. The blade bit into his armor, scraping skin, but Alaric didn’t flinch or attempt to pull away. He wrenched the enemy’s wrist back until bones cracked, then his hands wrapped around the man’s throat.

With a yell they backed away to avoid the onslaught. Now it was only Elaina and the Serpent beast. The beast shrieked and lunged forward attempting to wrap its body around her. "Not today." Elaina growled leaping forward and driving her sword into the beast just above its heart. The beast began spewing acid as it tried to get her to remove the weapon. Sucking in lungfuls of air she withstood as the acid burned the skin on her arms and face. Fighting through it she pulled down driving the sword through the beasts heart. With one final shriek the beast crashed to the ground.

I strengthened my grip on her jaw, disregarding her pain, and shouted, "You will only ever be a mistress and whore to Alpha Dragon. Don't dream of anything more!" I would have given her everything, loved her, and given her status and position even if she wasn't Luna. I wouldn't have let my mate suffer, but her rejection and hatred made me furious. I want her to regret her actions and everything she said. She must be with me, even if that means fear and terror from my presence... She stood proudly again and said, looking at me with her miserable appearance and thin body, "I am Jenny Anderson, daughter of Alpha Anderson from the Golden Sun Pack, and I reject you, Alpha Dragon."

"This Tizona sword is very heavy but my father entrusted it to me. I must not disappoint him. I know that he will despise me once I failed!" Prince Arthur raised the Tizona sword in the skies. "I am Prince Arthur, the only son of the King of Alabama. I take pride in my sword and I shall defeat you with this!" When the lion arrived in front of Prince Arthur, he attacked using his marvelous triangular fencing skill, then the lion vanished into thin air.

At this point all eyes were on the two than it happened everyone was left mouth open Celeas wings were finally out, unlike her father's black ones her were a silver gray probably the combination of his black ones and her mother's most likely withe onse she then picked her swords up from the ground and attack him, their fight was impossible to keep up with, the only thing they could see was a golden light looking like a falling star moving from one place to another " they are insane..." Salma the war was now only between Celea and her father while the others stood by and watched their fight, Draco than went up and picked Dereus up knowing Celea cared a lot about him he wanted to protect him,

He quietly climbed up the hill and peeked over the top. Under the moonlight, Sword Lake shimmered beautifully, its ripples glittering like glass. On the shore below, a dozen men were retreating in formation, definitely from Swordhaven Keep. Among them were Onyx and Ivory from before. However, one figure stood apart from the rest, tall and steady at the edge of the lake. The moonlight touched his face, casting sharp shadows across his unreadable expression. That had to be Alfredo, the Sword Saint who ranked third on the Titan List.

Too bad she had no limitations with using the wind. Ailene began to pick the nearest first rank witch when they attacked. She unsheathed her sword and started the swaying of her body as the sword bent it blade all around her. The blade was long and thinner than an average sword's. Like the wind, it bended and then shifted its directions, hitting and killing every enemy who dared come near her.

A pillar of pure, blinding gold shot up from the ground, hitting the assassin and throwing the entire circle of enemies back into the mud. Alaeric spun around, his face covered in soot and blood. His eyes went wide as he saw me standing there, my hair whipping in the wind and my eyes glowing like twin stars. "Alyse?" he gasped, his voice cracked and raw. "Fight!" I commanded, my voice echoing with a power that wasn't mine. "The light is yours, Alaeric! Fight!" I reached out and grabbed his hand. The moment our skin touched, the silver sword in his other hand didn't just glow, it burst into a flame of white fire. The darkness in the valley retreated as if it were afraid of us.