Amber Sword Novels & Stories

But Luna's unwavering determination never wavered, and they pressed on. Suddenly, they came upon a massive chamber, its walls adorned with intricate symbols and ancient markings. In the center of the room, atop a stone pedestal, lay a majestic sword, pulsating with raw energy. Luna's eyes widened with recognition. "The Sword of Light," she whispered. "Legend has it that this ancient artifact has the power to banish darkness." Amelia approached the sword cautiously, her hands trembling with anticipation. As she reached out to touch it, the room rumbled once more, causing debris to fall around them.

It was filled with copper, silver and gold royals, all to help supply them while they sought out allies. After Boro said his farewell and accepted the money, he quickly made himself busy checking out the two pack horses. He wanted to give Littume and Lord Jetir space for there farewells. He saw Jetir give his son a firm hug and share a few words with him. Then he saw Lord Jetir unwrap the cloth and from it pulled out an ornate brown and gold scabbard. The scabbard was too thick to belong to a rapier, and too wide to be a katan, the long slightly curved, single edge style sword that Boro himself used. This one was as wide as the width of his palm and had two edges to it. A broadblade, an olde

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.

“Prideful Sword: Guard of the Half-Moon” *Boom* Breaker’s hammer crashed into Abe immediately after he activated Guard of the Half-Moon. The large hammer was like a mountain that had descended. For that was exactly how Abe felt. Guard of the Half-Moon was a powerful skill. But even it could do so much when there was a great disparity in strength between user and aggressor. And that was exactly what was happening now. Guard of the Half-Moon was able to absorb almost half of the energy that came crushing down on Abe. But it could only do that much. And the rest of the turbulent energy travelled past the sword’s blade and exited through the handle of the sword before crashing into Abe’s armor.

The sword was resting on a sword holder made out of an unknown glowing blue rock attached to the wall. The sword on it was even more luxurious and oozed out an aura of darkness. Yet at the same time, it had an ethereal feeling. The dark red crystal on its hilt, the shape of an eye, glowed ominously, pulsing as though it were alive. There were ancient texts and markings all over the sword's sheath. And I knew that the blade hidden beneath had even more complicated incantations engraved on them. A name began to form in my mind. Throughout history there was only one sword that met the qualifications. “That's the sword of Aramun. I had it placed in your new room. Do you like it?” Richard whisper

Then a push from Aje as he shoved the fulminating Humane back with his large blackened shield which Abbey lightly moved back. Abbey gained his ground while glazing at the blackened armour In front of him while holding his bleeding neck, his black hair swaying with the wind along with thunder, lightning dominating the dark skies above them. He scoffed staring at the shaded claymore on Aje’s hand reflecting the lightnings above; Never was it an ordinary sword, cutting lightnings in halves, slicing through the grounds easily then went as far as cutting through Abbey’s electrifying barrier and skin.

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.

She waved her right hand, sending the hair strands hurtling towards me. I vaulted backward, just as the rope vanished from my grasp. Swiftly, I drew both my hands to wield my pair of weapons – a road sabre slashing sword and a cutlass sword with a straight or slightly curved blade, sharpened to its keen edge. Memories of my childhood friend Apolo, a skilled swordsmith, flooded my mind. He had always favored this type of sword.

Samson said his phone in his ear as he picked up the double edged sword with his one hand from his desk. Seeing the sword, Alicia gasped. She had never seen a sword look so ghostly.. like an arabic jian which has a ghostly green light dazzling out of the sheathed blade. This particular one was way out of the picture. Samson glared at her hard for gasping out so suddenly. "It's pretty heavy, but i think with the 'Feather of truth' enchantment, I can reduce it's weight drastically." Samson said.

Lixien didn’t give a glance to Leen and continued examining the sword. If it’s from seven mountains, then this must be the ‘Flaming Red Fire of Lava’. It was a sword that everyone is obsessed with. It’s a sword that chooses his master. It also can talk from others' descriptions. She squinted her eyes. Why is Vailn giving her such a precious gift? She snapped her fingers and blinked. Her brows were slightly frowned as she was understanding why he was being too considerate or was it not considerate?