Amber Sword Novels & Stories

Keever was still in tow, Froster now had his hand on the man’s back as he pushed him forward. “Ambush!” A private warned. The square reformed as javelins and axes were thrown from the mass nearby reeds and bushes. The piercing whistle of a spear nearing its target could be heard, it was only from the corner of her eye but she sensed it before it could land. The spear was tipped with a glowing yellow crystal shard that breaks through the arcane shield upon impact. Drawing a sword with her left, she deflects the javelin with ease. “Damnation” Froster curses, returning fire before he restores the shattered arcane shield above their heads.

I told him, and just as I was about to raise my sword against him, I felt a sharp sting in my arm. I stared at him; it was obvious it wasn’t an ordinary sword, and he smiled at me as he raised the sword, staring at it like he was in love with it. "It’s no ordinary sword, Jason. It’s a magical sword, and trust me, this is the sword that’ll end you." He said that, and just as he wanted to stab me, I raised my sword with my other hand against his. "Where is Amanda? Send her to me right now, Tristan DeVille. You still have a chance now; send her to me now or else you’ll regret it." I told him as I started a sword fight,

"My weapon is a scythe, and I am staying with our long-ranged warrioresses to protect them!" Astoria spoke next. With a calm voice, she shared what weapon she wielded. "I used a spiked wrecking ball to kill my enemies!" Then the Amazonian beside Astoria talked after her, whose muscles were so tense that they wanted to rip off her clothes. "Bellatrix, at your service, Prince Arthur... sledgehammer is my preferred tool, but I also have some knife diggers!" "Brienne here, I used a simple katana sword, Prince Arthur. And it's been a dream of mine to practice with you," She wished.

She swore again and whirled, lashing out with her own broad-sword, aiming to decapitate the assassin - but the blade merely passed through. Ambrose's eyes went wide, just as a Shadow leaped toward him. Their dark blades a blur of flashing steel and mist. He grit his teeth, meeting each attack with his sword - these were no ordinary Shadows, he realised. Out of the corner of his vision, he saw both Lord Daemon and Ravyn launch themselves toward the two remaining Shadows. Ravyn's elegant face set in a feral snarl as she battled with what could have been her twin, with the black hair and dark blades.

He didn't understand it but loved it anyway, after all it was all his. “What is it?” She asked. She couldn't see it herself. “A beautiful sword with a hilt whose design arches in the opposite direction. It looks…ancient.” “Do you have a similar design?” She asked, secretly hoping for them to match. “I don't know. Do you want to see?” “How beautiful, you also got a sword.” She touched it, “Oh!” She quickly retracted her hand, “It's giving off a faint dark light with a yellowish ring on the outside.

One gold. Every person on the battlefield stared in disbelief. Even Seraphine's eyes widened. "Impossible..." Aster whispered. "The Twin Blades." Elyan slowly smiled. "So the prophecy was incomplete." The red-eyed creature staggered backward. Fear finally appeared in its burning crimson eyes. "No... It cannot be." Seraphine looked at Kael and Rhydian with quiet pride. "It is time." Kael gripped the silver blade. Rhydian raised the golden one. The two swords began to resonate, filling the battlefield with blinding light.

At the very center rested a sword. The weapon appeared untouched by time. Silver metal gleamed beneath torchlight. Its blade remained flawless. Its hilt carried symbols matching those carved throughout the temple. Yet what drew my attention most was the power radiating from it. The sword felt alive. Lucien's eyes widened. "Impossible." Vera glanced toward him. "You recognize it?" The king nodded slowly. "The Blade of Ardyn." Even Elyria seemed surprised. "I thought it was lost." A strange expression crossed Lucien's face.

I felt it faintly, like a fist beating on a locked door in my ribs. Kieran stepped closer, mate bond tugging, forcing my body to lean toward him even while my mind screamed to run. The Hollow King’s voice through Rowan turned amused. “Now,” he murmured, “we finish the seal.” Selah lifted her hand and produced something small and silver. A blade. Not moon-silver. Darker. Ash-silver. It pulsed in time with my wrist mark. My breath caught. Selah smiled sweetly. “This cuts copies,” she said. “It cuts partitions. It cuts the part of you that still hesitates.”

Amber POV “This isn’t the way to go, sister. You can let her be.” “It’s about to get more interesting.” She went to a large wooden box and pulled out two swords. I don’t do well with swords because I don’t use them, so I demanded a spear and felt pleased that it had two sharp edges. “How do you expect to win with that weapon of yours?” she growled, tossing the spear towards my feet. “It’s not about the weapon, it’s about the mind that wills it.”

Ryuzaki raised his hand. “And my lord is sorry.” “Your lord?” Halt. “What do you mean ‘your lord’?’” “My lord as in Lord Eagle.” Confused. “Who? I’d never heard…” Samuel blew an annoyed breath. “Lord Shadow.” “Ah!” Shadow’s face flashed in front of his eyes. “I see.” He maintained his hand around his face. “There will be no hard or hurt feelings, yeah?” Samuel unsheathed his black sword. The sword was shining and black. The aura emitted by the sword was too sinister and deafening. At a glance, the dark aura swirled around the blade, and the strong smell of floral surprisingly fluttered around as well.