Amber Sword Novels & Stories

piss off a rogue that is capable of ripping her throat out. He spotted his sword beside his bed and grabbed it. He quickly ran out as fast as he could and headed towards the stables. He could already see that the servants have already prepared their horses. Surprisingly, Ace was the first one to have arrived. Like him, Ace also carried his own weapon. His bow was slung over his shoulder. Ace may be good in sword fighting but archery is more likely his style. The bow was made of a special elven metal. It's edge is sharp and, if he wills it to, it can be broken in two and be used as a double sword.

Hidden on the back of the painting were two swords she had hidden sometime ago along with other swords everywhere in the palace for situation like this " ah" a sharp pain hit Celeas back " what is it now?" She tryed to put her hand on her back, when she felt something wet " blood" Celea couldn't understand what was going on but she couldn't stop now. She had people she needed to protect Celea took the swords and went outside with the hope to find a witch to teleport her on the battlefield and there she was Andrea " Andrea!" Celea called and the witch turned to face were the voice was coming from

“You think you’re the only one?” “You wound me, Delia,” Gray chuckles. She slaps his arm playfully, letting him know it's time to get serious. He straightens up, as all signs of amusement snap from his face in a split second and holds still while she goes to work on the chain in his hands. She places both of her hands a few inches above the metal and whispers some incantation until a low blue glow can be seen from underneath her palms. When the glow fades she moves her warm copper brown hands and sighs.

She was well aware that her opponent was prepared to end her at any moment. A silver aura enveloped Gabrielle's AB saber, which now glowed brilliantly and expanded into a green aura with a tip of white light, resembling a blooming flower. It expanded until it created an illusion of flowers in full bloom right in the middle of the arena. Angus, on the other hand, stood with his legs slightly bent, his hand gestures resembling a bird's claws.

Adrian received the sword as per her insistence and asked, "Amara, what is it?" Amara replied, "Familiarize yourself with the sword first. Then, integrate it into your skills, and train and refine yourself. Three months from now, follow me down the mountain to handle a matter. You'll know what it is when the time comes." Amara kept it vague, but it didn't matter. Now that Adrian had a divine sword in hand, he had gained some confidence. In fact, Adrian didn't realize that his strength was already quite formidable among the outer apprentices. However, he faced top-notch experts in the battles he engaged in, creating an illusion that his strength was inadequate. Other outer apprentices still w

But interspersed among them were the Emberfang artifacts Sin had retrieved from the lower levels—weapons created specifically to combat shadow manipulation and dark magic. I lifted one such weapon—a sword with a blade that seemed to absorb light rather than reflect it, its hilt wrapped in leather inscribed with the same symbols that marked Ailith's skin. When I had first touched it yesterday, the weapon had vibrated in my hand, neither accepting nor rejecting me completely. Now, as I gripped it again, I felt a subtle warmth spreading from the hilt up my arm. "Interesting," Sin commented, appearing silently at my side in that unnerving way she had. "That blade is responding to you more strong

Abhi had noticed the symbol before but had never understood its significance. With deliberate care, Rudra aligned the symbol on the ring with the one on the knife. The moment the two symbols touched, a transformation began. The knife started to glow, the light emanating from the blade growing brighter and more intense. Abhi watched in astonishment as the small knife elongated, its form shifting and expanding until it became a majestic sword, nearly three feet in length. The blade shimmered with a brilliant blue light, casting ethereal patterns across the walls of the room.

This blade had tasted the blood of countless foes and had never once failed me. Next, my dagger. It was shorter and sleeker than the sword, designed for close combat. The blade was curved slightly, its edge razor-sharp. The handle, crafted from bone and reinforced with steel, fit perfectly in my grip. On the far side of the rack hung my bow. Its limbs were made from dark wood, reinforced with silver inlays that shimmered like moonlight. The bowstring was taut and sturdy, capable of unleashing arrows with deadly precision. Quivers of arrows, each fletched with black feathers, stood ready beside it.

The journey back from the Abyss was a haze of exhaustion and triumph, the weight of the Sword of Eternity a constant reminder of what they had achieved. Elena rode at the front of the small convoy, the blade strapped across her back, its silver light casting a soft glow against the darkness that surrounded them. The sword hummed with ancient power, a resonance that vibrated through her bones and settled in her chest like a second heartbeat. Kaelen rode beside her, his hand never straying far from hers, his obsidian eyes scanning the horizon for any sign of pursuit. The journey through the shadow lands was treacherous, the path winding through valleys of ash and across rivers of black water t

“My Moon, If this finds you, then I am gone. But you are not. This dagger is carved from moon bone, and it is yours by right. You are not only a healer. You are a protector. A warrior, take it, and do not fear what stirs inside you. Fear only what happens if you stay silent.” With all my heart Mother.” Tears stream down my face and Amber doesn’t speak. She just wraps her arms around me. And I feel, for the first time in my life, not just love, But seen.