Amber Sword Novels & Stories

He took Damian’s hand and pulled him up. "But you still leave your left side open," Damian noted, tapping Leo’s ribs. "I'm working on it," Leo smiled. THE ARMORY We geared up. The Sanctuary Guard wasn't a ragtag militia anymore. Thanks to Seraphina’s funding and Ironclaw’s logistics, they were a modern army. Matte black armor woven with carbon nanotubes and silver thread. Assault rifles modified to fire depleted uranium rounds (for armor piercing) and hollow points filled with wolfsbane (for rogues). But for the Hollow Men, we needed something else. "Bone," Silas said, walking into the armory with a crate. "If they are anti-magic, metal might conduct their Null field. We go primitive." He op

The knife is still in his side and there is blood seeping through his fingers as he holds the wound. "Hera, it's silver," he manages before he collapses over. F*ck, f*ck, f*ck!! I don't know what f*cking significance silver has but I assume it's got something to do with being a shifter. I gently pull his hands from the injury and let out a breath. It needs to come out. Ambrose is breathing heavily, his eyes fluttering closed. I wrap my hand around the hilt. "Take a breath," I tell him.

‘What’s wrong with me this time? ‘Yeah right, besides that how that thing pulled me here? Anyway, I need to take it down soon. That devil must be really strong’ ’Okay, I will do this quickly so I can return to Aahva and go home.’ Abelard’s mainstay sword comes out of its scabbard. The scabbard is pitch black without any decoration, the hilt was carved with a unique horizontal engraving shaped like interlocking letters. There is a red jewel between the hilt of the sword and the sword. At the edges of the blade, it is very sharp and bluish silver, while the middle is gold and, when exposed to the moonlight, can emit a sparkling light.

I need my sword. Reaching behind my back, I feel the cool, smooth texture of my marking shift beneath my fingers. There’s a brief moment where the ink pulses, almost as if it’s alive, before it solidifies into the hilt of my sword. I draw it out, feeling the familiar weight settle into my hand. The blade hums with energy, a glowing blue that pulses in time with my heartbeat. This sword is mine, a part of me, born of my blood and soul. Athena’s gift, forged from my very essence.

She held it tightly. Serra thought it was heavy but it was surprisingly light, light as a feather. It's like she's holding a twig, very comfortable in her hands. She stared at the shimmering sword. It has a beautiful gold hilt with an intricate carved angel wings above the handle, the blade was long as her arms and it was sharp and shiny, the light bounced on it, and Serra could see herself on it like a clear mirror. The sword was like made specifically for her as it was comfortable to her hands and it felt familiar and comforting to the touch.

That was what Jarrell had thought. Ambrose's expression remained unchanged as he realized Jarrell was about to attack! "Go to hell!" Ambrose yelled angrily. He waved his long saber, and a cold light tore through the night sky, directly enveloping Jarrell! Ambrose employed the Moon Slicing Saber, a saber skill he had learned from Matteo. The Moon Slicing Saber skill was swift and sharp. Although Ambrose had just picked up his long saber in the hall, it was still incomparably powerful.

Friday evening when Amber got home, she was checking through her wardrobe for anything presentable she could wear, the fundraiser was by 8pm and she had nothing to wear, Todd had said he’ll take care of it but she hasn’t seen anything, she was frustrated and sat on the bed with a thud when her door bell rang, she ran out to see who it was, she peeped out through the door viewer, a delivery guy was standing there with a big box in his hand, Amber quickly opened the door and the guy said “Delivery for Amber Curt" “am Amber" she responded and the guy gave the box to her and asked her to sign, she did and went back in with the box, when she opened it, she brought out a long black gown, the gown

He knew himself that he cant buy a good sword as he have to buy body tempering technique too with this little amount of money. As he tried to pick a sword he saw a beautiful black sword in the corner of rack, Theo mesmerized and uttered," what a beautiful black sword", suddenly from back he heard the word," isn't it beautiful, to sad the cultivator from whom i got the sword told me that this sword cannot cut anything, its dull sword". Suddenly as if deciding something Theo decide that he will take that sword. Theo walked out of the blacksmith shop shouting," Thank you, old man jiang"

He had to kill him, so he finally stopped, and even the sword that was flying behind him stopped near him, but the owner of the sword was nowhere to be found. Theodore focused and heard Colton's footsteps a little far away from there. He ran a little away from there and observed the sword following him like a puppy again. It looked like the sword was either following his master's order, or it had a mind on its own. Theodore tried to touch that sword, it stayed still for a while, but the moment Theodore almost touched it, it moved back. He tried to hold it again, but it again moved again away from him. Theodore became still, to grab it all of a sudden. At that moment, he studied that sword ca

The white-haired and white-browed young man had unsheathed his long sword. It was a strange long sword that was as clear as jade. One flank of the sword was the cutting edge, and the other flank was a sharp sawteeth-shaped edge. The blade was long and narrow, and it looked like a beam of silver light when it shook. Every time it shook, a beam of light shot out from it like a fierce tiger coming out of a box. Swoosh! Swoosh! Swoosh! Swoosh!