Aoh Sword Novels & Stories

Still, the rouges were laughing but the laughter soon stopped when Lanna's walking stick spun through the air and whacked the lead rogue down "You bitch" he spat before adding "kill her". The rogues all came forward as one, as me and Acre are about to run to her side a flash of silver spun through the air and we watch as Lanna spins and twists, cutting down the rogues, it almost as if she is doing a dance, one by one we see the rogues dropping, Acre leans into me "Did you know her walking stick was a sword? ha asks confused "Dude I didn't even know she had a walking stick, but she sure knows how to use it"

He stepped into the gate, And the world folded Inside, he was nowhere, A starless sky above, Black water below, In the distance an altar, And lying atop it, A sword. The blade pulsed with silver and ember light, Auren reached for it, But a voice stopped him: “If you touch it, you claim it And if you claim it… she will bleed for you.” He turned. A figure stood behind him tall, sexless, faceless, Wrapped in torn banners of both sun and moon, It continued: “You are not her shield, You are her counterweight, Her test. Her tether, Her Undoing, if need be.” Auren hesitated, Then wrapped his fingers around the hilt, The sword whispered his name “Aurenvai.” And the world snapped.

Finally Lixue was pushed back and further back, Lixue then gave a stab at Fang Xue's harmless body. however, Fang Xue easily blocked his attack again. "Not bad! You're trying to get your father to give up huh? Don't underestimate this old man." Fang Xue then gave off her killing aura, it made Lixue's body tremble. "Wait dad, what are you going to do?" Lixue asked with a face that grimaced from the intense pressure from her father's aura. "This is called the killing aura. Every experienced swordsman has this kind of pressure. I warn Li'er never to be afraid of this kind of pressure, just deal with it with all your best moves, understand." Fang Xue said while stroking her daughter's head.

I’m just not strong enough. Only feet from the sorceress I see the giant Aodh is, with multiple arms fighting off attacks from Lamia, Kellen, Mike, and now Rhett. Their advances are useless, their weapons are like toothpicks against the gold armor that adorns most of his body and the enormous spiked swords he swings at the leaders of this realm. Hunji lay not far away, gripping his side. Even from this distance, I could see his labored breathing and the blood that flowed from the open wound on his side.

Count Croyso smiled and nodded, asking Thomas to take it. Selena brought out a dazzling short sword, its sheath made of gold and encrusted with gems, the hilt adorned with a large, lustrous pearl. It was incredibly valuable. Holding the sword with both hands, Selena said, “Father, you are a warrior, and this sword suits you perfectly. I went to great lengths to find it, so you must like it, or I’ll take it back!”

There was also a golden cover at the center of its handle, and there were some abstract designs embossed on it. Cordelia's spear can shrink into a handy weapon with blue crystal blades on both ends but in different sizes, from where the mainly used one is much longer and visible than the other one. Its handle was made with silver metal with shiny and tiny pieces of crystals sprinkled all over it. Her partner—Helios, got his sword upgraded as well. His weapon could turn into different styles and sizes that he thought would fit into a certain battle.

(It fits perfectly, okay). After packing, I took my sword and went outside to practice a bit while I was waiting for Justine to return. Before I started I studied my sword for the thousands time. It was actually very beautiful. It was silver with a blue reflection. On the blade was engraved; my daughter. It was engraved in a beautiful cursive font, above the scripture was an infinity symbol made of sapphires. The hilt was very comfortable in my hand, and the sword itself felt like an extension of my arm. The length and build of the sword were perfect.

The blade gleamed with a brilliant silver light, its edge shimmering with a promise of sharpness. The blood sword! I exclaimed internally, astonished by the fact that I had successfully conjured the legendary weapon known to be wielded by a valiant warrior from Cairos—a neighboring nation to Springgan. Apollo had shared stories about it, expressing his dream to create such a weapon one day. Empowered by the gauntlet, I held the blood sword with ease. The blade's edge gleamed, a testament to its lethal potential. Just as the icy shield surrounding me shattered, the dominus seized the opportunity to consume me. Its jaws opened wide as it lunged towards me. Reacting swiftly, I positioned the sw

On the pavilion floor lay a sword carved with a dragon, and standing on it was the man who had shouted. He stooped slightly, breath ragged; his eyes were bloodshot, bulging as if they might pop from their sockets. Through gritted teeth he thought, 'Xiu Jian is a damned wretch! I can’t even burn his sword!' Indeed, the trembling, furious man was Huang Fu, and the blade beneath his boot was the Sacred Dragon Sword. He had tried to set the sword aflame—yet not only did the flames refuse to take, the fuel he poured seemed to be absorbed and vanished, drying as if swallowed by the metal itself.