Aoh Sword Novels & Stories

I said, going to our room to fetch my sword. “Selene told them to attack because you two are not here and you’ve been gone for 5 days,” he said, following us. I entered the closet trying to change, but before I could do anything, my outfit changed to armor, and there was a sword in my hand. I gasped. “My sword,” I said, looking at it. This is a special sword that can kill any god. This is the sword that killed Ario and I; how did he find it?

It is rumoured that the dragon sword's aura eliminates the regeneration of beings . " T-This... What are you doing? Kill her already!" Scarlett shouted, impatiently. Her nervousness overjoyed me to kill more of her remaining knights. I unsheathed another sword which was called Soul reaper. The mysterious sword that Drystan gave me before going into the battlefield. " Thanks to him, I can wipe out even the souls of these pathetic blood suckers," I cursed, slashing off the last black hood knight's head. His soul evaporated leaving only the dust of ashes.

The arrow exploded upon hitting Lollaine. She felt her inside turned to millions of thousand needles. The extreme excruciating pain made her to wail silently on her head. Since she under the king's mind possession no sound came out from her instead, her mouth agape wide. This time King Zeldour amasses a very intense magical force. Appeared on his hands a very sharped pointed sword made of air. It is the Zypherious sword; Aereous Assoure.

Shandra ignores him and flashes the werewolf a big smile. "I'm very grateful, really." Shandra looks at the sword with admiration, impressed with its beauty and powerful aura. She feels the vibration of the weapon in her hands and realizes that there is something special about it, something that goes beyond the material. "This sword is truly magnificent," says Shandra, still enthralled. "What should I call it?" The werewolf woman smiles gently. "This is the Sword of Aurora. It is a legendary weapon, passed down from generation to generation in our family. Now, it has chosen you as its bearer."

Oner pursed his lips grimly as he glared at the sword flash—it was something not even he had seen before, and it was bearing down on him with the weight of a thousand avalanches, freezing him in place! He closed his eyes, knowing that he could no longer hold back against Caleb's might. He spread his palm, and a red sword hovered over it. It was the Taran Searing Sun! It's his strongest sword, and matched with the Taran Swordform and the Searing Sun Aura, he buffed himself further. Even as the sword hummed, Oner swung it forward, unleashing an airblade of scarlet flames, ripping through the air to meet Caleb's sword flash!

But finally, her voice slipped into the shadows. “It was the breaking of the world,” she said. “Long ago, when fire and shadow tore kingdoms apart. Your bloodline was at the heart of it. A Thorne set the fire free. It burned cities, forests, even mountains to ash. My people called it the Sundering because nothing was ever the same after.” Kaelen’s breath caught. “And you think I’ll…do it again?” Her hand found his, firm and steady. “I think you can stop it. That is why I swore my Oath.”

He spat the blood as his only response to the Grand Hunter. Lorath twisted a smirk on his lips. “You’re too proud for your own good.” He raised his broadsword into the air and said, “I’ll be the one to put an end to your bloodline once and for all.” —[Sword of Wolf Hirashi]— Raeherys had to cover his eyes as the broadsword flashed brightly along with the triangular mark on Lorath’s chest. The light shone in gold as the weapon absorbed the energy from his chest.

"Ugh ..." Owen lost his way of escaping from the demon's device. He did not know that the devil was waiting in this place and was preparing to eliminate him when hope had filled his head. "I can't believe you can find it! it looks like you are not ordinary soldiers!" "Who ... who are you? are you the Demon Lord Diavolos?" "Maybe!" "Wha ... what?" A black sword emerged from the bowels of the earth and immediately entered Aiden's grip. A shining sword, he swung several times to frighten his prey, who was trembling in fear with a very pale face.

"Or, I can give you a quick death right now, dive a dagger to your chest while no one's looking, hopefully you got a heart in there I can fatally wound. You can then join your friends in the fae afterlife, or wherever it is that your souls go when you die. But for that you will need to answer my questions. "Where you found that bow, were there artifacts in there? Any other ancient weapons of any kind? I'm looking for something in particular, a short sword about yay long..." As Minos spread his arms to motion the length of the sword, the drow lurched her head forward snarling at him, surprising both him and the kids gathered behind him.

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.