Aot Sword Novels & Stories

Turning away from the others, I point the sword in front of me and almost drop it when a flame shoots out but stops before it touches anything. "Whoa," I say softly. When I turn around, I see Wyatt and Jock have swords, but theirs are slightly different. Wyatt's has a blue handle and shoots out ice, enough to freeze someone in place. Jock's has a green handle and shoots out electricity. "I guess you got your answer," Zoe says, staring at the three of us in shock. I smile and nod. "Now we're prepared to kick some ass. Let's see what the next message says, and then we'll head out." I say, putting my sword in the red sheath that magically appeared at my side. Maybe I'll cut Selene some slack as

"Battle raged on across the continent, until finally, Markelus faced off with Eon. He drove his sword to the tyrant's heart, and killed him. Henceforth he became known as the Godslayer, and his weapon, the-" "Sword of the Godslayer." Minos swung his arms sidewards, like a musician that just delivered a heartwarming ballad. "So you're not really after my father, you're after the sword." "Yes." "You could have just said that." "Where's the fun in that?" "The only one who had fun in this room was you." Cassana glanced at Rei, who gave her an affirmative nod. "I hope you're not planning to be a bard, because you are terrible at it."

The water obediently yielded before the blade, an extension of Finrir's strength and skill. Aros, spellbound by Finrir's display, conveyed his admiration through a series of intricate aquasign gestures. "In the depths of Tritania, where currents intertwine, the Acttegatian style emerges with unparalleled grace and strength. Your swordmanship sings through the water, an exquisite dance that speaks of a legacy steeped in mastery and tradition."

No wonder Kat was so against this task. She agreed, taking the sword from my throat as she admired it. Her hands trailed the stone blades of the sharpened sickle, as she gripped the wooden handle with power. Its design was unique, unlike the normal sickles because it was curved in the opposite way. Aurora rushed down from the bed and picked up my sword, pushing it against my chest. “You fight with me.” “I do what?” “You heard me?” She gave me the stink eye. “You will do it.”

I said to him. I'm still chewing on the orange he gave me, noticing his expression when I tell him this information. “Seriously? Does anyone already know?” “Nope. I also just found out this morning when they took my blood” I showed my hands to him, there are a lot of needle marks in there. Arthur smiles, almost laugh.

"It seems that I'll have to use all I have this time." The sword light flashed, and besides holding onto the Dual Blades of Fire and Ice, Omar was biting onto his third sword, the Blade of Wind. As soon as the Blade of Wind appeared, Omar's entire momentum also changed. The air in their surroundings sounded as if sharp blades had slashed it, and it was frightening.

"Swoosh!" A sword light suddenly appeared around Ding Hao. The sword cultivator of the Heaven-Splitting Swordsmanship Sect, Ai Qing, laughed and made his move. He was an expert at the Martial King Realm. In terms of strength, he was the most powerful person around Ding Hao, so it was a good opportunity for Ding Hao to show up at this time. He easily broke the incoming Demon Aura in a blade shape. He moved and dashed into the battlefield. He stood with an expert from the Demon Clan who launched a sneak attack.

It took in a deep breath for another belch of flame. I extended my hand out. "Sword!" Nothing happened. The dragon's maw opened wide, ready to spit flame. "I am Nami! Sword!" The Aurora Sword flew from the trees. It landed in my hand just as the black flames extended from the dragon's mouth. The Aurora Sword lengthened and split the flame in two. The sword, my armor, and my wings all emanated white and rainbow light as I held fast against the black flame.

She looked like she was born for this, born with a sword in her hand. “Aurora is marvelous. She is born for this.” Shalom took a gulp of his water. “And you are getting acquainted with it.” Art grunted in response. To be honest, he still felt strange holding the gilded hilt of the sword. His sword shone in the moon light, pure power. Its hilt was carved with ancient words. It was beauty and strength molded to be one. It was as powerful a weapon, as it was an art. And Shalom said it was Isaiah’s, the one he had used in that battle where he had died. He had said that Théoden’s blood in them gave it more power, more glory.

“That’s a first.” Dorian actually whistles, low and delighted. “Nobody’s ever pulled that sword before. It’s been sitting there for half a century. Most hunters skip right past it.” I look at Rion, who looks back as if seeing me for the first time. “That’s an Orion blade,” he says quietly. Then, to Edward and Dorian: “Impossible. I thought it was a replica.” Edward grins. “Not a replica if it works, my friend.” Rion approaches, not touching the blade but examining the hilt—the veins of blue, the worn areas where fingers had gripped it long ago. “This was supposed to be ceremonial. A blessing, not a weapon. You’re not supposed to be able to fight with it.”