Aot Sword Novels & Stories

she sits up and stretches like she’s been asleep all the while, “Ready?” “Yep,” I say, popping the p, looking around for my sword and removing the big black jacket I wore over a small tight green top and shorts. Finally finding my sword leaning gracefully against the bark of a tree, I pick it up, admiring its uniqueness. An ice sword befitting an ice queen, with a handle carved so perfectly for my slender fingers to get a good grip, it has a perfect weight with a blade so sharp and shiny. Although she looks fragile, she’s a lot tougher and can withstand any amount of pressure or force, just like her owner. Smirking at the comparison, I swirl the sword around and point at Anora, who’s now sta

His reputation in Sunway had crumbled as well. He hadn't been able to find an ally, but now Anthony was going to come off his mountain to deal with Sebastian. Maximus might now be able to use the opportunity to get back his sword and his dignity. "Oh, okay. I'll help you out. What does your sword look like?" Anthony had heard of Purity, but he had never seen the real thing. "It's a rare treasure that can be both soft and hard and can be wrapped around one's waist. As far as I know, Sebastian keeps the sword with him all the time," Maximus explained.

“I have to stay here for a while and pretend I’m recuperating, Mom.” She squeezed Zeph’s hand. “Of course, darling.” “Don’t worry, Mrs. Hayes. She won’t combust,” Theia said. Everyone chuckled, including my dad. “Are you gonna tell us what’s the sword all about? Why no one can touch it?” “Like an Excalibur, it’s wielded for me—” “And her mate. It hurts or burns anyone who touches it. It’s a present to him to fight alongside when the time comes,” explained Theia, making me laugh. “Kidding. She’s just possessive of it. It’s given to her by her master.”

“I, Atlas Blackwood, vow myself to the Trial. By blood given freely, by will unshaken, by name unbroken. Let the Sanctum judge me worthy… or cast me aside.” The words hung there, gilded and absolute. Then, with the ritualistic calm of someone raised to perform this moment with sacred precision, Atlas removed his glove. The air around him felt charged, as though the marble beneath his boots remembered the weight of those before him—and quaked for what came next. He withdrew a ceremonial blade—sleek, cruel, beautiful. The Blackwood crest gleamed on the hilt, not like decoration but a warning. He made the cut without hesitation.

Attwell laughed. "Then, let me see what level you have reached with the Boundless Heavensword. Come on! Keep going." "Ninth Sword!" Noel shouted. As he swung his longsword, he called out, "Gideon, I'll hold him off. Go to Nethercult and get your woman out." Gideon's heart stirred. Attwell's face darkened. "You're too arrogant!" "Go!" Noel urged, striking again. This time, it was the Tenth Sword. The slash was even sharper and more dazzling than before. It stopped Attwell in his tracks.

The black and sharp body with the pulsing red blood vessels poured out a stifling pressure on everyone inside the tent. “This sword is named Auros, from both the priestess and the smith that created it. Priestess Aurelia and Smith Rosen were some of the legendary figures from our Blood Wolves clan’s past. The weapons that they create are special, and has never shown any rust even with the passage of time.”

“Sometime this week. Another day or two, I think. Leana is going with him.” Cayd and I walked outside to see the now never-ending line of people trying to pull the sword from the stone. I have to admit, Cayd wasn’t wrong. It looks strangely like the fairy tale sword, Excalibur. Aolis’s sword is a royal sword with an ornate handle that only adds to the image. I’m not sure if it was a lucky placement or if the rock formed around the sword, but the result is definitely something of fairy tales.

My fingers are on my chin as I crouched and looked at it. The cover or the sheath was silver with a few pints of gold, I don't understand the engravings etched on it. Because of my curiosity, I held it and released it from its sheath. Unlike other sword, its blade was bluish and silver, the handle was wood in color and the cover was glass. It was not as heavy as it look. I lifted it up and swayed it... Imagining I was a samurai fighting some bad guys. I chuckled.

he stated. “Of course! Do you need more wolves to help you, because the new warrior will be joining us today.” “Why not? It will be great and the production will be doubled with more hands.” Aaron is a man of honour and he believes that no work is small. I was checking the swords and daggers. My eyes landed on a particular small weapon. I couldn’t stop my curiosity to ask about it. “What is this Aaron?”

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