Aot Sword Novels & Stories

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.

So he needs to be out first. I stretched my hand to my back and gripped my sword. For the inexperienced eyes, it would look like a big round metal rod that has some symbols on it. In truth, it was a double bladed sword that can be divided into two pieces. It was a family heirloom, my father had left me. I gave the still sheathed sword a few swings and nodded. It has been a while since I used that thing on something else than the Infected, but I guess this would be a good exercise.

Adrian said, and as he spoke, the diamond sword in his hand unsheathed with a metallic clang. Shing! The diamond sword, like cutting through the sky, drew a sharp rift between them. Instantly, a deep groove appeared, and countless sword lights erupted from the ground. Astaroth suddenly felt a sense of danger. Adrian's display of power was indeed formidable. He hadn't even shown much, but just this move indicated how strong he was. "How about it, Astaroth? Do you want to continue?" Adrian asked. Astaroth fell silent. However, after only a moment, he made a decision. "Little ones, attack!"

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.”

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.

“How much?” Deacon put his hands up. “Celestial weaponry is not sold, Theo. The weapon is fated to a specific owner and that sword was destined to be yours.” Theo nodded, pretending he understood the meaning of it. Deacon pointed to the scabbard with a holster fit for a dagger in the chest. The moment Theo touched the scabbard, the sword shrunk to its original size. Convenient, he thought, as he sheathed the dagger into the scabbard.

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.