Aot Sword Novels & Stories

ALANNA Azeroth generally looks like a large swamp with overgrown mangroves. This place is very creepy and even the slightest sound is enough to send shivers down my spine. "Are we really in the right plane? This place looks like a swamp to me" Azalea says as she draws out her sword. "We don't know what to expect around here, so we have to be careful" I say as I unsheathe Zeron's sword. It is a bronze colored sword with a jeweled silver handle. I've only seen him with the sword a few times and I'd taken it with me in case I needed to defend myself.

She lifted it to her lips and kissed the back of it gently. "Your Highness," Aurora said softly, her voice barely above a whisper. The king looked down at her, his expression unreadable. As Aurora knelt before Ragnar, her eyes caught sight of the sword that hung from his waist. It was a beautiful weapon, the hilt encrusted with diamonds and the blade polished to a shine. The sight of it reminded her of her father, who had always carried a sword with him wherever he went. She couldn't help but feel a pang of homesickness.

Devin smiled and said nothing. Devin sized up the Arondight on the table. This was the gift from the Holy Court to apologize to Jason. "The legendary sword of loyalty is really extraordinary."Looking at the Arondight, Devin said with a smile. His palm brushed across the body of the sword. It was a good sword that was no weaker than Tyrfing and Harpe. Swordsman could not remain indifferent to the famous sword. "Here you are. You've accepted a disciple. Consider it as my gift to you!" Throwing Arondight casually to Devin, Jason said with a smile.

Sekora asked. “You will be able to recognize them by the symbols on the hilt, first there is the Tsunami sword recognizable by the wave, next is the Earth breaker sword represented by broken earth, next is the Shadow sword represented by a ghost, next is the Sun saber represented by a sun, next is the Phoenix Wing sword recognized by wings, next is the Speed sword represented by a rabbit and finally there is the Power sword represented by a bull.” D2 replied going back to the lighter tone of voice.

“Ah! I-Is that the Athuran Sword?” “It’s the divine sword of the Athurans. It used to be Grand Emperor Lamont’s sword. The Athuran Sword is also an Imperial Weapon.” “Yorick’s aura grew stronger after calling forth the Imperial Weapon. The Athuran Sword has boosted his strength significantly.” Many prodigies present were shocked to see Yorick summon the Authuran Sword. No one expected Thea to be strong enough to force Yorick to use his Imperial Weapon. Imperial Weapons were weapons used by Grand Emperors.

The air crackled with energy as her obscure words, which only the Gods could hear, filled the hall, weaving a web of power that only she could command. Suddenly, a whirlwind of shimmering swords materialised around the traitors, their blades gleaming with a silvery light. Each sword represented a facet of the crimes committed by the accused, a manifestation of the justice that would be meted out. The swords spun faster and faster, creating a mesmerising dance of light and Aurōraítēs, a metal of shimmering colours like the Mundane Realm's Northern Lights, entrancing the onlookers. The traitors stood frozen in place, their eyes wide with fear as they realised the full extent of the Queen's wra

He had to consider who he was fighting for. The thoughts that were spinning through his mind suddenly came to a grinding halt. Without saying a word, Alex reached his right arm over his shoulder. The sword sheathed on his back was not like a normal blade. He crafted it himself with precise ingenuity. On the hilt of the sword, a small handle stuck outward from the side. Alex grabbed hold of the handle and pulled the sword from his back. The blade itself was rather short, only a little over fifteen inches in length. Attached from the bottom end of the hilt was a series of firm, leather straps, which Alex quickly fitted along his arm just above his elbow. Alex had been taught from day one that

“A very powerful witch. I’m sure you’ll meet her and her mate Ezra soon enough. Jamison brought out a scabbard and Ard’al pulled a beautifully made broad sword. The wooden handle was etched and the blade was engraved with symbols he didn’t understand. “The sword is spelled and blessed”, Ard’al said. Rainn took the blade from his hand and couldn’t believe how well balanced it was. “You start training using that tomorrow”, Ard’al called as he headed out the door.

"I’m not going to make the same mistake as before.” David drew his sword, its silver shimmering like moonlight on water. It glowed in the night. People gasped, and Oren’s gaze followed the sword almost warily. "And I will not make the same mistake my ancestor did," he vowed, his voice low and steely. "I invoke the whispers of the earth, the silence of the stars, and the very heart of the universe in this oath. For all you have done, the stars will judge my sword fair, and the moon will never deign to shine on the spot where I felled you."

"This Tizona sword is very heavy but my father entrusted it to me. I must not disappoint him. I know that he will despise me once I failed!" Prince Arthur raised the Tizona sword in the skies. "I am Prince Arthur, the only son of the King of Alabama. I take pride in my sword and I shall defeat you with this!" When the lion arrived in front of Prince Arthur, he attacked using his marvelous triangular fencing skill, then the lion vanished into thin air.