Artorias Sword Novels & Stories

Fur himself looked down at her furiously, and then broke out into a fit of laughter. "You are one of the best swordsman, swordswoman, I should say, I have faced in many a years" Nila positively beamed at this and nodded her head in thanks. "Sorry about your rib by the way, I really didn't want to lose." Nila and Fur stepped to the side to allow the next two combatants. The fight was not as interesting and didn't last long but it was entertaining nonetheless. In the end a short boy named Arturo won the bout by ring out.

The unfortunate High Classes in its way also had their lives robbed. Arthur marveled at the power of the sword light. “I’d call you Reaper,” Arthur smirked and continued on his rampage.

His head turned toward the windows — slow, deliberate — eyes unfocused, pupils wide. Storm lifted his arm and pointed. “Bad man is here.” Not frightened. Stated. Thorn appeared in front of him in an instant, dark wings half-unfurled in instinctive guard posture, ready for a fight. The shift in his aura was violent, one heartbeat calm, the next a silent, deadly weapon made of shadow and ancient vow. Kira materialized a breath later, robes still trailing residual silver sparks; they had been scrying him from the far wing, sensing the shift through Storm before he even finished speaking.

For a short while each morning, the citadel felt almost peaceful. Adrian stepped into the open courtyard with his sword resting against his shoulder. The stone beneath his boots was cold, still damp with the night’s lingering frost. Thin mist curled along the edges of the training grounds, giving the towering walls a ghostlike appearance. He set the sword down carefully in the center of the courtyard. The weapon was enormous—nearly as tall as his shoulder and heavy enough that most soldiers struggled to lift it with both hands. Adrian lifted it easily. The familiar weight settled into his grip like an old companion.

In the center of that, Noah drew a long sword, even the blade was blood red with a rose bat pattern carved out of it. There is a pair of silver bat wings at the hilt of the sword. Toddlers didn't have any weapons, but he looked at Noah with a smile on his face. "Sarnus really loves you, he even gave you the Rose Holy Sword, just in time, it will be mine too!" Toddlers said and rushed towards Noah . The other blood bats followed suit and rushed towards Noah , surrounding him. They attacked so fast that I couldn't see them at all, but could only see countless shadows passing before my eyes.

He was like a refreshing breath of air. "Oh, right, this is Leon Amberton," Dr. Flemington said, introducing me to the man. "He's your senior here. Since you've just returned, you might still need some time to get used to things here again. Leon here will help you and show you the ropes again." Leon nodded slightly, looking at me in a friendly manner. "Nice to meet you, Calista Summers." He kept showering me with warmth on the way back to the research center, and his little action made me feel warm and cozy on the inside too.

I didn’t lower my sword. Theron didn’t either. “Why is it bowing?” I asked. “Because I bear the mark of the binding,” Arielle said. “But it doesn’t mean I command it. Just that it knows me.” “And is that good?” The judge straightened. Lifted one hand. And drew a blade made of fractured air. A sword without a name. A blade of verdict. “It’s not good,” Arielle said. The judge stepped forward. And the battle began.

Sword sheathed, Elaine started to undo her armor, Leana following suit but two paces behind. Andrew had finished before Elaine had; he preferred to train in the earlier sessions, and the girl often trained in the afternoon. Placing the armor back into her compartment, Elaine set her sword beneath it. Everything within her storage cupboard was neat, her armor clean, and her sword pristine. Elaine had very few possessions in the world, and what she did have, she took care of. Andrew's own armor looked tarnished in the compartment beside hers, and his sword was missing entirely. Walking towards the exit of the training room, the brunette pushed past the ginger, receiving another glare. Without

Without hesitation, Aurora grabbed Arielle's hands and dragged her to where Arnold was, Arielle couldn’t resist because she was too weak and her strength had long betrayed her. Arnold attached the crystal to the sword and raised it, the sword started flaming. The wind began to stir and Arnold began to chant By the moon’s light and ancient sword I now summon hidden power Stone and sword, joined by blood, Let fate be fulfilled, let my will be done. Arnold immediately plunged the sacred sword into her chest, and the sharp metal pierced into her heart. He twisted the blade cruelly and her blood pooled on the floor as its metallic scent lingered in the air.

“You are not a real swordsman so don’t let the LARP get to your head. You might poke somebodies eyes out.” The other guy supported this argument by saying, “Arthur is right, Barabis. Although that sword is made of wood, it can still poke somebody’s eyes out if you are not careful.” Barabis smiled and remarked, “You guys are just jealous that your swords aren’t as cool as mine. Yours is the worst, Franklin.” He held his mighty weapon up for the heavens to adore. “This magnificent blade was hand forged by me in the pit of Obsidian Pandour.” “More like the bottom of your basement, bro.” Barabis’s friends laughed at his ridiculous display of valour, moreover, told him that he was the reason why