Asta Swords Novels & Stories

Reina clearly understood Alta's stare. Alta's ears focus on listening to Reina speaking, while his eyes went to the other side. Reina wore a sleeveles spajama without bra, letting something behind it appear out of place. It was quit big, awakening the other side of Alta which had been struggling for a long time. "Why are you here?" asked Alta in sharp tone, deliberately turning his own desires aside. "Al, don't do that." Reina approached and stood before Alta with tears in her eyes.

He was sure he had seriously wounded Adrian earlier, yet Adrian now appeared stronger than ever. Boom! The force shattered everything in its wake. The void trembled as Adrian wielded the Soul Devouring Sword, slashing through the sky with a single stroke. Crack! Andy’s eyes widened in disbelief. His own sword had been snapped in half by Adrian’s strike—cleanly severed without any resistance. He couldn’t believe it. His sword, forged from black iron, had been broken like this. It was shocking beyond words. “Impossible!” he wailed. Andy’s weapon, crafted from precious black iron, had been shattered completely. The sight was truly horrifying.

Plans formed. A knock echoed at the door. Dante froze. Gabrielle reached for a blade. The door creaked open. Elira stood there, blood on her hands, eyes wide. "He knows," she whispered. "He’s coming." A shadow moved behind her. A blade flashed. Dante lunged. The candle went out.

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.

I conceded. “…I heard it,” Kuroyuki added. Hearing Kuroyuki’s remark, August inadvertently leaks out a troubled expression. …Of course he would. Star Falling Sword Arts— is a modern swordsmanship from the western region, which uses rapier and longsword. Inspired by the constellations, the founder of the Star Falling Sword Arts conceived a total of 88 constellation styles. Learning either 2 from the 88 is already more than enough to deal against bullets from a rifle, and thus— many well-refined swordsmen from the western region are the disciples of the Star Falling Sword Arts.

And in the middle, on a stone bridge that spanned the torrent, stood Leigh’s father. Lord Valerius was a tall, lean man like a hardened sapling. He wore no armor, only a worn leather jerkin over a grey tunic. His hair was more silver than black, tied back. He held no weapon. He stood alone on the bridge, facing Gryffen’s army, a solitary figure of calm authority.

I need my sword. Reaching behind my back, I feel the cool, smooth texture of my marking shift beneath my fingers. There’s a brief moment where the ink pulses, almost as if it’s alive, before it solidifies into the hilt of my sword. I draw it out, feeling the familiar weight settle into my hand. The blade hums with energy, a glowing blue that pulses in time with my heartbeat. This sword is mine, a part of me, born of my blood and soul. Athena’s gift, forged from my very essence.

I saw Zen adjusted his posture and became more focused. "Ang isa sa kanila ay isang inscribed steel sword. Ito ay tinadtad ng Church of the Eternal Scorching Sun. Ito ay may kasamang nagpapadalisay at mga epekto. Ito ang kalaban ng Ghosts, Wraiths, Zombies, at iba pang undead na nilalang. Maaari pa rin itong gamitin sa loob ng tatlong taon. Siyempre, ang talas nito ay sapat na para makapatay." Ang boses ng babae ay nag-iba sa volume, isang malinaw na pagtatangka upang itago ang kanyang mga kasarian.

“This must be the legendary Thirteen Heavenly Swords!” “Wrong. That was only the First Sword Realm. According to my understanding, the Thirteen Heavenly Swords have two sword realms. The Second Sword Realm is the true form of the Thirteen Heavenly Swords.” The martial artists watched the battle in the distance. Everyone was shocked by Tobias’ swordsmanship. He moved as fast as lightning. Boom! Another collision of swords happened. James held up his Blade of Justice to block the attack. Tobias slashed down from above and pressed his sword against the Blade of Justice.

[A brief silence, Claude inhales heavily before speaking. “That Buster Sword’s blade… is made of Tungsten.” Claude added. “What!?” Martha’s expression. “No way! I thought Tungsten isn’t a good idea for a sword, knowing that it reduces someone’s physical attribute including speed, dexterity and agility.” Clark replied. “That is the reason why we use 1045 or 1060 Carbon Steels that Salvagers collected for swords, it gives a good hardness and balance weight to every Swordsman.” Martha explained. “There are two things that bothers me and baffles in my mind.” Claude confessed.