Asura Blade: Sword Of Dynasty Novels & Stories

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.

Shame this was evening happening to me. Unfortunatly, Damon moved to stand beside Ethan. “These are Twisted Blade push daggers. A tri-edge blade that spirals. Also known as a cyclone blade. They insure maximum damage with little effort. When used correctly, it will increase our killing effectiveness by 10%. Your opposite will bleed out before their wolf will be able to heal them.”

Disdainfully said Azanah while spinning her black spear with great skill before she changed her stance into a new one that suited to battle with the individual. "Heretic? What are you? one of those fanatics from the cultist sect?" Said in confusion, Duke Tian Dong Bring a sword from his storage ring. This sword gave off a powerful feeling; Its blade is luster in blue spirit qi aura. This sword is a weapon at the Celestial Grade which is considered rare even from the upper realm standard. He rushed to Azanah at high speed and swung the sword at her leg but Azanah uses a very limited space to move her leg and evade that attack as she counter-attack with the spear at the optimal movement and an

Haris was taken aback when he saw Adrian's attack. He had a deep impression of the Inferno Purgatory. It was this move that told him that Adrian’s weapons were top-notch treasures. As someone from Blade's Reach, Haris had been around weapons since childhood, particularly swords. Adrian's Divine Frost Slayer Blade was the most enigmatic weapon he had ever encountered. It seemed to possess a consciousness of its own, making it extraordinarily mysterious. As for the Hellblade, he deduced from his clashes with Adrian that it was an exceptionally rare and valuable weapon.

Kael shielded me with his body as the magic spun. And then, from the center of the relic chamber, a voice whispered— “The Luna’s Blade must return.” The light faded. And on a pedestal in the heart of the room, something floated. A sword. Unlike anything I’d ever seen. Its hilt wrapped in leather that shimmered like starfire, its blade forged of obsidian and moonlight fused. It pulsed like a living heart. Solen stepped forward, awe thick in his voice. “The Blade of Veyra. Lost for centuries. Forged in the tears of the Moon Goddess herself.”

An aura blade agglomerated in front of him. "Blast off!" It let off a sudden and hustling hissing sound that shook the space along its course. Willette was surprised and looked stern. He thought, 'So this is what a grandmaster of swordsmanship is capable of. All he needed was to raise his hand to create an aura blade.' He gulped and raised his hand to summon his sword. It was a straight and sharp two-edged sword with principles of law circling around it and engraved with the word, Azurite, on it. Most probably that was the name of the sword.

Yet the pressure and aura emitted from it instantly told everyone that the weapon was anything but ordinary. Silver and black symbols resembling ancient runes covered the body of the blade. The sword hilt carried the carving of a dragon head with glowing eyes. The moment the sword appeared, even the surrounding air seemed to grow heavier. “What sword is that?” the crowd watching outside muttered in shock and excitement. Before the other warriors could fully comprehend what was happening— Another streak of light burst out from the crack. This time Phoniex caught it. The light faded. A black whip appeared in her hand.

“Nah. Sold him to the black market. As a slave. Also, the women who saw your face have been removed. So don’t worry about it now.” “Thank you.” I started scrolling through the chapters of traditional herbs. “Busy?” “Nah. Just checking the skipped classes.” “I see. Have you met your first target?” “Not yet. I will soon,” I said, feeling something hard pressing against my back. It was the dagger His Majesty had gifted me. I took it out and looked at it carefully. It was a hundred-year-old dagger used by three generations of Alphas. The fact that it was still as sharp as a sashimi knife made me admire it even more.

One gold. Every person on the battlefield stared in disbelief. Even Seraphine's eyes widened. "Impossible..." Aster whispered. "The Twin Blades." Elyan slowly smiled. "So the prophecy was incomplete." The red-eyed creature staggered backward. Fear finally appeared in its burning crimson eyes. "No... It cannot be." Seraphine looked at Kael and Rhydian with quiet pride. "It is time." Kael gripped the silver blade. Rhydian raised the golden one. The two swords began to resonate, filling the battlefield with blinding light.

“No, regina. I made a prophecy.” She rises, spreading her arms. “This crown was never meant for the living. You both built an empire from corpses. Now it demands its due.” Her followers bow as she pulls a dagger from the altar — a blade forged from obsidian, its hilt engraved with our insignia. The Moretti crest. My crest. “How did you—?” I start, but Amara interrupts with a shot. The bullet tears through Leandra’s veil — but she doesn’t fall. The sound that follows isn’t pain. It’s laughter.