Asura Blade: Sword Of Dynasty นิยาย & เรื่องราว

I went straight to prince Tyler who was about to kill my soldier and I blocked his sword with my pawns, I noticed the sword he is carrying 'seven star azure mystic dragon blade' the sword belonged to my ancestors but was stolen during my Father's reign, so it was in the hands of the vampires all this while, I must take it back me today. I turned my attention to him in time as the smirk on his face increasd seeing my look and he attacked me more furiously, I turned back to my human form to attack him and we started fighting seriously. °°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°

[Ravana's Blade of Desire] [Sealed] [One of the Six Divinity Blades] [Congratulation to the host on acquiring Ravana, The Sword of Desire] [An indestructible sword that bestows upon its wielder the wisdom to cut away from worldly pleasures. Sword of the Mighty God Ra, which he used to vanquish evil] [Sword Aura has been obtained] “…” I couldn't say anything. I've read a lot of novels, the majority of which were cultivation novels in which the main character trained for thousands and thousands of years to gain sword aura.

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 shouted. I stepped out from behind Rowan. The obsidian blade in my hand felt different now. It wasn't just a heavy piece of stone. It was light, almost weightless, and it thrummed with the soft, white light of the girl I had seen in the warehouse. It was the **Blade of the Unsaid**. Every word I had swallowed, every dream I had put aside for the sake of survival, every "I love you" that had been lost in the roar of battle—it was all there, feeding the light. Vane pivoted, his liquid form spinning like a drill. He ignored Rowan and came for me. He was fast—too fast for a human to track. He was a blur of silver and shadow.

“Then what are you here for?” He pulls his hand back out, and there is something in it. Metal catches the low light. He turns it once in his fingers and offers to handle it first. I know the weight of that blade before I touch it. Guild issue. My hand closes around it before the rest of me can object. The balance is clean and familiar and my grip adjusts on its own. “You recognize it,” he says. “How did you get this,” I ask. “It was delivered.” Silence thickens.

The impact sent him crashing to the ground of the cage. The crowd cheered crazily, screams erupted all around me. "BLADE!" "BLADE!" "BLADE!" I pulled out my custom-made blade gleamed with a savage hunger under the bright arena lights. The polished steel bore the name "Capone," etched into the metal like a proclamation of death. Its edge was as sharp as a serpent's fang. It looked eager to cut, having tasted the blood of many before. The handle, wrapped in black leather, felt like a coiled snake in my grip, ready to strike with deadly accuracy. This blade wasn't just a weapon; it was a merciless instrument of brutality, a symbol of my unrelenting power in this world.

Eryndor's Shadowing dagger seemed to dance in the moonlight, its dark blade slicing through the air with a haunting screee-ksss. Each strike landed with a thud-thwack-thoom, sending tremors through the troop's warriors. The troop's hearts raced as the violent zing-ting-zap of clashing daggers filled the field. The savages of warriors, fueled by fury and loyalty, clashed in a frenzy of arms and teeth. The ground grew slick with blood, the earthy smell mingling with the metallic tang of steel. Jack Wolf stood firm, his Moon-whisper spear shining with a soft, ethereal light. He parried Eryndor's strikes with a precision born of desperation, his movements a blur of speed and strength.

The man's daughter, tiptoed as he bent over for her to reach Axe, her small fingers reaching out to touch Axe's bruised arm, whispered, "It's okay, mister. Papa will take care of you." ‘I came here to find a kid to raise into an indomitable bodyguard that will be loyal to you for life, and yet you chose such a weakling and useless thing?’ Chairman Blade thought, staring down at Axe and then at the worried way his daughter glanced at him, her tiny hand holding onto hid dirty ones as tears trickled down her peachy cheeks.

“What is this?” “Asula made this. The power from the Phoenix stone is the only weapon that could weaken Idalak in the past, but unfortunately, it is not powerful enough to stop him."She wrapped a cloth around it, headed to the entrance of the cave, and stepped into the cold darkness. “You, I, and this blade are the only things that make Idalak tremble." She was saying when a familiar coldness formed an army of goosebumps on my skin. It felt darker and more brutal than ever. He was here. So Close.