Awesome Fantasy Sword Novels & Stories

On his head he had the crown and wore black leather pants and a gold and green farset, at his side he wore the sword tied to a belt. The apple of the sword had been made entirely of gold and had an elaborate handle with gems and runes, the blade had golden drawings and some writing in some strange language that Sumon did not know. The blade had been given to him by one of his most trusted lords as a coronation gift, they had also given one to Sumon, smaller and decorated with gems and tiaras: an ornament that he had asked to hang on one of the walls of his room. Not because she wanted to use it, but she liked to look at it from time to time, imagining the electric shock that would run throug

I held my hand out, feeling mist and black smoke gather, forming into a cool length of metal that sang against my skin. The Sword lengthened as if from thin air and I hefted it, the weight gleaming black metal comforting in my hands. I slashed in the direction of Eryndor’s lunge and he twisted, barely managing to get out of the way. He tumbled to the ground behind me and leapt back to his feet, his eyes fixed solely on my weapon. The black length was double-edged, ending in a sharp point that seemed to catch the light when it moved, despite its color. The hilt was solid gold and cast in the shape of small wings sprouting from either side of the grip. It was a majestic weapon. Eryndor’s eyes

“It’s solid.” Seraphina’s stomach dropped. His eyes lifted to hers, searching, not accusing but seeing too much. “This isn’t normal.” “No,” she said quietly. “It isn’t.” For a moment, neither spoke. The night pressed close, the garden glittering like crystal around them. Cale sheathed his sword. “Are you in danger?” The question startled her. “What?” “You’re trembling,” he said simply. “And the frost, it doesn’t feel like something you meant to do.”

"We don't need to go to Lin's house. Let's go to my place so I can change. This is a minor wound. I can handle it myself." Ludriev took her spirit sword she had previously put on the side of the arena, and followed him without anymore words. Spirit sword was forged in a special method for those who reached a certain level in swordsmanship. The sword was unique and believed to be sacred, as it had its own spirit, which, if it didn't feel a strong connection with the wielder, they wouldn't be able to use it. Therefore, usually a sword spirit only had one owner and vice versa.

COME FORTH HOLY SWORD COVENANT! *A white-blue striped colored swords comes out at Elaine's hands* Haha, haha! So that's why you called the sword saint, then let me show you mine as will, COME FORTH SWORD AT THE THRONE OF THE GOD OF ZERONITY I CALL UPON YOU THE GOD OF ZERONITY TO COME TO ME AND LET ME USE YOU HEAVENLY GOD SWORD EXDILDURAL! *Then a white-golden cloud appeared out of nowhere there the sword exdildural come out at the clouds and going towards taso's direction then taso grabs the sword and taso said*

"I'll pay for it for you, as my apology for your broken sword yesterday." I called a waiter to retrieve the sword from the showcase. Unlike the previous attendant, this time a young male waiter with black pants and a white shirt came. He opened the cabinet and handed me the sword. "W-wait, Vans, I don't want it," Livi replied, gesturing to decline. "But didn't you say you wanted it?" Why did she suddenly change her mind? In my opinion, it's a good sword, made of magical mithril material, strong, and can be infused with magical energy.

I outburst in frustration. Damien chuckled. "She'll be fine; she's just afraid. She's awake, Sage, maybe not mentally but physically. She needs assurance that she's safe before she can heal completely and wake." My brows furrowed in confusion. "She's an Afsrid wolf." I didn't say a word yet, but I digested what he had just said.

“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.

Immediately, all her lightening redirects to my sword. Lorelai’s eyes go wide, and she screams her frustration. I pull my sword out of the ground. “Lightening Wielder.” I tell her. My sword had been forged by dwarves. Their magic is strong and they put their magic into the swords they create. This one had been a gift from my father. He gave it to me, knowing lightening was the strongest part of my air element. It just worked out for me that Lorelai decided to take the air element. She cannot defeat me using lightening.

Pushing open the back door to his stall, I gazed at the array of weapons that lay on the tables. Swords, bows, arrows and axes littered the tables. "When did you have time for this?" I whispered. Father surely hadn't done all of these in one day. As I gazed at the array of weapons, one weapon caught my eye. It was a silver sword. At the base of the handle was a purple gemstone. Gently grasping it, I felt the weight shift in my hand. Swords weren't my cup of tea. To me, they were heavy and left you open, but I still loved the way this sword looked.