Awesome Fantasy Sword 소설 & 이야기

Freya said and I laughed. We roared in laughter and sighed. After finishing breakfast, Freya exited my room. I gawked at my sword for a while and I recalled fond memories. I remembered when my father first gave me this sword and I couldn't lift it up at that time. I was quite upset about it but he encouraged me. This sword was made by one of the best blacksmiths in our pack. The metal was one of the strongest ever used, it was unbreakable. It could also kill any immortal alive, be it vampire, nephilim or any supernatural being.

magic, which is a move that can only store objects and use a lot of effort, seeing Andy fight So brave, so she decided to give BoldSword to Andy to deal with them. "Andy took it! Puff... Tired." Andy jumped up and grabbed the BoldSword, this is a pure white metal sword, the handle is very solid and a bit heavy, Andy feels the power inside this sword, so he decides to hold it. up and dance a few lines. Although he had never been taught swordsmanship by anyone, he was able to master it, Celica was also surprised that this picky sword could be used by Andy with such ease. But dancing a few punches just to scare away the water wolves, but nothing to do, Andy suddenly became exhausted and fai

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.

She held it tightly. Serra thought it was heavy but it was surprisingly light, light as a feather. It's like she's holding a twig, very comfortable in her hands. She stared at the shimmering sword. It has a beautiful gold hilt with an intricate carved angel wings above the handle, the blade was long as her arms and it was sharp and shiny, the light bounced on it, and Serra could see herself on it like a clear mirror. The sword was like made specifically for her as it was comfortable to her hands and it felt familiar and comforting to the touch.

I don’t have the heart to cut it just yet, although I know I should. It’s more like I can’t because I do not want to have an uneven mess. “We did weapons training. Did you know that there was a sword made by the Diafor mages that can cut through anything, living and non-living things alike?” I shuddered when I remembered how Zander had shown me the sword that looked taller than me then almost passed out when he showed me what it could do. It sliced a tree in front of my eyes.

A blinding flash of light appeared, almost blinding everyone and from it emerged a majestic Elf, dressed in striking black and gold robes. His silver hair flowed behind him like a banner, and his violet coloured eyes were sharp and deadly. He carried his sword of ice, the blade shimmering with a cold, ethereal glow.

Even though things had changed so much, I was still terrified to return there. I was a wanted fugitive, ordered to be killed the moment she is caught but I've managed to survive until now. Now, I head back for the home that rejected me, willingly. The door opened and Sansa walked in, she was holding a sword apart from hers. She sat down and handed it out to me. “What? You want me to have that? But it looks special, I possibly shouldn't..” “Take it.” She insisted and I took it reluctantly.. The sword was unlike any blade I have ever seen. It was a long blade of polished steel with faint blue veins running through it, a brown leather grip wrapped tightly around the hilt, and a name initials en

“What...? How did that get here?” Seraphina’s voice trembled as her eyes widened in horror. There, beneath her bed, lay a golden sword—polished, untouched, almost glowing. Its blade shimmered like sunlight on water, and the sapphire in its hilt seemed to pulse with an otherworldly energy. It was magnificent, dangerous, magnetic. She’d never seen anything like it in her life. The sword seemed to call to her, pulling her in with invisible strings.

The brother’s eyes flared with a golden, eerie radiance, so bright it seemed to hollow out his expression, leaving only wrath made visible. His voice rumbled through the fractured air, cold and divine. “You forced my hand, mortal… this next strike will be your end.” He stretched out his palm. Light gathered—first a spark, then a stream, then an overwhelming torrent. In a blink, a broad sword materialised in his grip, forged from blinding white and molten gold. Golden edges shimmered like heated metal meeting sunlight, while the white blade pulsed with interwoven golden runes that looked alive, crawling beneath the surface like veins. The hilt was short—not built for leverage, but for gods wh