Awesome Fantasy Sword Novels & Stories

"Do you know what this is?" Fu Mei shook her head innocently. Although she didn't know it, she could feel the infinite deterrence on the sword. She knew that the sword was definitely extraordinary. "Haha, it's nothing. It's just the Purple Heaven Sword, a Purple Gold Divine Weapon." "Purple... Gold Divine Weapon?" Fu Mei was very surprised. Among the magic weapons, Samuel’s Pangu Axe and Lu Ruoxin’s Xuanyuan Sword were almost heaven-defying. Both of them had displayed shocking performances in the battle.

ALANNA Azeroth generally looks like a large swamp with overgrown mangroves. This place is very creepy and even the slightest sound is enough to send shivers down my spine. "Are we really in the right plane? This place looks like a swamp to me" Azalea says as she draws out her sword. "We don't know what to expect around here, so we have to be careful" I say as I unsheathe Zeron's sword. It is a bronze colored sword with a jeweled silver handle. I've only seen him with the sword a few times and I'd taken it with me in case I needed to defend myself.

“Watch your mouth child! And to answer that question, no you aren’t blessed. You just happened to be born of a werewolf and a hybrid elf/spell caster couple. That doesn’t make you blessed. Danu and I will be blessing you with a sword.” What? Seriously is that it? “Um okay cool? What is a sword going to help me do that my magic can’t?” Danu rolls her eyes and huffs, “It’s not a normal fucking sword Morrigan, it’s the Sword of the Divine. Meaning whatever it strikes, it kills.” “That makes WAY more sense then. Well, now hand it over so I can go slay some bitches.” I laugh, holding my hand out. “Yeah, that’s not how this is going to work. You will only receive the Sword of the Divine when you a

It was a fine and reputedly magical sword with two sharp blade edges made in crystal and a silver white cruciform lightly covered by gold chains. “These chains will be wrapped around your hand from the beginning of your battle and will start to loosen once there are no enemies left to fight,” Mr. Napoleon informed me. I nodded my head as a response. I am completely dumbstruck and wasn’t able to utter a word due to amazement. “Wow!” Lane almost shouted. “My dear, that definitely looks like the sword of Queen Aria,” she added. “Indeed,” the dwarves’ leader cleared his throat and continued, “It does look the same because it is the real sword of the Queen. One of the first weapons I have made an

Shandra ignores him and flashes the werewolf a big smile. "I'm very grateful, really." Shandra looks at the sword with admiration, impressed with its beauty and powerful aura. She feels the vibration of the weapon in her hands and realizes that there is something special about it, something that goes beyond the material. "This sword is truly magnificent," says Shandra, still enthralled. "What should I call it?" The werewolf woman smiles gently. "This is the Sword of Aurora. It is a legendary weapon, passed down from generation to generation in our family. Now, it has chosen you as its bearer."

The arrow exploded upon hitting Lollaine. She felt her inside turned to millions of thousand needles. The extreme excruciating pain made her to wail silently on her head. Since she under the king's mind possession no sound came out from her instead, her mouth agape wide. This time King Zeldour amasses a very intense magical force. Appeared on his hands a very sharped pointed sword made of air. It is the Zypherious sword; Aereous Assoure.

Salj seemed a bit let down after that. Matthew became curious. “Why? What’s wrong?” Salj unsheathed the sword and showed the blade to Matthew. “This sword, it is imbued with dark magic. Upon summoning astra, it lights itself on fire. The user does not have to chant any spells nor do anything special. On top of that, the blade is made using a special type of material that is not even metal.” The dwarf explained with such obsession. Matthew was surprised to hear this, especially the part that was said to be non-metal. “What do you mean it’s not metal?”

It was filled with copper, silver and gold royals, all to help supply them while they sought out allies. After Boro said his farewell and accepted the money, he quickly made himself busy checking out the two pack horses. He wanted to give Littume and Lord Jetir space for there farewells. He saw Jetir give his son a firm hug and share a few words with him. Then he saw Lord Jetir unwrap the cloth and from it pulled out an ornate brown and gold scabbard. The scabbard was too thick to belong to a rapier, and too wide to be a katan, the long slightly curved, single edge style sword that Boro himself used. This one was as wide as the width of his palm and had two edges to it. A broadblade, an olde

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.

“Sanguis Umbra... arise.” From my back, wings exploded—jagged, glass-like constructs of obsidian laced with crimson veins. The sky flickered with lightning as the blood in my veins answered my call. A hiss escaped my lips as my sword appeared—Crimson Mourning—forged in the underworld and fed with the souls of fallen enemies. The blade thrummed in my hand, alive, hungry. All around us, the wizards unleashed their spells. Lightning, flame, frost—chaotic and furious. But I moved with the grace of a phantom, slicing through the spells as I charged forward.