Awesome Fantasy Sword Novels & Stories

Alice was lost of words. " When the devine creator made these twin swords he gave them to me and my brother as the keepers and devine rulers of the world, to use it to bring peace and protection to the people, but my brother... My dear brother wanted it all to himself and we had to fight, the twin swords do not fight againts each other, instead the fight alongside each other, me and my brother fighting with each other is the same thing as the twin sword fighting againts it's other half and the divine creator didn't create it for that purpose so he create a consequence for it. When the two swords clashed againts each other it created a rift in the world and also affected the well-being and re

X voice grew coldly. Isreal began laughing hysterically, as he unsheathed a long sword. “It seems as if you do not understand your place. I have you surrounded, surrender and I will spare your life, as Lord Henderson will decide you fate. He will be the god to judge you.” The sword Israel held was definitely finely crafted. The Sword was hand forged as the Damascus pattern resembled a calm river. The hilt was made of bronze and fitted with gold. No matter what quality his sword was, it will still rubbish before X’s translucent blade.

Every time she drew out a gorgeous red sword of different lengths. The hand of the female Martial Demigod showed a strange sword formula. In an instant, the three strange swords merged with the gorgeous thin swords in her hand and turned into a brand-new sword, as wide as three fingers. The shoulder joint of the sword looked like phoenix wings, and there were faint purple Chaotic Mists flashing on the body of the sword. Xie Jieyu held the sword and waved it casually. Instantly, a heavenly river appeared in the void and the purple Chaotic Aura split apart everything.

"Jack wolf, please!" With a surge of adrenaline, Jack Wolf summoned every last ounce of strength. The spear shone brighter, its power surging through him like a river of light. Eryndor's eyes widened in surprise as Jack Wolf's grip tightened, the spear's tip pressing deeper into his chest. The dark magic swirling around him began to falter. Eryndor stood on his ground. The air was electric with the clash of steel and the scent of sweat and blood. Eryndor's Shadowing dagger seemed to dance in the moonlight, its dark blade slicing through the air with a haunting screee-ksss.

It seemed to move slowly, but in fact, it was very fast. Behind him, a mysterious light wheel condensed. It rotated gently, and all kinds of Electrical power gathered on it. Its aura was extremely terrifying. Meanwhile, Zephyr Khan kept making handprints in his hands, as if the whole hands contained the thunderbolt Great Way of Heaven and Earth. "Bang!" A holy and mysterious long sword began to appear in phantom of the Great. The long sword was covered with dragon scale lines, with thunder and lightning swirling around it, giving off an amazing killing aura.

I sneer, dragging her back to Anastasia and march right back into the fracas of magic. Magical lights of blue, green, purple, yellow, red, gold splash across the sky. It's actually really pretty. It's funny because the black magic coming from the Abyss isn't even half as powerful as ours is. They don't actually know how to use offensive magic. All they are able to do is put up weak shields that crumble moments later. I'd laugh... but now's not the time.

Her pocket sagged with the vial’s weight, that damn glass nagging her, and Ezra’s laugh still rang in her head—his smug ass waving the key like a prize. “Grab something!” Roman shouted, voice torn over the rush, his other hand scrabbling at the wall’s edge, now just a crumbled lip of concrete. The water was winning, surging up her ribs, tugging at her soaked jacket. She gagged on it, tasting mud and salt, her arm screaming where the knife had cut—blood swirling red in the dark churn.

I fought alongside Cain, our magic entwined in a deadly dance, as we pushed back the enemy forces. Amidst the chaos, I spotted a figure lunging toward Cain, sword raised high. Time seemed to slow as I stretched my hand out, desperation lending strength to my voice. “Stop!” I cried, and at that moment, lightning streaked across the sky, striking the assailant’s weapon. The blade shattered into pieces, leaving Cain unharmed. It was a reminder that my powers had been restored, and I marveled at the wonder of it all.

She turned on the light and gazed at her reflection in the mirror. Her porcelain skin shone under the light, she wondered how long it had been since she last cut herself. At once, she felt thirst rising in her for her own blood. Her hand went to the the upper cabinet and she pulled out a blade. She ran her index finger on the sharp blade and went to sit in the bathtub. She ran the blade on the inside of her thigh intricately as if being careful to not mess up her art and neatly drew an A. Blood oozed out of the Alphabet but she ran a finger on it. Totally numb to the pain.

On the pavilion floor lay a sword carved with a dragon, and standing on it was the man who had shouted. He stooped slightly, breath ragged; his eyes were bloodshot, bulging as if they might pop from their sockets. Through gritted teeth he thought, 'Xiu Jian is a damned wretch! I can’t even burn his sword!' Indeed, the trembling, furious man was Huang Fu, and the blade beneath his boot was the Sacred Dragon Sword. He had tried to set the sword aflame—yet not only did the flames refuse to take, the fuel he poured seemed to be absorbed and vanished, drying as if swallowed by the metal itself.