Awesome Fantasy Sword 소설 & 이야기

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.

Hidden on the back of the painting were two swords she had hidden sometime ago along with other swords everywhere in the palace for situation like this " ah" a sharp pain hit Celeas back " what is it now?" She tryed to put her hand on her back, when she felt something wet " blood" Celea couldn't understand what was going on but she couldn't stop now. She had people she needed to protect Celea took the swords and went outside with the hope to find a witch to teleport her on the battlefield and there she was Andrea " Andrea!" Celea called and the witch turned to face were the voice was coming from

“Because of you … my mother died! Alice died!” “Your attempt to make me guilty for killing the weak is useless,” Terrowin said, keeping a blank expression. “The lives of the weak mean nothing to me.” Arth grunted as the white ribbons of alar surrounding the king shoved his sword that he had to reel back. He remembered what the Chief had told him before … that he could never win a fight with hatred. So he had to calm himself down. ‘That must be the king’s enchanted sword … Frostbane, the one Lucas have mentioned,’ Arth thought as the strings of alar compressed, forming into a long sword. It had twice the length of Blackwinter, having a white blade and a blue handle.

Then, Weston burst into tears once again and was crying much worse than ever before. Lucas was delighted within himself. 'Isn't that just the Holy Metallic Huge Sword?' "Stop crying. I'll compensate one for you," Lucas slowly said. Naturally, Weston did not believe that Lucas would compensate him with another Holy Metallic Huge Sword and was still crying. 'Holy Metallic Huge Sword?' 'It is just a huge sword made from the Holy Metal.' Lucas activated the Points Mall in his mind and search through the weaponry column. In no time, he found a huge sword that suited Weston.

What is that Brother? Nethersbane. The most magical artifact in the whole continent. It is also known as "The Holy Sword". It could kill anyone with just one slash. Ydar, being afraid that someone with ill intentions might possess this powerful thing, cast a spell on it. No one could wield it except if the sword itself will recognize them as its rightful master. " Swo, bwader wants to wab a vewey powerpyul swoyd? Yeyyy! Bwader Henry will kill mwonsters and bad guys! Bwader Henry is swo cool!"

Its face will be completely obscured to you. This is an ancient and sacred thing, an altar and effigy to a thing older than the ground upon which you stand. It will not do to dwell upon its nature, as this is something far beyond mortal comprehension, and to glimpse upon It would be to see into the very primordial ether of creation itself. In Its right hand, you will see, clutched tight, an axe you just saw with a handle carved from bone. Remember the magic sword, hold it tightly in your hands. That's the sorcerer's sword. Take a good revenge for her, avenge for her horrible death, you will send her spirit to eternal peace and you will have an ogrism tail to avenge for your land.

"That's right, an Elf ancestral relic sword!" The people around who were watching were shocked and amazed when they saw the sword belonging to elder Uwit. When his sword came out completely, elder Uwit grasped it with both hands and immediately came out wood that crawled from the handle of the sword and covered elder Uwit's body. The wood formed a protective armor that radiated such great strength.

XAVIER'S POV "Give it to the Prince," My uncle said to the guard —much to my surprise but who was I to refuse such an opportunity? I was handed the sword and I held it up, admiring the sheer beauty of it. I knew that legend had it that the sword was forged in the faraway lands of the dwarves with a craft that had been lost to men. The blade was carved out of a metal whose origin was unknown to any one of us still alive. The hilt of the sword was decorated with twelve diamonds embedded into a golden case.

Adonis Arnold also couldn't help but be curious. Indeed, he was extremely passionate about weapons. "Okay! Don't let people down! Open up!" Bernard Arnold looked at his subordinates and raised his voice to command. After the treasure box was opened, two people raised a long sword. The long sword has a handle with a phoenix bird wing, a dragon-shaped head, flexible and extremely beautiful. Everyone focused on the scene ahead, Bernard Arnold increased his tone. "Pair Spirit Blades, famous in one direction, everyone has heard of them!"

Something had to give soon before he snapped; he just had no clue what that something was. With the sun still mainly in the east, peeking through the trees that overshadowed his small sanctuary, he ran his gaze over the bronze blade, examining the intricate design of vines along the sword's edge, the faerie cross encased handle and the jewel in the middle of the pommel centered the sword's magic, or at least, that was what he had been told. He had yet to understand how that magic worked, not that he had time to study the mystical sword with Vargas, Bertram, and Aradhon along with a host of gargoyles and dark elves doing their best to kill him and his friends. Hopefully, things would calm dow