Awesome Fantasy Sword Novels & Stories

At this point all eyes were on the two than it happened everyone was left mouth open Celeas wings were finally out, unlike her father's black ones her were a silver gray probably the combination of his black ones and her mother's most likely withe onse she then picked her swords up from the ground and attack him, their fight was impossible to keep up with, the only thing they could see was a golden light looking like a falling star moving from one place to another " they are insane..." Salma the war was now only between Celea and her father while the others stood by and watched their fight, Draco than went up and picked Dereus up knowing Celea cared a lot about him he wanted to protect him,

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!"

He let go of the horse's reins, stepped back and slapped him on the rump, forcing him to step aside. - I'm afraid that my money is not enough to feed your company, but there is something else - his voice sounded very calm, indifferent. A gloved hand pulled a sword from its scabbard. The Daitras laughed. Against their background, a tall, thin boy looked like a puppy among wolves. The sword left its scabbard and gleamed silver in the sunlight, a string of intricate runes ran across the blade in flashes. The outlandish weapon looked completely alien, they don’t do this in their world - neither the shape nor the sharpening corresponded to the accepted standards of forging, and at the same time i

He no longer knew right from wrong, and worst of all, his one bite could make another just as mad as him. “Beasty, I would like that weapon now.” Sure, my precious master. Just channel me through your magic. I did as I was told and channelled Ambisose through my magic. A sword appeared in my mindscape—a deadly beauty in sight. Three feet long, basket-hilted with sapphires and emeralds on its hilt, a schiavona sword with sharp double-edged blades which had the deadly aura, but somehow it felt safe to me. I reached out to hold its hilt. A flash filled my mindscape, and everything went white as soon as I held the sword in my hand. I didn't even realise that I had completely shifted into my mind

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