Awesome Fantasy Sword Novels & Stories

I look at her in shock. “How do you know all this?” I ask her and she looks towards the fireplace. “I had a dream about the sword. The blade is made of Elven steel. The blade is enchanted. It is the purest metal. It absorbs the soul of the dead. Only the one who is the bearer can wield the sword without them being killed.” She says like it’s no big deal.

I need my sword. Reaching behind my back, I feel the cool, smooth texture of my marking shift beneath my fingers. There’s a brief moment where the ink pulses, almost as if it’s alive, before it solidifies into the hilt of my sword. I draw it out, feeling the familiar weight settle into my hand. The blade hums with energy, a glowing blue that pulses in time with my heartbeat. This sword is mine, a part of me, born of my blood and soul. Athena’s gift, forged from my very essence.

With the remaining strength of the swordsman, the giant demon finally succeeded in being sealed and turned into a sword with a terrible aura. The sword was locked up and hidden in a mountain in the middle of the desert of death. The desert was so hot that no one could live in it. However, the swordsman and his descendants live and continue to grow under the foot of the mountain. To guard and protect that dangerous sword from the hands of people who are greedy for power. after that great event, the world became more peaceful and serene. The story of the battle of the king who turned into a dragon demon against a swordsman, was immortalized by people into a legend and a story that continues to

“All these weapons you have right now have the blessing from different fairies, gods, and goddesses. Those are made by fine iron, gold, diamonds, and parts of mythical creatures that I hunted myself.” I'm not sure if I should feel proud initially or admire the sword he stated is mine from now on. I reached for the blade and was immediately struck by its overpowering force; it seemed to have a soul and is coursing through my body, connecting with my own heart. My hands and eyes began to light unconsciously as I stared. Blue flames erupted from within me and enveloped the sword. My body began to feel lighter, I blinked, and something appeared in front of me when I opened my eyes.

The blade gleamed with a brilliant silver light, its edge shimmering with a promise of sharpness. The blood sword! I exclaimed internally, astonished by the fact that I had successfully conjured the legendary weapon known to be wielded by a valiant warrior from Cairos—a neighboring nation to Springgan. Apollo had shared stories about it, expressing his dream to create such a weapon one day. Empowered by the gauntlet, I held the blood sword with ease. The blade's edge gleamed, a testament to its lethal potential. Just as the icy shield surrounding me shattered, the dominus seized the opportunity to consume me. Its jaws opened wide as it lunged towards me. Reacting swiftly, I positioned the sw

Then he began to walk inside without waiting for me. What was wrong with him? He ran his tattooed fingers through his light blue hair. I stared at his great physique from afar before he disappeared into the building. I looked around just to see the bodyguards gazing intently at me. Like I had committed a crime. I shifted my gaze away and gripped my wedding gown firmly. I moved my feet in compliance. I suddenly became interested in the whole house as I enjoyed the amazing view of the circular waterfall with water pouring down from it.

Corvu pulls on my reins and stops the horse right in the middle, where it’s obvious many travelers had stopped to build camps since it was mostly just grass and dirt. “There is something you could do.” He states, dismounting. Cautiously copying him, I get off the horse. I hadn’t yet decided on a name for her. I was thinking of just calling her White. Corvu pulls on the blanket he had secured to his horse earlier that day, from it dropped an assortment of weapons. I step back, startled. He pulls out a quiver and bow, then holds it out to Gecko. “It’s fastened better than yours.” He explains, trying really hard to keep a stoic expression as Gecko accepts the gift with excitement. “And for the

He knew that persuading Lily Moon was futile, so he shifted his attention to Sebastian. "Junior Brother Sebastian, it's good that you want to help Junior Sister. I appreciate it, but unfortunately, your cultivation is still shallow. If you go, you won't be of any help to Junior Sister; instead, you might cause trouble. It's better to consider it carefully." At this point, Alexander waved his hand, and a green sword appeared in his hand. "This sword is called the Pure Yang Meridian Sword, a mysterious-grade treasure sword that I used when I built the foundation. As long as Junior Brother Sebastian promises not to cause trouble, I will give this sword to you."

But Luna's unwavering determination never wavered, and they pressed on. Suddenly, they came upon a massive chamber, its walls adorned with intricate symbols and ancient markings. In the center of the room, atop a stone pedestal, lay a majestic sword, pulsating with raw energy. Luna's eyes widened with recognition. "The Sword of Light," she whispered. "Legend has it that this ancient artifact has the power to banish darkness." Amelia approached the sword cautiously, her hands trembling with anticipation. As she reached out to touch it, the room rumbled once more, causing debris to fall around them.

"But if given an opportunity, I also want to learn how to fight with swords, preferably lightweight ones." Sir Dallas clapped his hand once loudly and pointed at the High Lord. "He owns lightweight swords, usually used by winged Feralis." He brought his hand down the table. "I'm quite sure the weapons of Luminozenko and Earth are the same or have similarities in some ways, but the type of sword he usually uses is called Zerfara." I looked at the High Lord. "Zerfara, sir?" "Yes." Lord Lavendori nodded and he tapped on his bracelet, making it glow before a sword started materializing in his hand that he raised.