Awesome Fantasy Sword Novels & Stories

Sekora asked. “You will be able to recognize them by the symbols on the hilt, first there is the Tsunami sword recognizable by the wave, next is the Earth breaker sword represented by broken earth, next is the Shadow sword represented by a ghost, next is the Sun saber represented by a sun, next is the Phoenix Wing sword recognized by wings, next is the Speed sword represented by a rabbit and finally there is the Power sword represented by a bull.” D2 replied going back to the lighter tone of voice.

James walked toward Santino step by step, and Santino slowly backed away. At that moment, he had the idea of fleeing. However, he remembered his purpose of coming to the Twelfth Universe and stopped in his tracks. A dazzling glow appeared before him and turned into a sword. The sword was two meters long and had a sharp blade. Its blade glowed and exuded terrifying power. At a glance, James could tell it was a Chaotic Treasure. Santino held the long sword, and his aura grew stronger. He charged at James with a ferocious expression. He appeared in front of James in a flash and slashed his sword.

Of course, the sword is silver. There is an engraving on my blade, and a wavy feel to the handle. That's right, this sword is always the same when I hold it. Moreover, there is the bloodlust I feel when I wield this sword, a taste that is still the same as in the past. Meanwhile Minos was wide-eyed as I held the sword with both hands. "Two-handed Sword. Lord Antares?" He was surprised when he saw me wielding the Antares sword.

I blurted out, “I know there's something else you want, aside from me.” A smile appeared on his face, “I love that you see through me. You are right, I'm searching for something else.” “What is it?” I asked fearlessly. Alastor's face turned serious, “A sword.” He declared. “A legendary sword called Ashera. The sword was named after the first wielder, the first Ancient Lycanthropic dragon to transform into a dragon, becoming a god. After the dragon's death, the sword disappeared, alongside the dragon (Ashera).”

Alexander commanded, suppressing it with his innate sword aura, causing the weapon to quickly settle. In the face of overwhelming power, a mere sword could hardly stir trouble. With a slight flick of his arm, the sword sprang from its sheath, revealing the words inscribed at the base of the blade: 'Azure Dawn'. "A fine sword," he remarked. The blade was lightweight, its edge sharp yet restrained, and its flexibility was impressive, resisting even when Alexander applied his internal energy. As the prized weapon was claimed, envious eyes turned toward him, though none dared to seize it. Some items were simply beyond their reach.

Keith glanced at his sword, a decision hardening in his eyes. Ember shone brighter than ever before, its form dissolving into pure, concentrated fire, splitting seamlessly into two blazing blades. A torrent of Sword Aura enveloped the weapons, and as he swung them outwards in a cross-body arc, the energy coalesced into the silhouette of a mighty, ethereal phoenix.

It was gifted to her by Kye five years ago. Rumor had it that the Firefox originated from Fairy Feather Sect. It was made of Ten Thousand Year Frost Iron and a dozen type of rare metal. The body of the sword had a black luster, and it was tough and sharp. Over the years, Shea had used it to defeat many enemies. "This…" Moriri was stunned. She did not take the sword, and she shook her head. "No way. The Firefox is your favorite. I can't take it. Just keep it with you."

Aisha and the rest of the Heroes visited the forge of earthly flame as the doors opened for the first time in months. Berfoment emerged from the forge with a massive Greatsword with strange runic markings etched into the body of the blade. Aisha noticed that the sword emits a powerful life aura as if the blade itself was alive while Yuuno stated the blade generated spiritual energy if given a chance Berfomet’s sword could easily destroy any spirit it might come into contact. “With this, we now have a proper weapon. Though without a heart you will serve a purpose for a time Kent once we return to New Dawn, A heart must be born to match the blade’s power..” Berfomet smiled.

She thought about the sex toys decorating the shelves throughout the room, the whips and feathers hanging on the racks. She was close. A flash of pain shot through her feet. She cried out, but the sound had barely left her lips when another, and then another, hit her. It was hot, and sharp, something like the point of a heated knife. She couldn't see it, she couldn't see anything, but the pain was excruciating. "Stop," she grunted. He leaned close, his hands behind his back so all she could see were his luscious brown eyes. "Do you remember our safe word?" he asked.

For a short while each morning, the citadel felt almost peaceful. Adrian stepped into the open courtyard with his sword resting against his shoulder. The stone beneath his boots was cold, still damp with the night’s lingering frost. Thin mist curled along the edges of the training grounds, giving the towering walls a ghostlike appearance. He set the sword down carefully in the center of the courtyard. The weapon was enormous—nearly as tall as his shoulder and heavy enough that most soldiers struggled to lift it with both hands. Adrian lifted it easily. The familiar weight settled into his grip like an old companion.