Bandit's Blood Curved Sword Novels & Stories

Alec Berthold wiped the sweat dripping down his forehead using the back of his hand that was wearing his cloth gloves, which looked shabby and covered in stains. Looking at the two weapons he had just finished making, his thin lips curled into a satisfied smile. His hand grabbed the large and heavy sword from the surface of his workbench, dripping the surface of the sword with a small ten-millilitre vial filled with Karl's blood that he got from the dragon man himself (given by the man's personal assistant whose name he forgot) as the final touch of his sword.

Darryl’s heart was racing while he read about it. Blood Drinking Sword, a surface like jade but not made of jade, like steel but not made of steel. Extremely sharp! Could be activated by absorbing Earth’s energy. Weapon Grade: Red Category Level One. Ability: Blood Absorption. (Self-upgrade upon absorption of only fresh human blood! Animal blood would not work!) Darryl was so emotional after reading that. He had found a treasure. A sword that would upgrade? Once it absorbed a human’s blood, it would self-upgrade! No wonder it was called Blood Drinking Sword.

- Then Kiba made a magic circle, it was black in color with an ominous miasma surrounding it. From the circle a beautiful sword was seen. It was a two handed bastard sword, it's colors were black and red with little golden accents on it's handle. Reaching the tip of the sword it slightly curved inwards for a couple of centimeters and then outwards, making the tip of the sword. It gave a feeling of being capable of killing anything, whether Human or God. A pitch black aura surrounded the entire sword giving it another creepy feeling, it was as if the sword itself was cursed.

Well, this just proves that I had really become stronger…. Nebuchadnezzar II's eyes gleamed in anger and parried my next blow successfully. The impact was so great that I felt the recoil of my sword shattering into cracks. Sheesh! Looks like my Bandersnatch Short Sword cannot hold out for much longer. One last blow and it will shatter completely… I held out my Bandersnatch Short Sword on reverse grip and tightened my hold. Covering it with Holy Energy, I suppose it would be sharp enough to give one last slash.

Alejandro runs full speed towards him and scratches him with the knife. Immediately, I remember how Sarah managed to keep Cult tracked the last time …she blew some kind of wolfs bane to his face and although, he did not back down instantly and now, Alejandro is doing this with a knife. The blood that flows form Cult’s hand is black and I gasp immediately. It is a cursed sword! Alexa screams and as everyone is running to protect Cult who falls to his knees because of the cursed weapon. Alejandro throws it towards him and he enters straight into his chest. At that moment, Cult looks back at me and I can see the life living out of me.

If he did, he would have been defeated. “To me, sword!” he roared. As he roared, a blood glow radiated from below and flew to the sky. This was a two-meter-long sword radiating an eerie red glow and exuding a bizarre aura. Sergio waved his hand, and the sword was now in his hand. “The Blood Devourer Blade!” Upon seeing this, the First Blood Emperor exclaimed, “That’s the Blood Devourer Blade! To think that we truly have this sword in our possession…”

but after a few minutes later, the river was filled with blood spots that blended with the water. The crocodiles even floated one by one. and leaving Chyou chen still firmly above the water, he still held tightly to the knife he used as a weapon to kill the crocodiles. the bandits were shocked to see this, their bandit elder became even happier, he was more and more curious about the figure of the child they didn't know was Chyou chen. He then brought Chou chen back into his private dungeon. there was a cage containing three hungry tigers.

I say. "For what she expended." Maret chooses her words carefully. Sets them down like objects she is placing on a surface she isn't sure will hold them. "What she carries, what was revealed tonight, it isn't something we have a reference for. Not in living memory. The Moonblood hasn't manifested fully in generations." She pauses. "She used a significant portion of it in a very short time. The shift. The fight. And then what she did for you." She says that last part without inflection.

"Seraphina, the anchor! You have to use your own blood! The Bloodbound mark can bypass the ward!" ​Seraphina looked at the green rune on the floor. She looked at the hounds closing in on Kael. He was fighting three at once, his movements slowing as the creatures' icy breath drained his warmth. ​She didn't have a knife. She looked at the sharp, broken edge of a crystal vase on the nightstand. She grabbed it and, without letting herself think, sliced it across her palm. ​"Please work," she whispered. ​She slammed her bleeding hand onto the center of the green rune.

Kaelen ignored him at that point, but Ravok’s voice lingered in his thoughts. **** The courtyard of Ironfang Keep roared with activity. As dozens of wolves were preparing for the hunt, the warriors tightened their armor in preparation, and the Gammas were checking the weapons. Anticipation filled the air as the moon stood brightly above them. It was extremely red and big, explaining why it was called the Blood Moon. Beta Rowan approached Kaelen with an easy stride. He had the calm confidence of a seasoned fighter with broad shoulders, a dark beard, and sharp eyes that rarely missed details.