Bandit's Blood Curved Sword Novels & Stories

The chamber erupted into a maelstrom of shadows and steel as Damitri charged, his greatsword arcing through the fetid air like a comet's tail. The blade hummed with stolen power, aimed straight for the devil's heart—or whatever blackened core pulsed beneath that obsidian hide. But the devil moved with liquid grace, a blur of leathery wings and curling horns, sidestepping the strike as if swatting a gnat. The sword bit deep into the throne instead, splintering ancient wood with a resonant crack that echoed like fracturing bones. Splinters flew, one grazing Damitri's cheek, drawing a thin line of blood that sizzled on contact with the air.

"You always were weak." 'Again, what is weakness?' Blackridge breathed a strange utterance and a fire began to flow through him, making its way to his hand and winding itself around his sword, covering it in liquid light from grip to point, the deep grey of the maurium blade fading slowly into the sparkling white of pyrite. He looked on it and smiled. 'Thank you.' "Well, Charlenade, shall we begin then?" "Let's," Charlenade spat, striking at him with his sword.

He had no use for cannon fodder items. And besides, he already got the storage ring of the Core Origin Realm Cultivator that he had killed earlier. “Thank you, young master!” Ye Lim bowed and his eyes sparkled at this boon. One should know that this newly created gang called Blood Vulture Brotherhood appeared well equipped for a band of thieves. Every single one of them had enchanted weapons on them and so Ye Lim and his men would certainly grow rich in this fat harvest. “You heard our young master! Pick any one weapon that you want and the rest that will remain, we shall sell in the city of Aren!”

“Brat, you should feel honored to be the first to die at the hands of my Blood Devourer. From now on, you will become part of it and will contribute to the Blood Cult! Kill him!” The Blood Devourer transformed into a red, blood light beam under his command and shot at Alex and Anna. Anna’s face was as pale as paper, and she said in a frightened voice, “Alex, what do we do?” Alex held her with one arm and raised his other hand above his head. He whispered, “I have a sword that can cut through the universe!” He was talking about Dragon's Bane of Thirty-Six. The first sword, the Sword of the Universe!

She obediently places her hand on the shining sapphire in the middle of the gold carving on the handle of the sword. Zurus takes the small dagger and slit my palm.Blood ooze out of the deep cut. I notice her frown but she doesn't say anything. "Now offer your blood to this sword of our ancestors.It was given by the Goddess Herself to our ancestors to kill our enemies.It is the symbol of ourglorious past.By offering your blood to this sword,you promise your loyalty and readiness to fight for this pack' s safety and integrity."Zurus announce. "I offer my blood as the symbol of my loyalty to this pack and I shall sacrifice the last drop of my blood for the intergty of this pack."I repeat after

I heard a crackling sound of broken glass, then my nose wrinkled as I smelled the delicious scent of blood dripping on the floor. “Elizabeth!” My father ran towards her, but something possessed me. Before my father was able to reach my unconscious mother, I ran towards her in a swift movement and sank my teeth into her bloody hand. My enraged father grabbed my shoulders and attempted to pull me away from my mother's already limp body, but the beast in me would not concede. I ferociously shoved him and continued on drinking my mother's blood to the last drop.

“What will you choose?” I walk along the wall, knowing exactly what I’m after, and proceed to take a katana down from the wall. Traditionally, katanas are forged using Tamahagane, but this particular sword is forged using bloodstone, a specific gemstone that upon contact, can weaken any sanguidae. It’s also the only substance that can kill them. To successfully kill a sanguidae one must cut out their heart using bloodstone, as it stops the heart from regenerating.

He chucked something at the prince. Colter caught it immediately, it was a sword, a gemstone that resembled an evil looking cat’s eye was in the center of its hilt. The blade’s edge glowed with a faint but violent looking color of black. “Your reward is the sweet release of death!” Dyron told them maniacally laughing now, his hands were thrown up as he laughed as all was going according to plan. Colter prepared the sword he had been given, he swung it in the air a few times and it let out whistles as he cut through the wind.

“Sanguis Umbra... arise.” From my back, wings exploded—jagged, glass-like constructs of obsidian laced with crimson veins. The sky flickered with lightning as the blood in my veins answered my call. A hiss escaped my lips as my sword appeared—Crimson Mourning—forged in the underworld and fed with the souls of fallen enemies. The blade thrummed in my hand, alive, hungry. All around us, the wizards unleashed their spells. Lightning, flame, frost—chaotic and furious. But I moved with the grace of a phantom, slicing through the spells as I charged forward.

His hands were covered in blood. The sword in his right hand was too bright to look at directly—its edges shimmered with flame and ancient glyphs that changed every time his eyes moved. His left arm... cradled someone. Someone broken. They were limp in his grasp, their wings shattered—feathers blackened and falling like dying snow. Blood coated their chest. Their breath rattled, labored. “No. No, no, stay with me. Look at me.” His voice was sharp, desperate. Not like a god. Not like a warrior.