Bandit's Blood Curved Sword Novels & Stories

He slammed right into a large stone wall, his body trembling. “H-How could I be injured? It shouldn’t be… ugh! This sword!” The little dragon realized that the sword piercing his body was the Dragon Conqueror’s Sword—a sword capable of draining a dragon’s blood—but how could the Blood Sect possess it? He recognized the person who owned this sword; the little dragon’s expression changed as he stared at the Eighth Elder. “Da Bo, is that you?” the little dragon shouted, staring at the Eighth Elder, who was smiling broadly.

That was when Caleb activated Blood God Order, Second Style—World Tremor! Bang! The stunning shockwave bore down with the weight of a mountain, reaching Tia, Zeke, and the Alliance's representatives even before he landed. "Dancing Dragon Spear!" Tia growled as her spear shot out, accompanied by a draconic bellow! Roar!!! Seeing the oncoming blow, Caleb swung his sword down again. World Burial Sword, Third Style—Skybreaker! Roar!

A colossal light sword, ten zhang long and forged from pure moonlight, descended from above, bearing the overwhelming pressure of divine judgment. Ignoring the dark barrier entirely, the sword pierced straight through Blood Axe’s crown, pinning him and the black rune on his body firmly to the center of the platform. Crack. The seemingly indestructible hemispherical dark barrier let out a crisp snap. It shattered like a giant glass dome struck by a hammer, breaking into countless black specks that drifted away and vanished under the moonlight. Blood Axe never got the chance to utter a final scream. His powerful physique disintegrated bit by bit starting from his head. In the space of a single

—the house I had built to be my sanctuary—seemed to groan under the pressure of a legacy that refused to stay buried. Julian stood over us, the half-brother I had just met, the man who carried my blood and my curse. He looked at the chaos, then at Toby, and then at me. “The vault can wait,” Julian said, his voice surprisingly calm, surprisingly steady. “We need to get her to the hospital. Now.”

A crest gleamed on his chest plate: the Moonveil Citadel emblem, a silver wolf's head wreathed in thorns, symbol of an ancient order long whispered in legends. In his grip, he wielded a sword that sang of forgotten forges—a massive greatsword with a blade as long as a man's arm, etched with glowing runes that pulsed like veins of starlight. The hilt wrapped in blackened leather, guarded by a crossbar shaped like crossed fangs, it hummed with arcane power, cleaving through monster hides as if they were parchment. Each swing arced with devastating force, severing limbs and heads in sprays of dark ichor, the warrior pivoting seamlessly, boots sinking into the mire without falter. He fought alon

"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.