Belmont Sword Novels & Stories

As he spoke, Ford took out his sword and set it on the ground. Bang! A loud bang was heard, and there were cracks on the ground. The sword was planted firmly into the ground. Ford smiled. "This is the Great Steel Sword. It weighs 388 pounds. If you could retrieve the sword, then I would give it to you." At that moment, Jewel smiled and said, "I didn't say that I wanted your sword, Mister. Perhaps you can teach Mister some sword techniques? Your techniques are the best in the world. If you could teach them to Mister, who knows, maybe he can use it to lead the three of us out of this valley."

Andrew's gaze sharpened as he replied coolly, "Is that so? Because in my eyes, Gabo Creek's Blumedale is nothing more than a slightly bigger jungle. And an elite hunter doesn't just take down rats and stray dogs… they can gut tigers and rip open lions too." With that, Andrew ended the call. He was not interested in arguing any further. In the car speeding toward Blumedale, he leaned back, closed his eyes, and let himself rest. Flashes of steel and fire played across his mind—like echoes of past wars long fought. He had once stirred up chaos in Chetvine, so what did he have to fear from Blumedale, a mere central hub of Gabo Creek? Marvin had said it best—it was time for him to sharpen the bla

I know the forests like I know the back of my hand. In the north, there is my Tiger Claw's kingdom of Bellechester. Called the iron kingdom, their fat old king sits his lazy ass upon an iron throne. The most abundant element in Bellechester is without a doubt their metals. The "Forked Sword" is the most desirable sword in all of the four kingdoms. It has three times the strength of a normal sword and cuts the three times deeper. The iron kingdom is also fond of using their three-pronged tridents, wielded out of the strongest iron to skewer three men at once.

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

“I don’t have it, but there’s a grandmaster swordsman. He’s called Ghoul Sword. “He’s an extreme convict who’s wanted for over $150,000,000 on the Admiralporium wanted list. What he uses is one marvelous sword.” Kayson frowned while Campian continued speaking. “It’s said that Ghoul Sword’s gone to Clouspring. The sword will be yours if you run into him and end him.” “I have to do it myself?” Kayson asked in exasperation. Campian was a little embarrassed. Well… he could not beat a grandmaster!

orders Henry. “Sure thing, Captain,” says Ken. Ben grabs his sword. Henry grabs his. They face each other. Henry watches Ben when he steps forward with his right, Henry ready to block the sword that comes at him. Ben tries to push Henry back. Henry doesn’t move her, breaks the cross of the swords and swings to Ben’s right. Ben doesn’t see it coming and isn’t able to block and take the blow to the shoulder.

He had to kill him, so he finally stopped, and even the sword that was flying behind him stopped near him, but the owner of the sword was nowhere to be found. Theodore focused and heard Colton's footsteps a little far away from there. He ran a little away from there and observed the sword following him like a puppy again. It looked like the sword was either following his master's order, or it had a mind on its own. Theodore tried to touch that sword, it stayed still for a while, but the moment Theodore almost touched it, it moved back. He tried to hold it again, but it again moved again away from him. Theodore became still, to grab it all of a sudden. At that moment, he studied that sword ca

Like a protective husband. He felt possessive of his Belamour...

“I don’t have it, but there’s a grandmaster swordsman. He’s called Ghoul Sword. “He’s an extreme convict who’s wanted for over $150,000,000 on the Admiralporium wanted list. What he uses is one marvelous sword.” Kayson frowned while Campian continued speaking. “It’s said that Ghoul Sword’s gone to Clouspring. The sword will be yours if you run into him and end him.” “I have to do it myself?” Kayson asked in exasperation. Campian was a little embarrassed. Well… he could not beat a grandmaster!

Blakeney held the sword of troy which Aeneas had carried to found the Roman Empire and a spare shield; Oliver had the saber of Roosevelt and the medieval sword James had found for him when he had first started training with them. “Mr. Blakeney, you’re with me. Oliver, you stay here and protect Eliza.” His eyes bore into Oliver’s intently. “With your life if necessary. Do you understand?” Oliver met his gaze unswervingly and nodded once. “I will James.” Eliza didn’t exactly agree with the roster and being the strong- willed girl that she was, voiced her opinion. “I want to fight.”