Novel & Cerita Best Sword And Sorcery Novels

“So are you going to buy this sword?” “N-no… show me another one… without the silver.” - But this one is the best, Radolyub himself spoke for strength. Heard about this, right? This is a very strong sorcerer, not so long ago he was passing through us and all the weapons in which there is silver spoke. He understands that we live not far from the Border, we need protection, he didn’t even take a fee. Yes, and the alloy here is wonderful, Zoran himself forged. And steel swords are completely useless against the undead.

Minos showed to Lira the bindings of each book, as well as the covers and first few leaves, "these are not published materials. These are personal journals, notes, diaries, whatever; written by the very person who stole the sword." Lira studied the tomes one by one, quickly flipping through the pages. She pointed out the year that was inscribed on some of the pages. Minos could be up to something. She wasn't as familiar with books as the young noble was, but even she could tell that none of these books looked like they came from a library or a stationer. She picked another one and handed it to Minos, the latter opened after recognizing that the year matched up with the time the sword disappe

Previously, I didn't have time to identify them, but it's clear that both are incredibly powerful swords with different attributes and abilities. [Dual Sword Althea and Nerezza] [Description: White Sword Althea: Goddess Althea represents fate, truth, justice, and knowledge. She holds the pure white thread of destiny and wisely guides and influences the fate of humans. Goddess Althea symbolizes determination, honesty, and respect for moral values. Black Sword Nerezza: Goddess Nerezza represents dark destiny, symbolizing darkness, uncertainty, and transformation. She holds the dark thread of destiny and embodies the mysterious and powerful aspects of fate. Goddess Nerezza represents steadfastn

A small smile crept across my lips. One of the treasures I gained from helping that foolish woman… Morrisa. I hovered the amulet against the wound. Warm energy spread through my arm. The flesh began knitting itself together. Few minutes later… The wound was gone. Just as the healing finished, a howl echoed through the forest. Not one of mine. Celdor’s wolves had found my scent. I chuckled darkly. “Good.” I reached beneath my cloak and pulled out a small bottle, then drank its contents slowly.

When we weren't training, she made us spend all our time in the library. “Is it wrong to read those books?” I asked. “No. It's never wrong to read, sister.” She cupped my cheeks softly. “But the power in reading is knowing which information you can weaponize and which one to ignore. The lies in books are just as much as the truth.” I nodded, already committing her words to memory. She sighed and drew closer to me. “Remember this, Eloise. No one out there is your friend. They're all enemies waiting to strike you the minute you let your guard down. Use every weapon at your disposal to destroy your enemies before they destroy you. Always make the first move.”

“If that is so, why are you bothering with entertaining a discussion with me? Their Light Fay Priestesses are not mine to control, and neither are the angels they are protecting. What I do or do not do has no relevance to you.” “The realm of the earth will be ours, regardless of what you do or do not do.” “And my daughter will make sure that you do not succeed.” End of Book 1 === Coming soon (ongoing): The Hunted Wolf (Eva’s book) Blue Thunder: Forging the Legend (book 2) Biting the Eternal Love (Veronica’s book) In plans (plot outlines in development): Gus’s book (no title yet) Blue Thunder: Raising the Legacy (book 3)

Bram’s grip on his greatsword was tight, his posture rigid with unease. As they stepped forward, the passage widened into another chamber, this one illuminated by a deep crimson glow. The walls shimmered with pulsating veins of energy, branching out from a single point at the room’s center. There, resting on a raised pedestal of carved obsidian, lay a sword unlike any they had ever seen.

Fang There was blood dripping down my fingers. Hot, thick blood. It made a scorching line as it dripped across my hand and down my arm. Like acid. And just like acid, it burnt a mark on my soul. How many men had there been before the one before me? Honestly, I couldn’t remember. Too many over the years. Hell, there had been too many in the last few months. This was just the latest in a long line. A very long line.

“A Kelorian. It’s what me people and I call you people…. I mean creatures, of Kelor. To answer your question, people are what you would call creatures. Speaking of creatures, what kind of creatures are you? So far we’ve met only two kinds but we’ve been told that there are more.” I was about to ask her a question when suddenly, she pushed me to the side and quickly placed her hand on a knife’s hilt tucked underneath her fur coat. At the same time a sound of swords and axes being unsheathed in unison came from behind her. The men seemed ready for combat, all except one dark haired one with a medium height and dark eyes. Although he had his axe in his hand, he didn’t stand at the ready like ev

A bad person, without even an ounce of mercy? They savagely attacked and stormed the mountains with fire torches and guns and killed the humans who dared to protect their homes and werewolf friends. The ones who survived, the strong werewolves, were arrested and detained, along with the herbalists in the nearby towns. They are carried in cages down the mountains, wounded and heavily bleeding. Lord Avide saw Anais, inside the cage, with her hair dishevelled and body completely wounded. Her blood is coloured silver. All the wounded werewolves’ blood are silver, gushing outside their cut bodies.