Bichen Sword Novels & Stories

Subsequently, Lucas took out his Immemorial Dragon Sword from System Space. The Immemorial Dragon Sword was a combination of the three Legendary Weapons and was a few times stronger than the Dragon Slaying Saber. The eight elders of the Wenkebach family saw the Immemorial Dragon Sword in Lucas' hand. For reasons unknown, their bodies began to tremble. They did not want to tremble, but they could not stop themselves from doing so—they had no control over themselves.

said Zhan and slowly closed in like a predator that was stalking his prey. He drew his sword, which had the narrow and curvy design of a Huzhidian blade. Even though the blade was small and light, it was still considered one of the strongest and best of all the Nine Kingdoms' weapons—a source of pride for Huzhidis, who saw their swords as a living being. He pointed his sword towards Akana, who could do nothing but glare at him. He could not gather any energy to run, but he staggered himself towards the edge and grimaced as he realized where he was. He was at the top of Hexagon.

It was an object that seemed completely out of place in the room, its presence jarring against the luxurious surroundings. Lying there so still, it emanated an eerie pull, as though it was calling to Leon, drawing him in step by step. When his fingers finally brushed against the hilt, a coldness surged up his arm, sharp and venomous, like poison creeping into his veins. The sword appeared to be crafted from obsidian, its blade dark as night, gleaming faintly with an otherworldly glow. The hilt was intricately carved with tiny, tormented faces—faces twisted in agony and struggle like they were silently screaming in pain.

May God be with you both as He uses you. The image dissipated and shut off. Bryden walked to the cupboard that held my sword, and he pushed the back, and it clicked open, and he reached in and took out a hilt. It was magnificent. He held it and activated, and a mighty glowing red and gold sword appeared. He looked over at me and smiled until he saw my face. “Are you alright?” “He had my gift. He knew. He knew of us and his and Luziann’s death.” I shook my head. “He seemed to know what I couldn’t see.”

"It is a sword from a bygone era. It is the property of a kingdom that has fallen, and whomever keeps it will be poisoned—" I had just about caught up to him when I heard what sounded like a spirit suddenly perching on my ear and urging me to raise it with my hands. My Master Brixton was taken aback by what I had accomplished, but from my point of view, the sword that I was holding created light even more so than the bottom line of its knife, which produced a very potent energy. For some reason, I just had a few of memories pop into my head, one of which had a woman passing away while being held by another person. Although her face was obscured, everything else about her appearance suggested

“Good to hear. We will leave tomorrow morning.” Everyone filed out of the conference room except for Chris. He stayed behind, looking at the swords Jackson had created. Chris had admired the fact that Jackson had crafted everything, including the blade. The blade was only sharp on one side, unlike the rest of the swords in the bunker. Each of the blades had a small notch on the front side of the blade to lock it into place when attached.

“You’re stuck with them.” “You may find that other people don’t notice them anyway,” Katie adds. “Unless you’re trying to make them noticeable.” “They’re not just… a normal sword and shield, then,” Aiden says. They’re laid out on the kitchen table at the moment. A round shield entirely of a golden-copper coloured metal, with a round metal bowl shape making a bump in the center and thousands of tiny bumps forming rings around it out to the edge. It doesn’t show when it’s this way up, but there’s a handle on the back behind the bowl, and loops at the edges for the strap. A sword which I guess might be bronze, with a blade that bulges outwards at the top and again near the tip. The cross piece

But as though sensing his intentions, the other knight deliberately moved away, fully forcing himself to be herded away from wherever Jin had fully intended to strike him down. Clang after clang, their movements, their silver blades were shooing away any beast that would come curiously close and dare to interfere from this fight. The two circled one another, unwilling to distance themselves. “That sword…” Hans murmured. Jin knew what the man was thinking. He was thinking the same, after all. Both of them were using weapons gifted to the descendants of the Sans family–unbreakable holy weapons, without a doubt.

She wished. Prince Arthur sighed. "We can do that after the 40th anniversary, Brienne. Next please!" "Good day, Prince Arthur. My name is Ariana. I used a gothic axe, and I can use a boomerang too!" "That is great to hear," said Prince Arthur. "Brienne is my name, and I used a two-bladed sword as my weapon. I know how to use a katana as well, but I prefer a two-bladed sword. "

I need my sword. Reaching behind my back, I feel the cool, smooth texture of my marking shift beneath my fingers. There’s a brief moment where the ink pulses, almost as if it’s alive, before it solidifies into the hilt of my sword. I draw it out, feeling the familiar weight settle into my hand. The blade hums with energy, a glowing blue that pulses in time with my heartbeat. This sword is mine, a part of me, born of my blood and soul. Athena’s gift, forged from my very essence.