Bichen Sword Novels & Stories

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.

she said, tightening her grip on the sword, her breath ragged. Drakoen smile. He proceeded to release dark shadows from his hand, summoning a weapon forged in the abyss. A black medium sword. Black smoke was emitting from it and the unbearable stench of rotting flesh and blood. Mercedes didn't let that bother her. She had to stay focused on her enemy, not let him get the chance to strike her. Mercedes narrowed her eyes at Drakoen, clasping her sword with both hands.

said Biel who returned with his stuff. I guessed he had manufactured the tonic quickly and effectively. “I must have a gun,” I said calmly, but predisposed to put him in his place if he said something stupid. “You'll have a weapon, but one that fits your strength and weight,” Biel said and reached for something like a pen; I frowned thinking he was teasing me. “It's an encapsulated pointed sword. It's light so you can make lethal moves.”

A man breathless, standing valiantly before all his enemies. He was called Cyou chen, a swordsman who earned an unrivaled title. After being trained by the nine demon swordsmen. Chyou Chen travels the world to fight with various expert warriors from all over the country. "Why are you just silent?" Chyou chen asked, while wiping the sweat that filled his forehead. "Quickly hand over all the martial books you haveAfter that we will let you live."

It was filled with copper, silver and gold royals, all to help supply them while they sought out allies. After Boro said his farewell and accepted the money, he quickly made himself busy checking out the two pack horses. He wanted to give Littume and Lord Jetir space for there farewells. He saw Jetir give his son a firm hug and share a few words with him. Then he saw Lord Jetir unwrap the cloth and from it pulled out an ornate brown and gold scabbard. The scabbard was too thick to belong to a rapier, and too wide to be a katan, the long slightly curved, single edge style sword that Boro himself used. This one was as wide as the width of his palm and had two edges to it. A broadblade, an olde

“Hmm? Well, if you’re interested, the first sword goes by Xyan, the Sword of Divinity. As for the second and third ones, they’re Xyan, the Sword of Benevolence, and Xenith, the Sword of Sovereignty… Empyrean was the fourth sword, I believe, and it’s the Sword of Might. The Sword of Nobility, on the other hand, is Titan, which is also the fifth sword.” “As for swords six and seven, both of them are the Swords of Love, Gwaine and Morgen. The eighth sword is the one you’re currently wielding, Fishgut, the Sword of Courage. If I remember correctly, the ninth one is called Jochem, the Sword of Solitary, and as for the final sword, it goes by the name of Charmella, the Sword of Elegance!” “Each of

From facing three with the same level of strength as him, and struggling to dealing with fourteen stronger than him. Mane gently massaged his wrist as he carefully and gently retrieved the two weapons encased in the gorgeous sheaths that lay on his back. One of the two, a sword, was made entirely of black metal, even its handle. It was over a meter in length and it glowed brightly under the sun, a curious contradiction of colors. The other was a knife. It was shorter, under a meter long and was golden, just like Mane’s hair. In Mane’s mind space the excitement of the7th and the 8th could be felt as Mane called upon the artefacts. The Wandering Sword God and the Bloodied Blade Lord watched in

’ everybody assumed impatiently. Tension of the crowd was aroused in alarm, their hearts raced with unwelcoming anticipation. Finally, a figure emerged from the huge waves as a victor, the sword of Eryndor– Eryndor, exhausted but triumphant, his Conch shell still clutched in his hand.

Disarmed, Caden's fighting prowess plummeted. Seizing the moment, Alexander lunged, sword aimed for Caden's head. However, the strike was halted by an unexpected barrier—a crystal-clear ice spike, impossibly hard. "Bet you've never seen anything like this," Caden boasted, revealing his secret weapon. It was a legendary ice sword, forged by nature itself, hidden there for millennia. The sword had been unearthed by Chrissy years ago. As Caden brandished it with a steely gaze, he mused, "Using this very blade to end you, I can't help but wonder what Chrissy would feel, watching from the afterlife."

(It fits perfectly, okay). After packing, I took my sword and went outside to practice a bit while I was waiting for Justine to return. Before I started I studied my sword for the thousands time. It was actually very beautiful. It was silver with a blue reflection. On the blade was engraved; my daughter. It was engraved in a beautiful cursive font, above the scripture was an infinity symbol made of sapphires. The hilt was very comfortable in my hand, and the sword itself felt like an extension of my arm. The length and build of the sword were perfect.