Birthright Sword Novels & Stories

’ 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.

“In the war which my father, Earl Gray, led and won, he had wielded Karazcht and killed the former Vampire King with it. Karazcht, a sword blessed by the moon goddess herself, and it can consume any life force of the person it was used against. It is a deadly weapon, yet very essential to us. It is also the reason why I have a werewolf bride, which isn't news to most of you here.” “Currently, the people who stole it have an upper hand against us, but we can turn the tide. If the vampires got their hands on the sword and were able to properly wield it, it would be terrible and the end of us all. Think back to what happened twenty years ago and how we attained victory. We have to act now.” I f

Holding the long sword in his hand, Alexander felt like he was back on the battlefield. Back then, as a Lord of War, all he could feel was the sharpness of the blade, and that it was a weapon his mother had left him. Recently, however, he had mastered the Empyrean power and was finally able to display the true potential of the sword. The sword was a weapon for the Empyreans. In fact, not every Empyrean possessed the ability to wield such a powerful weapon. The Quantz family where Alexander's mother belonged was truly a powerful family. They were also the original owners of the eight Holy Jade Amulets.

This was mine, I needed to give those who had been hurt the justice that they deserved. My hand gripped the hilt of the Sword of War, a blade forged for a chosen warrior like me, imbued with the power to destroy the one who had taken so much from me. I could feel its weight, not just in my hand but in my soul. The sword was a link to the Moon Goddess, to the very power that had brought me back here to do what had to be done. The prophecy had always been clear: only I could end this. And now, standing in the heart of the palace that had once been my home, I had come to fulfill that purpose.

… Later on, my best friend told me how Clara aged at lightning speed and ultimately had to rely on expensive medical equipment to stay alive. Mirabelle, on the other hand, insisted on having Marcus' baby despite the scandal. However, because she was a woman of advanced maternal age who never went for prenatal checkups, her child was born with Down syndrome. She took her son to fight for the Pembroke family's inheritance, but they refused to acknowledge him and even sent Marcus to Rivora to lie low. With nowhere else to turn, she went online to livestream her sob story. The feud between them blew up so badly that it eventually made national news.

"You are being ignorant. The second glitch is far beyond the first glitch. How the fuck are you gonna survive if don't even pass the bare minimum criteria? Take the freaking sword, and it just might come in handy! Might even save your life in a crisis… Also, your ignorance isn't worth a cent if you die on the very first day!" Agenor looked at others giggling and sighed, "Are you sure about this?" Agenor grabbed the hilt. "I'm an archer, remember?" Creed loosened the grip, "Consider this your graduation gift! And be careful… This is a cursed sword! It feeds on wielder's Chakra!" Agenor nodded and softly rubbed his pinky on the edge of the sword. The next instant, several notifications blared

In the region they rule, their word is the law. South Malfer is best known for its weapons production. From iron to steel, every lord in Malfer buys weapons from the four southern lords. Yet, even with huge investments in technology, human weapons cannot be compared to hardened elven silver. And while steel should cut silver without a problem because silver is a soft metal, that’s not the case. Something in the production of hardened silver makes it harder than steel. But the elves keep that secret well.

‘Use the sword, my queen, as I have chosen you. “How?” It may not clarify my guess, but I trusted this creature and asked. ‘Feel the deep connection through blood ties from ancient times. It cannot be unbound as descendants emerge throughout generations.’ Like I thought, this creature was a descendant, but I didn’t know from what line. I just composed myself better while Marvin kept attacking me with his monstrous attempts. I remained in defensive mode, and somehow, the sword began to radiate such power when I started feeling the connection from ancient times. I felt enormous powers from nature through generations, making the sword heavier, but surprisingly, I could easily swing it and use i

“We have already lost our son. Now, if anything happens to our Erasthai, I will cut my throat with the sacred sword and end my life. This is …” Sacred sword of royals? Oh, my God! Why didn’t I think of it before? As an Alpha of the royal lycan bloodline, God Daragor had bestowed the bounty of ruling over the supernatural world on me. Before leaving this earth, he gave a mystical sword of pure silver to his first creation Alpha Bahamas Lawrence with the instructions of contacting him directly in grave trouble. That sword was an ancestral heritage which I got at the time of my coronation, and I could use it for plenty of purposes. But the idea of using it to beg for my Erasthai’s life popped u

He was a cruel man, but he hadn’t known he would stoop so low to burn human villages to the ground, much less potentially killing his future mate. “Everyone thought he had come to take me so I could be mated with his son and they were terrified. I was terrified, but I needed to do something. Before I was born, my father was famous in the Midlands for being a dragon slayer. After an illness ravaged his body, leaving him to slowly die, he left me his sword. The sword was his most prized possession.” She straightened slightly as she reached for her sword, taking it out of its sheath, an intricately detailed wolf sewn into the leather. She held the sword on the palms of her hands across her lap,