Birthright Sword Novels & Stories

The glow deepened, pulsating in waves. As the light fades, we see her clutching a sword. The sword hummed, a low, steady sound that filled the room. My heart pounded in rhythm with it, each beat laced with both awe and fear. Around me, I could feel everyone holding their breath. My breath catches. I know that sword. I gave it to her on her eighteenth birthday—the day we became the First Order. It’s as pristine as the day I gifted it to her, the engravings on its blade shining as if they were just carved. Damien takes another step back, his face ashen, eyes wide with worry. Caleb and Austin finally shift their focus to him, their bodies going rigid.

But it didn't go well, father got really angry that I eavesdropped on him and completely refused to change his decision. I had no option left; I decided to end this matter myself. I took the eternal sword from the flame and entered the soul palace. Eternal sword is a fiery sword which can end any living thing's existence. Yes... it can kill even us celestial beings. We all can be killed with it and after getting stabbed by it, we will just stop existing... there will be no death or rebirth.

Meanwhile, Old Hughes could be seen leading the shadowy figure and a few men across a mountain range that was surrounded by flames. With lava and fire everywhere, it made the mountain not only feel hot, but also rather intimidating… The group was here to help the shadowy figure obtain the Sword of Might, which—just like the Fishgut Sword which was also born in the same generation—was an ancient weapon. While such swords had restrictions as to who was able to wield them, if the sword deemed the user worthy, then the wielder would be granted the sword’s powers, and each sword naturally had different powers.

The sword can only be pulled by a righteous, worthy person and the one destined to rule as king of all supernatural beings. Upon hearing these things, Rio, Dante, Leonard and as well as Prometheus was shocked and confused. “There is a sacred weapon that can kill even a supernatural being? Is this story for real, or just a myth?” Rio asked confusedly. “This is not just a myth young one,” Incur replied. “What you heard is all for real.” He added upon seeing that Rio and the rest of the young men were still confused. “If this is for real, what does it have to do with Augustus? If this can kill him, then why didn’t anyone searched for the sword and used it to destroy the dark one with it?” Dante

She looked like she was born for this, born with a sword in her hand. “Aurora is marvelous. She is born for this.” Shalom took a gulp of his water. “And you are getting acquainted with it.” Art grunted in response. To be honest, he still felt strange holding the gilded hilt of the sword. His sword shone in the moon light, pure power. Its hilt was carved with ancient words. It was beauty and strength molded to be one. It was as powerful a weapon, as it was an art. And Shalom said it was Isaiah’s, the one he had used in that battle where he had died. He had said that Théoden’s blood in them gave it more power, more glory.

He quitted his chair and went to the huge display area for his double-edged sword. He took his favorite of them all. Its hilt is recycled from the sword of his great great grandfather and was passed down from one Alpha to the next; an heirloom that every Alpha on their bloodline has touched and used to serve the Caruso pack. It is purely maid of gold with the emblem of their pack in a silver embellishment. The scabbard is also made of pure gold. He slowly pulled the sword out of its scabbard. The shiny metal blade reflects his eyes burning with the desire to end the mess she is doing and to get the vengeance he is yearning. Both of his orbs and the blade of his swords reflects wrath and veng

When the cheering died down, he took the sword from Kyle and unsheathed it, revealing the black blood that had stick to it and to prove that he had indeed killed the Nightblood. “Now I have a gift for my son, a gift which you have to fight for and earn,” he said and raised the sword. “Anyone who holds this sword up will be his second.” There was dead silence in the room and Kyle looked at Aamon again, surprised and grateful. It was all more than what he had expected. As soon as Aamon threw the sword to the ground, the room turned to a combat ground immediately and he went to take his seat as he watched with excitement to see who will be worthy enough to raise the sword and be Kyle’s second.

Magically, my body floated to an upright position, and my eyes fluttered open. Nagama. The sword of justice. It glowed bright green, beautiful to behold. The hilt was made of pure gold, which made the blade heavy to lift. Shannon, the first Daughter of Eve used the same sword in her conquest against the Lycans. After her death, many werewolves broke into a haze, seeking the sword, but couldn't find it. it was rumored that any werewolf who wields the sword would rule the realm for eternity.

Inside was the jade twist, something that Anabel and Edward must have obtained in their previous lives. She hasn't planned on taking it out in this life. Her mother has left her with too many things, but she is not strong enough now, and it is difficult to take over all of them for a while. She has to make herself stronger first. She has to take back what belongs to her first.

"I'll pay for it for you, as my apology for your broken sword yesterday." I called a waiter to retrieve the sword from the showcase. Unlike the previous attendant, this time a young male waiter with black pants and a white shirt came. He opened the cabinet and handed me the sword. "W-wait, Vans, I don't want it," Livi replied, gesturing to decline. "But didn't you say you wanted it?" Why did she suddenly change her mind? In my opinion, it's a good sword, made of magical mithril material, strong, and can be infused with magical energy.