Birthright Sword Novels & Stories

The shadows came fast—limbs that weren’t entirely solid, snarling mouths with too many teeth. Creatures not born of flesh, but of memory and curse. Guardians of the sword. Bound to destroy any who touched it… unless the heir proved herself worthy. Alya didn’t hesitate. The blade in her hand felt like fire and starlight, like vengeance wrapped in steel. As one of the beasts lunged, she pivoted on instinct, the sword arcing through the air with a scream of power. The thing shattered mid-leap—splintering into black smoke.

“Watch your mouth child! And to answer that question, no you aren’t blessed. You just happened to be born of a werewolf and a hybrid elf/spell caster couple. That doesn’t make you blessed. Danu and I will be blessing you with a sword.” What? Seriously is that it? “Um okay cool? What is a sword going to help me do that my magic can’t?” Danu rolls her eyes and huffs, “It’s not a normal fucking sword Morrigan, it’s the Sword of the Divine. Meaning whatever it strikes, it kills.” “That makes WAY more sense then. Well, now hand it over so I can go slay some bitches.” I laugh, holding my hand out. “Yeah, that’s not how this is going to work. You will only receive the Sword of the Divine when you a

He walked towards me, grabs me by the arm and hugged me tightly. “Destiny, please come back” I heard him crying. “Hikaru…” I returned his hug and rest my head on his shoulder. As he wipes his tears from his face, he apologizes. He sat down again, his head was looking at the ground. “You’ve inherited Destiny’s sword, might as well have her throne.” “NO” I shortly replied, he looked at me. “And never ever!” an angry voice was heard. Hikaru stood up in surprise, I was still holding the sword. On the staircase stands, Aiomi.

Guardian Quade was one of them. “Alliance Leader!” Guardian Quade arrived at the hall and presented the sword. “This is the sacred sword retrieved from Ethereal Tower.” Swoosh. Gabriel waved his hand, and the sword flew into his palm. He examined it closely and nodded. “So this is one of the nine Sky Genesis Swords that unlocks the Immortal Palace. Not bad at all. However…” Gabriel looked at Guardian Quade with a slight frown. “With your strength, Dominic Stark and Benjamin Cruz are no match for you, even if they worked together. Why do you look so wretched?”

Maybe I did underestimate him. "Yes. Yes I do." I replied even if I had no idea what I was holding. I'd already suppressed The Harbinger of Doom, totally. "You're meant to melt to ash. You're holding God's sword. You're holding the power of the entire universe in one hand. I'm sorry I underestimated you, the world is yours. I'll go and never return." Lucifer spoke with reverence in his voice and godly fear. It was then I looked at what I held, a black sword, dripping blood, a symbol of a burning bush as its insignia, the Lion and the Lamb on the other side. The sword itself glowed, and I realized that, I held everything, on one hand.

I asked him and he replied, "Thetia, my child, you are one of the prides of our family. But, as you know, the world can be cruel and there are many enemies. This sword will allow you to defend yourself if you are ever attacked, and I know you will make good use of it. Emotionally, I took the sword in my hands, wielding it with ease, feeling the strength and power it exuded. It was imperative that I take care of it, not only for my own safety, but also to honour the trust my father had placed in me. I felt a wave of determination come over me, knowing that I now had the means to protect those around me and to defend myself against those who would harm us. "My dear little sister," my older bro

Of course they later married humans and the children born degenerated. Code Silver Lord is the fifth heir of this family. This also means that, in his body, 1/5 of the vampire blood is flowing. He glanced at the sword: "Perhaps this is the extremely hard matter that existed in the meteorite that fell to earth more than 500 years ago...a worthy opponent". Brawen a little bit of praise, it is true, this sword is a gift from Owen, I am afraid nothing in this world can break it.

’ A female’s voice emulating from the sword hit Blake like a ton of bricks. Sword Spirit. This sword had not only Sword Intent but also a living spirit of the sword. Blake was shocked by the outcome. ‘Come, come, don’t tell me that my entrance was so dazzling that you are petrified. I can’t hover like this all day. You know I will eventually return to the pond if you don’t wake up from my brilliance.’ Blake quickly regained his senses and reached for the sword but was pushed back by an unknown pressure. ‘Oh, I forgot to mention that you can obtain me only if you are worthy.’

According to him, the sage had crafted the swords specifically for me before I was even born. As I approached the rock, a rush of memories flooded my mind. I remembered the excitement I had felt when Father first presented me with the swords and the weight of responsibility that came with wielding such powerful weapons. With practised ease, I lifted the massive rock, revealing the gleaming yet weird swords hidden beneath. Their blades shimmered in the sunlight, a testament to their craftsmanship and legacy.

“I guess, he wanted me to figure it out myself. All I know is, it chooses who can wield it.” “A harbinger. Providence. Sword of Light. It came by many names.” Calder joined us back with a stack of papers in his hand. “According to the legend, it was forged by the master craftsman in just one night, over thousands of years ago. A stranger came and blessed it to fight against evil. Whoever could wield the sword, a worthy descendant, or a worthy warrior.” “You’re kidding. Me a worthy warrior? I don’t think so. I couldn’t even protect my people from the attack,” Ryden said. Each word was laced with regrets.