Birthright Sword Novels & Stories

Lynn said, and she was still sounding really frustrated about the whole situation. "You don't even fight with weapons, Lynn, so I don't see why I should have to tell you before giving away something that belongs to me," Liora said back to her. "I was the one who killed our father and took his sword from him, which means it became mine when he died. So I have the right to give it to whoever I want to give it to. What you should be saying instead is that you hope whoever I gave it to is using it well, since it's definitely not just an ordinary sword."

And she had taken him from me. Anger boiled in my chest, hot and acidic, replacing the lust. She’d even flaunted his birthright like a trophy. Orion’s Blade. The sword passed down to the head of our family for generations. She had stripped it from his dead body and turned it into a tool for her crusade. She had tainted the sacred steel with the blood of my kin. How could I feel pity for this thief? This murderer? I stepped away from her, my resolve hardening like concrete.

“Harder?” His gaze returned to me, and he stared for a moment longer. “Yes, harder.” Then he nodded toward Darkill. “The sword you hold was born in the sea but forged from the light of the sun. It can move through air as through water—” he paused and returned his eyes to me. “If you cultivate harder, you will be unstoppable.” I licked my lips. So, he wasn’t thinking with the same filthy imagination I was. Good for him. I lowered my gaze to the blade. Its surface glinted faintly as if it remembered the tides it came from.

“The brothers are a threat that has passed, yes. But this sword... it still has a purpose.” He picked it up, the blade humming with a soft, ethereal light. “Not as a weapon. Not anymore. But as a symbol. A symbol of loyalty, of sacrifice. You went into the wilderness for me, for this House. You faced trials, you bled, you nearly died. You brought this back, not because I ordered you to, but because you are loyal to the true heart of House Ares.”

"Mom, I want to marry the vampire! I don't care about lots!" As I opened my eyes, I could still feel the pain of being bitten and torn apart. When I heard Sophie Anderson's spoiled voice, I quickly realized I had been reborn. But why did Sophie make a different choice this time? Sophie was adopted and a fake heiress. In my last life, she had immediately picked the werewolf with six-pack abs and handsome features. She even cried and begged to marry him.

"You know you don't have to be perfect, right? Your brothers love you regardless." "I know." I picked up my sword. "But I want to make them proud. Want to prove I belong." "You already belong," he said firmly. "You're a Wynter by birth. Nothing else matters."

SOPHIE'S POV I'm here in my room dressing in clothes that I'm comfortable with so I won't have a hard time fighting later. I noticed a long box on the side of my cabinet. I immediately opened it and saw a sword that my father had given me, he said it was from our ancestors. It is not just an ordinary sword because it comes from a goddess. My father said that the goddess gave it because of the heroism of our ancestors, that our ancestors saved thousands of lives when there was a war here in Ausgberg. It was passed on until grandfather bequeathed the sword to father. I immediately placed the sword around my waist. While I was arranging the things I would use later, suddenly there was a knock o

Praim asked-" What is Hellbound sword and what can we do to gain it?" Gina explained while looking down to her small handbook-" I was searching for the weapon that could end a pure evil and then I came across the weapon that holds to end an evil born. The evil borns are neither controlled by the law of nature nor by the law of the underworld. They were purely self-made, hence, the rage inside was inherited from the 7 princes of Hell."

I whispered then walked ahead leaving him in JD's care. As I walked quickly on the road I carefully observed the environment to see if they were hiding and waiting for the right moment to strike. My sword wasn't the holy sword, but that didn't mean it was a regular sword. UREX was a sword forged and given to one of the brave kings of our past. It was blessed by the high priest that the gods then favored. It not only acted as a shield to any sort of magic, it was also the second best to the holy sword.

said the ancient sword indifferently. It was a very special existence, a sword embryo raised by heaven. Later on, it obtained tremendous opportunities and natural luck, possessing its own will, life! It was not a dead thing now, but a living thing, a sword, and a human. It was in a very special state of life. It had something to do with its origin. For the rest of the sword embryo, especially the one with good talent, it would treat it as a junior and help if it could. Unfortunately, it felt that the one who made it resurvive would never allow it to help Caspian polish the sword embryo.