Birthright Sword Novels & Stories

That meant he was now Birthright, a rank of martial artists who could refine their vigor into pure vigor, shaping it into solid forms. For example, they could cast a slash through thin air even when unarmed! "Please, Mr. Lawrence! I'm begging you… I'm just under orders! I have no fight with you… J-Just let me go!" The black-clad man was promptly on his knees, begging—he would never win against a Birthright, and he might just stand a chance if he begged! "No chance. You tried to hurt my sister," Frank said coldly and held his palm flat as he swiped.

Aisha and the rest of the Heroes visited the forge of earthly flame as the doors opened for the first time in months. Berfoment emerged from the forge with a massive Greatsword with strange runic markings etched into the body of the blade. Aisha noticed that the sword emits a powerful life aura as if the blade itself was alive while Yuuno stated the blade generated spiritual energy if given a chance Berfomet’s sword could easily destroy any spirit it might come into contact. “With this, we now have a proper weapon. Though without a heart you will serve a purpose for a time Kent once we return to New Dawn, A heart must be born to match the blade’s power..” Berfomet smiled.

"she sighed. "We still have time. The wedding is tomorrow evening and am sure if father-in-law regains his self control, he would stop this wedding himself. Our job here is only to help him regain his self control and this won't take us the whole day." "Okay I will tell you since you've insisted. Actually, according to nature whoever is born with a birthmark of the sword on his or her body becomes the next supreme ruler. You see when you were born, you had it on your forehead.

Vera said "Those markings on the sword are not just for show. They're Moonborn-forged. Created by the pack three centuries ago using techniques that were supposed to be lost." Elric said "So my mother had a sword. What does that matter?" Vera said "It matters because those weapons can only be created by Moonborn and only wielded by those who carry the bloodline. If you can use that sword without it burning you alive then you have ancestry." The hallway was very quiet. Elric said "I'm Moonborn." He said it like he was testing how the words felt. Vera said "Partially. Enough. You need to find out where your mothers family got that blade and what they might know about the old bloodlines."

Your mother was over the moon when she gave birth to you no matter how hard it is. Please take care of your mother for me. You were only fifteen when I wrote this letter. But this is the right time that put it in the box. You own every asset that Renzo owns. You are the leader of this land as well. The reason that you might have smelled different species in this sword is because their souls were trapped in it. You will only wield it if any King of each realm goes mad. You will only wield it if it glows in red. The sword will point out the person that needs it to kill.

The world you're born in is what has made them put such sacrifice out there. “Do not make anything become your fault or just a child a baby.” We didn't ask for any of this. Rose says to me. I nod my head as she opens something out of the drawers. She takes out a sword, it is shiny with crystal and jewels at the handle and she waves in the air. I can see my reflection of myself in it. She handed over to me majestically and I take a look at it. What is this? I ask. “Your father was known as a sword man in the order, he always moved along with his sword. Your mother, on the other hand used to move along with a bow and arrow.”

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.

I was born to the great lord and warrior Alpha Richardson and our dear mother Luna Katerina, I was born on a cold night and it was windy! Shortly after my birth my mother lovingly wrapped me in a royal satin material and kept me in a specially woven crib to keep me warm and safe!! Suddenly there was a bright light and appeared a beautiful woman and inside her palm was a gift for the newborn prince!! It was a shiny little sword that would accompany me for my lifetime, it was going to be a part of me and will protect me when the time came! Wow exclaimed the pups with wonder in their innocent eyes!!! With a smile, I continued my story!

Ignoring his pleas, I walked steadily to where he knelt on the ground, admiring my family heirloom as I walked. Just as my father had said, I was protecting the people he had left in my care with the sword. I was going to kill all those who stood in the way of my birthright, one after the other starting today —with Reed. I stood above him, gazing down at his pitiful face. Something in me caught and I wished that the circumstances were different and he was not in this position. I lifted the sword high up, above my head, pausing for only a split second.

Elena walked straight to a particular drawer in the room, she used one of the keys to unlock it before opening it, she brought out the wooden box and opened it, revealing a sheathed sword, she unsheathed it and a shiny and clean sword appeared. "What are you doing?" Liam asked with wide eyes. "I need to use the sword" Elena replied. "What for!" Liam shouted. The sword belonged to her late mum, it was a generational sword which had been passed on from her great grandmother from decades ago till her mum. It was not just an ordinary sword, it was a supernatural sword which could kill any creature. Her grandmother from decades ago was a witch and she possessed this sword, she made sure it was pa