Black Swordsman Novels & Stories

Blake said, and with a wave of his hand, the head of the smirking man fell to the floor. Fear and hatred were seen in the people around them, not knowing if they would make it out alive or defeat Blake in numbers. Even then, they hesitated until six men in heavy black robes entered and unsheathed their swords with a broad blade known as Takoba Sword. “Still not enough?” Blake said, and with a flick of his hand, the swords that were ready to cleave through him split, and the top of the swords clanged on the wooden floor along with all their heads with their bodied following, making a thumping sound through the building.

He could even deduce profound fundamentals from extremely advanced sword and saber techniques. "Hahaha, bravo, the White-Robed King is indeed dauntless. The slashing art of your Swift Gale Sword Technique has reached new heights again." Not far away, another young man had begun to laugh. The man, dressed all in black, was a stark contrast with the swordsman in white.

The impact sent him crashing to the ground of the cage. The crowd cheered crazily, screams erupted all around me. "BLADE!" "BLADE!" "BLADE!" I pulled out my custom-made blade gleamed with a savage hunger under the bright arena lights. The polished steel bore the name "Capone," etched into the metal like a proclamation of death. Its edge was as sharp as a serpent's fang. It looked eager to cut, having tasted the blood of many before. The handle, wrapped in black leather, felt like a coiled snake in my grip, ready to strike with deadly accuracy. This blade wasn't just a weapon; it was a merciless instrument of brutality, a symbol of my unrelenting power in this world.

"Didn't you see the announcement? This person is called Sebastian, and he just took the first kill of the boss in the novice village." "Cheater! Bros, there's cheating in this game!" "Too outrageous. I saw it clearly; he dealt nearly two thousand damage with three strikes? My Qi Refining Initial Stage only has a thousand health." "I thought those few Blood Slaughter guild members were low on health because they were fighting with Moonshadow Guild, so it was easy to kill them." "I just want to say, terrifying!" "Such a master! Idol!" "Are sword cultivators this strong? Can I switch to becoming a knife user? Suddenly, I feel my knife is only suitable for cutting tofu (T▽T)..."

Black Maple Master unsheathed his gleaming metal sword, bracing himself for the impending clash. Alexander and his opponent engaged in a swift exchange. Alexander delivered a trio of slashes, each one bristling with a fierce, almost tangible force. Black Maple Master parried the first two blows, but the third pushed him to his limits, his aura flaring into a crimson hue. He had delved into the dark arts, mastering techniques even more sinister than the Grand Hart Lord. Boom! With another mighty swing, Alexander sent Feyen Cooper stumbling back. The red aura shielded Black Maple Master, leaving him with only a tingling sensation in his arm, no real harm done.

There was no sound of blades slicing through muscle, no grunts of pain from our attackers. “Hold the line!” Kaelen roared, his black sword carving a lethal arc through the air. He buried his blade into the chest of a gray-skinned attacker, but the man didn’t flinch. The steel passed through his torso as if he were made of smoke and shadow, leaving a gaping, bloodless hole that didn’t slow his advance. The villager lunged forward, his silver dagger missing Kaelen’s throat by a hair’s breadth.

"Couldn't sleep, Your Highness? Or is spying on your guests another royal tradition?" "Observing," he corrected, pushing off the arch and walking toward her. The mist curled around his boots. "My father said you were educated in the feminine arts. He failed to mention the art of bladework." "It's a border feminine art. We have different priorities." She watched him approach, assessing not as a woman assesses a man, but as a strategist assesses terrain. He moved with a latent power, restrained but evident. He was taller up close, the morning light carving the sharp angles of his face.

Blood darkens his fur. He doesn’t make a sound. The cut doesn’t slow him. I duck under a snapping jaw and roll, coming up on one knee with my second blade already up. I strike again. Deeper. Cleaner. This is familiar. The burn in my arms. The narrowing of my vision. The way the rest of the world drops out when my body remembers what it’s for.

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.

He swing his sword aiming for his head. "Your head is mine!" Alucard then focus all his power to his attack. Hiyojin then attack Leomord within the air. The three warriors cornered Leomord. But, three shield emerges within Leomord's body. The three warriors didn't expect this tactic from him. Then, a numerous arrows were shot around Leomord. This arrows came from Leomord's body. The three warriors stepped back as they defend themselves against the arrows that launching in the area.