Black Swordsman Novels & Stories

"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.

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.

The sword shined as the yellow illumination of light reflected on its blade. He took one of the swords and thought, |It was a well-made sword.| Then he checked the name of a smith who made the sword, he picked the scabbard after noticing that no marks of sword-smith on the blade itself, good thing that it was written on the scabbard. "SarSmith..." he mumbled as he read the name of the swordsmith. He's not really proficient enough in using a sword. Since he was only 5 years old when his teacher taught him some basic sword techniques.

3RD PERSON Everyone is holding their breath while waiting for the duel between Black Dragon and Hercules to start. They seems to be trying to gauge each other’s skill on the sword. Hercules is using a longsword and JD is using a katana. Who will dominate the duel? Everyone is waiting to witness it. Finally, Hercules raised his sword and attacks JD in full force. JD just lightly flicks his katana towards his longsword and deflects the attack. “Is that your best?” JD asks Hercules who is already starting to get annoyed.

He lifted his right hand; a big black sword appeared firmly in his hand, accompanied by a crisp sound. The big black sword had a chilly aura, and it was a purple category weapon.

My fingers are on my chin as I crouched and looked at it. The cover or the sheath was silver with a few pints of gold, I don't understand the engravings etched on it. Because of my curiosity, I held it and released it from its sheath. Unlike other sword, its blade was bluish and silver, the handle was wood in color and the cover was glass. It was not as heavy as it look. I lifted it up and swayed it... Imagining I was a samurai fighting some bad guys. I chuckled.

She faintly felt that the sword was slowly getting her powers and she smirked at how cunning the sword is. She pointed at the sword and giggled. She didn’t expect the sword to be that shameless. “Leen, have you seen a shameless sword before?” The sword flinched and Lixien curved up her lips. The sword can even understand what she says. Leen blinked her eyes and tilted her head. ‘How can a sword be shameless?’ There was also a rumor that the sword has a guardian who wears a white customized clothes. What can that mean except that the sword is a man itself? The sword slightly moved forward.

I let out a breath I had not realized I was holding. But if he was not here for that, what did he come here for? “I want you to get a blade for me” he continued, overlooking the balcony and the stables below from a distance with his eyes. When I still remained silent, he carried on “the vendor must not know you’re from the castle or have any connections with us. All you’re permitted to say is that you need an enchanted blade for protection. There’s a chance he would bring out the specific blade I seek with the rest of his collection. You would purchase the blade and return to the castle. If the blade is not among the pile he displays to you, press further and if he does not give in, purchase

"But what are these resources you meant?" The leader of the Travis Tribe grinned at them as he leaned back. "We are the Blacksmiths of Karhan. The blades of the Travis are impenetrable, and sturdy. If you allow us to make you a fine blade, then you will become unbeatable." Dana stared at the Travis leader with her finger intertwined under her chin. She closed her eyes and stood, her hands pressed on the table. Dana's hands reached for her sword and they tensed when she pulled out the blade of the Blood Star. A black blade with sharp double edges despite the many battles it faced. It made a whirring noise when she pulled it out of its silver sheath.