Black Swordsman Novels & Stories

The descent of the obsidian void-blade was a slow-motion catastrophe. It wasn't a weapon meant to draw blood; it was a conceptual guillotine designed to sever the "Mate Bond" at the root. Silas Blackwood watched the colossal shard of darkness approaching, and for the first time in three years, he didn't feel rage. He felt a profound, quiet clarity.

Once he took action, it was either them or him! "Insolence! Who dares screw around on the turf of us Blackmoon Traders!" A voice snarled viciously, and they could all feel the powerful aura charging straight at Caleb, only for him to swing his sword in retaliation. World Burial Sword—Earthsplitter! Boom! Suddenly airblades were launched forward and tearing deep gashes into the sturdy obsidian floor. And the person who had just spoken was cut in half despite their powerful aura, their blood and guts splattering all over the floor gruesomely!

The man said as his fighting spirit rose. “Let's fight far from here.” Ding Bang said as he looked at everyone's scared face. “Why? Are you afraid that these weak maggots got implicated?” The man smirked. He raised his right hand up in the air, a majestic black sword with dragon engraved on it appeared. Mysterious words were written on its blade up to its hilt. Its sharp edge shines in cold luster with faint diamond aura surrounding it. An indication that his sword was a Triple S rank item.

The horde of zombies frantically charge toward where Fane was, but due to Fane dodging through the laws of space, the attacks were all useless! For a moment, the zombies did not react at all. Fane shouted loudly, "This is a good chance!" With a step forward, he launched himself forward like an arrow, rushing over with sword in hand. At that moment, fifteen Soul Swords had already merged into the long black sword in Fane's hand. The black sword radiated a black glow and looked like a black hole that could swallow everything.

asked Kariya with a smile. “Draw your sword!” screamed Luese holding up the Sun Saber. Kariya drew the Doom Giver, which he got from Lena after she beat the guardian and met Luese in the middle of the room. The Doom Giver was pure black, with red rubies and a ghost on the hilt. Both combatants moved at incredible speeds slashing and striking each other. “The Doom Giver! Why are you collecting the swords?” “It’s my part of the Grand Design.” Said Kariya jumping backward.

She felt a tremendous mana presence Familiar to her. An old man, wearing a green kimono has walked out of the chamber. Pulling out the sharp sword on his waist. Amari can't be mistaken. It was the Black Grade sword only given to King Rank Swordsman, specifically the Black Beast Sword, given to only one person. "Nerom?" She can't believe what she was seeing with the sword he's holding in his hand, it was the For a moment her breathing just stopped. ~~~ "Alkhun berhalksawn as really did it."