Blood Swords Novels & Stories

Cameo asked from behind me as I stepped into the air-conditioned space. I ignored him. My fingers drifted lazily over the weapons. Metal kissing my skin, while one name burned through my mind. Abel Roshid. “Sir?” “Cameo, do as I’ve said.” My voice cut in, cold and final. His heavy sigh followed, then the sound of the door closing behind him. When I was alone, I picked the flick blade with serrated edges. Unsheathed it and ran my thumb along the ridges, feeling every bite of it. A dark smile curled on my face.

"You! We ain't letting you have our fish, we---" The boss didn't continue his statement when he started bubbling in his own bloody fresh, he squeezed through his blood flooding the entire ground with his blood and it was only then he notice a gold bloody sword pierced through his stomach, a blade of a paladin with a different styles not a pirate can wear nor they can use. "Bloody mary! You unfruitful bastard! You scummy iron wines! " the boss yelled screaming as his body collapsed on the floor.

However, even as he died, more elders appeared around him! "Insolence!" one of them bellowed, his face contorting with rage. "You're dead meat, brat! How dare you slay mentors of Corvus Academy! Do you even know who has our backs?" "Not interested!" Caleb laughed in disdain as he launched four more flying swords: Windrider, Windpiercer, Windsearer, and Windblazer! And that made eight swords dance across the battlefield, each virtually a reaper's scythe, decapitating the mentors as their blood spurted a few feet high!

As he was talking, Lou’s voice trailed off. At this moment, he was staring wide-eyed at David in front of him in shock. Because a long red sword had appeared in David’s hand at some point. The long sword was not scary. What was terrifying was the long sword in the hands of the Eternal Golden Body. That was no ordinary sword. It was a Soulbound Weapon, a priceless treasure! Lou had been a dishonest merchant for so many years, but all his savings added up was still not enough to buy a Soulbound Weapon.

The blade gleamed with a brilliant silver light, its edge shimmering with a promise of sharpness. The blood sword! I exclaimed internally, astonished by the fact that I had successfully conjured the legendary weapon known to be wielded by a valiant warrior from Cairos—a neighboring nation to Springgan. Apollo had shared stories about it, expressing his dream to create such a weapon one day. Empowered by the gauntlet, I held the blood sword with ease. The blade's edge gleamed, a testament to its lethal potential. Just as the icy shield surrounding me shattered, the dominus seized the opportunity to consume me. Its jaws opened wide as it lunged towards me. Reacting swiftly, I positioned the sw

But there was also a tiny scent of scorched earth mixing in with his scent. He would surely die, the black is just as poisonous as the the xonarva river. His rage had completely taken over his form, even his speed had slightly increased because of this. I dragged the blades of my swords against each other as I braced for impact. They sounded like two metal swords should, but they weren't metal swords. They were made of ice. I set the swords and Ethos's Lycan rammed straight into them. His beast went wild, fighting to get a chunk of me but the length of my swords wouldn't let him, he clawed and clawed viciously at my arms but I wouldn't let you and I wouldn't let a single tear leave my eyes.

A medium lengthened double H sword with a tint of white and gold appeared beside his palm, so he gripped the grip of the sword and slashed it in the air in front of him diagonally to the left. Who will win? Good or Evil ?

One gold. Every person on the battlefield stared in disbelief. Even Seraphine's eyes widened. "Impossible..." Aster whispered. "The Twin Blades." Elyan slowly smiled. "So the prophecy was incomplete." The red-eyed creature staggered backward. Fear finally appeared in its burning crimson eyes. "No... It cannot be." Seraphine looked at Kael and Rhydian with quiet pride. "It is time." Kael gripped the silver blade. Rhydian raised the golden one. The two swords began to resonate, filling the battlefield with blinding light.

I said. "Why?" She asked. I shrugged my shoulder. "I guess to start his pack. I once overheard mother say that the evil Ripper was no longer Haven's business but New-Yawk's as he had started a deadly pack there." "That's so cool." Sandra said, already in awe of him. "Dangerous but cool." She added. She was right. Blade's history was somehow cool, except… "Is that all?" She asked, snapping her fingers at my face. "Is that all you saw about him."

She headed towards the Alpha's garden, the sound of ripping clothes pushing her to run faster, and her dress dug painfully into her ribs. The Alpha's office came into view as she rounded the corner, thundering paw-prints gaining on her. Glass shattered as she slammed into the windows and twisted at the last minute to shield her face. The floor came up fast in the darkness. Metal on metal sang as she snatched the ancient sword from its resting place and drew it. The sword gleamed at eye level, and the bookshelf pressed into her back as a guttural snarl erupted from her throat. There was now only the quiet crunching of glass and the dripping of her blood onto the floor.