Blood Swords Novels & Stories

“Sanguis Umbra... arise.” From my back, wings exploded—jagged, glass-like constructs of obsidian laced with crimson veins. The sky flickered with lightning as the blood in my veins answered my call. A hiss escaped my lips as my sword appeared—Crimson Mourning—forged in the underworld and fed with the souls of fallen enemies. The blade thrummed in my hand, alive, hungry. All around us, the wizards unleashed their spells. Lightning, flame, frost—chaotic and furious. But I moved with the grace of a phantom, slicing through the spells as I charged forward.

The frozen trenches of the Forbidden Mountains screamed with a chaotic symphony of clashing steel, howling blizzards, and exploding dark magic. Following my command, Beta Thomas and the soldiers had sliced their own palms, coating their silver swords in blood. The effect was instantaneous and breathtaking. Every time a blood-slicked blade collided with a blue-eyed phantom warrior, it disintegrates the skeletal phantoms into clouds of black ash. We were actively pushing them back, carving a bloody path up the snow-covered mountain ridges.

Swoosh! Several beams of sword light ripped through the air. Every beam of sword light meant the death of a saint-level mercenary. Although the saint-level mercenaries had gained the upper hand, six or seven of them died in an instant before they could react. The beams of silver sword light destroyed everything wherever they passed. Even the defense of the saint-level mercenaries was as fragile as a piece of paper in front of these beams. "Bang! Bang! Bang!" The saint-level mercenaries exploded like watermelons smashed by a giant hammer, and blood and bones fell from the sky.

There were a lot of books about conjurer’s secrets and weapons. Rose shouted My Prince please come over there were three superweapons. Commander was standing behind one so as Rose and Judith were standing behind theirs. Commander took the ax and there was a booklet he took it up. Rose got A long super sword she took it and there was a booklet too. Judith took the blood swords. Immediately she took it the blood sword began to talk give me your blood I can’t recognize you. She cut her fingers for little blood for the blood sword. Rose also cut the tip of her finger for blood for her super sword.

The warriors staggered back momentarily, fear flickering in their eyes, but soon they formed a barrier, blocking my path. "So, it must be a fight then. I welcome the challenge," I declared, stepping onto my crossed swords and drawing them from their sheaths. The warriors advanced, seeking to restrain me, but with a swift kick to their stomachs, I sent them staggering backward. Other warriors joined the fight, attempting to block my movement, and in a matter of seconds, chaos followed. Swinging my swords with precision, I severed heads from their bodies, crimson blood spattering upon me, though I paid it no mind.

“Of course! She wanted to raise the swords!” “A sword is the king of soldiers. How much blade aura would be condensed if so many divine swords were gathered and buried inside the sword grave? It’d be simply unimaginable. And, the blade aura could help her raise a peerlessly divine sword!” Alex asked, “What kind of sword is that?” Lena said, “I heard my mother mention it before. Rumor has it that Saria Zomer’s plan to raise the sword was actually a success! The sword that she raised belonged to her brother-in-law. It’s called... the Godslayer!”

He looked like a man watching a nature documentary. He walked toward the balcony door. He didn't rush. He moved with a slow, deliberate grace that made my stomach turn to ice. He pushed the door open and stepped out into the cold. "Toby Miller," Laredo said, his voice a low, pleasant hum. "I must say, I’m impressed. The climb from the lower deck is quite challenging, especially for someone with your... limited athletic profile." Toby stepped in front of me, shielding my nakedness with his body. He pulled the knife from his belt, the blade glinting in the moonlight. "Let her go, Laredo. It’s over. I know everything."

Men do not put your blood where enemies can smell it by accident. Not men like him. The Phantom Blade is in my hand before I have finished the thought. The titanium needle, drawn from my hair, and the point of it is under Damian’s ribs, in the soft place below the sternum, angled up, where I would put it if I meant it, and in the cramped dark of the sphere nobody else has even seen me move. “Where did you get my blood,” I say. Very quietly. “And what else have you sold with it.”

The sword was blood-red with a realistic dragon carved on it. It was about three feet and two inches long. ‘Blood Drinking Sword’ was engraved into the other side of the blade. What was happening? Darryl could barely react when a buzzing, mysterious voice entered his head. “The Blood Drinking Sword has acknowledged its master. Current level: Category Red, Level One.” ‘Wow! Even weapons have their own levels as well. ‘Category Red, Level One’ must be strong!” thought Darryl excitedly.

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.