Blue Sword Anime Novels & Stories

Sasuke yelled Naruto's eyes shot out in two streams of brilliant light, and a huge longsword appeared in the palm of his hand. "Wind and Fire Strike, Spiral Shuriken," a sword that stabs the Ant King's weak spot. "Boom!" A mushroom cloud rises. "Not bad, even I can't help but praise you guys for actually hurting me" It could be seen that the Sky Ant King's abdomen was already bloody where it connected to his chest. 'It's over,' the exhausted crowd flashed a flash of despair

That was the only mercy in the moment, and it was a thin one. Celeste angled Hellebore a fraction higher. Not a threat. A declaration. Ares’s eyes dropped to the blade and lingered there, as if he could not decide whether it offended him or fascinated him more. “You are standing on mortal ground with a weapon in your hand and an aura that should not belong to you.” Celeste did not lower the sword. “And yet it does.” The gold in her eyes deepened. The electricity in her hair brightened. The sand beneath her feet shifted again, deepening the concavity by another inch.

Every head turned to Littume as he held it. The broadblade was a deep blue color, even from where he stood Boro could make out the fineness of it. The blade seemed to ripple as the light of the sun hit it, and Boro could see the pattern of waves in the center of the blade, showing that the blade metal had been twisted over and over in the forging process. Though the blade was mostly a deep blue color, Boro could just slightly make out a hint of red in the pattern of the blade. This sword must have taken spans to forge, and it looked as if it had never been used. "This sword once belonged to me, and has since been reforged using our more advanced techniques." Lord Jetir told his son, who stil

Theo drag his body out of the stream to shore and laid back making the huffing sound. It was Theo first battle, and it was the hardest battle of all, and as well as Theo regret not bringing his sword, because it would be a little bit easy, with the black sword, over time during the practices, Theo notice that the black sword was too sharp, and feel regretted and thankful for the person who sold it without knowing anything.

“I would gladly hear it from you, Contejo.” A swift move from the blue-eyed man caused another clashing of their blades. His leg quickly bent and slashed a move towards Vander’s balance. However, counting the same level they possess, the prince quickly dodged the move and leap off, trying to stab Diego from behind. “Aha! Missed!” mocks the blue-eyed man laughing sarcastically and gashes the sword four times rapidly and with no pausing. Causing the prince to counter defend and had no choice to step back the further his opponent’s sword challenges him.

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.

"I love you Silver. I love you with my entire being." "You have made me the strongest man, now, I will go and fight for our love and I will win. For you I will." Shinja waved Silver bye and went into Brown's room. In Brown's room she wished him good luck and walked out. She did not kiss him but pecked him on his right cheek. The Arena The princes were finally staged in the arena each in his corner. Silver wore silver armor representing his kingdom. Brown wore armor colored caramel to depict his kingdom. The same colors adorned their corners respectfully. Bolton sounded the gong and the fight begun.

Ruby swooped to the right, pulling Nya out of the way of that arrow and then followed Gavin’s dragon up into the air for a returning pass. It was then that Nya saw Slate. He was in his human form, on top of the castle on one of the turrets, fighting against a mob of Beelzanborg soldiers. His brother was by his side, and the two of them were making short work of the group as it was. But since Ruby was nearing their position, she lowered her head and sent a burst of fire at the Beelzanborg troops, hitting several of them, knocking many of them to the ground, many of them on fire.

Even if they would still respond if the master only used their energy. Rion's sword was named Zephyr. The 'gentle breeze', even though the attack was not anything gentle at all. It was always deadly, but with the minimum wound. This is how Rion could show a little compassion to those who fell as his enemies. A quick, merciful death.

I caught the unit by the high-collar of its suit, my fingers crushing the reinforced plating, and slammed it into the granite fireplace. The stone cracked. The Harvester’s head caved in with a dull, wet thud of hydraulics. Silence rushed back into the room, heavy and jagged. I stood over the wreckage, chest heaving. The Phantom Blade dripped with a mix of synthetic fluid and the faint, silver sheen of my own blood where the kickback had nicked my thumb. I didn't look at the kills. I looked at my hands. The silver threads weren't just lacing my veins anymore; they were burning through the skin of my wrists, glowing with a violet light that refused to fade.