Bluespirit Sword Novels & Stories

Lixien didn’t give a glance to Leen and continued examining the sword. If it’s from seven mountains, then this must be the ‘Flaming Red Fire of Lava’. It was a sword that everyone is obsessed with. It’s a sword that chooses his master. It also can talk from others' descriptions. She squinted her eyes. Why is Vailn giving her such a precious gift? She snapped her fingers and blinked. Her brows were slightly frowned as she was understanding why he was being too considerate or was it not considerate?

Blood splattered everywhere. "You too!" Chase swung his blade again. Several more warriors fell, becoming lifeless. Chase examined the weapon in his hand. "This sword isn't bad," he remarked, turning it over in his grasp. The sword was originally a mundane-grade spiritual weapon but had recently undergone refinement, elevating it to a profound-grade spiritual weapon. Profound-grade spiritual weapons were far rarer and more valuable than their lesser counterparts. They contained intricate runic formations that provided purer spiritual energy, greatly enhancing a martial artist's cultivation speed.

Adir place the hair on Castus palm " You're my friend and that's hard to be" "You're saying all of this because you don't know what happened,the Dotedrins killed a lot of witches back then,they thought they'd the supreme power over everything"Castus exhale tired of repeating himself"The hair is blue" "Blue?are you sure it's blue?" " Yes, it's color..."Castus pause. "Your dream" "The girl hair is also blue now don't tell me this is a coincidence" " It is but you didn't even see the girl face because it's blurry"Castus utter " I know it's rare for someone to have a natural blue hair but..."

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

I need my sword. Reaching behind my back, I feel the cool, smooth texture of my marking shift beneath my fingers. There’s a brief moment where the ink pulses, almost as if it’s alive, before it solidifies into the hilt of my sword. I draw it out, feeling the familiar weight settle into my hand. The blade hums with energy, a glowing blue that pulses in time with my heartbeat. This sword is mine, a part of me, born of my blood and soul. Athena’s gift, forged from my very essence.

Wilbur sent the man holding the sword stumbling backward with a punch as a long, silver sword appeared in his hand, which he then swung toward the Soul-Clutch Hand. The silvery sword was a weapon that Wilbur had conjured out of pure spirit energy. The Soul-Clutch Hand was also an attack that targeted the soul. It could be said that this was a battle between spirit energy and the soul. Wilbur was going to go against a mid-tier spell that targeted the soul, using nothing but his powerful spirit energy. Just then, a thin sword appeared out of nowhere behind Wilbur to stab him in the hip. At the same time, Baz flew to his feet and charged toward Wilbur.

His body was glowing with a blue light and, in his hands, was the longest sword Abigail had ever seen. *** The wind sang in his ears as he continued to plummet in the air, towards the direction of the dragon. He could feel the surge and the electrifying sensation that continued to overwhelm him. With one swift motion, he landed on the back of the creature and drove his blazing blue sword into a heavy scale. Some blue flames shot out of his sword, breaking the scale of the dragon and burning the flesh underneath.

"We don't need to go to Lin's house. Let's go to my place so I can change. This is a minor wound. I can handle it myself." Ludriev took her spirit sword she had previously put on the side of the arena, and followed him without anymore words. Spirit sword was forged in a special method for those who reached a certain level in swordsmanship. The sword was unique and believed to be sacred, as it had its own spirit, which, if it didn't feel a strong connection with the wielder, they wouldn't be able to use it. Therefore, usually a sword spirit only had one owner and vice versa.

Blake said as the sword glowed brightly and spoke. “Hello, I’m Silver Light. Please take care of me.” Silver Light introduced herself to everyone. “A Spirited Sword!” Michael and Maia exclaimed simultaneously. The rest of the women didn’t understand what a spirited sword was, but the two-winged race did. Blake briefly explained how he came across Silver Light and told everyone in the room about her past owner. ‘Truly a marvel that he could acquire such a rare item. What other secrets does Blake hold?’ Michael wondered as he watched the sword float over to Susan and touched her head.

There must be something else. “After I defeat him again,” he said, his eyes on Prince Ron. “you’re coming with me.” Vathar scoffed as he stepped forward, drawing out his weapon. “I'd like to see you try.” The scimitar slid free in a hiss of metal—red and silver. Its edge shimmered like liquid fire the surface glistening with runes. He leveled it toward the Earth Spirit. “He’s not going anywhere with you.” “You think I can’t destroy you both where you stand?” The Earth Spirit said, and with a sweep of his hand, his own blade materialized. The sword was long and straight, its hilt glittering with crystalline veins of emerald and quartz.