Booba Sword Novels & Stories

“You are not a real swordsman so don’t let the LARP get to your head. You might poke somebodies eyes out.” The other guy supported this argument by saying, “Arthur is right, Barabis. Although that sword is made of wood, it can still poke somebody’s eyes out if you are not careful.” Barabis smiled and remarked, “You guys are just jealous that your swords aren’t as cool as mine. Yours is the worst, Franklin.” He held his mighty weapon up for the heavens to adore. “This magnificent blade was hand forged by me in the pit of Obsidian Pandour.” “More like the bottom of your basement, bro.” Barabis’s friends laughed at his ridiculous display of valour, moreover, told him that he was the reason why

Kayson shouted icily right after he spoke, the cry sounding like thunder that erupted above the whole Osborn residence. “What a bold claim from a mere peak pre-celestial fighter. I didn’t plan to pay attention to you initially, but since you’re so brazen, show me how good you are.” As soon as those words were spoken, a golden sword beam slashed through the dark night. Menacing sword energy engulfed the space, and the roof of the Osborn residence was flipped off as a result. “Hah, Valdis Osborn, a Smasher like you attacking a young man? Aren’t you embarrassed?”

’ everybody assumed impatiently. Tension of the crowd was aroused in alarm, their hearts raced with unwelcoming anticipation. Finally, a figure emerged from the huge waves as a victor, the sword of Eryndor– Eryndor, exhausted but triumphant, his Conch shell still clutched in his hand.

Boom! Sword ray and essence overflowed simultaneously. The others didn't even have time to react, including the nine eighth-levels. Only a few could see what was happening clearly. Just after Adrian drew the Divine Frost Slayer Blade, Caleb suddenly rushed forward and unsheathed his own blade. He slashed downward, unleashing a barbaric sword ray that fiercely descended toward Adrian's head. It was a straightforward strike, devoid of fancy maneuvers, but brimming with unmatched power.

because of this chance, Timot again raises his sword now he covers it with mana as the mana enchant the sword it became more sharper and deadlier but the Blue Serpent is planning to move its head already! as the Serpent planning to move its head upward from the air, a figure can be seen! "not in my watch!"- Bobby using his Barrier as a platform, he jumps and stabs the head of the Blue Serpent, the head slam to the ground, and makes it more easily to be targeted by Timot! "HAAAAAAA!!"- Timot

She was so used to him always doing the negotiations, she had fallen silent by virtue of habit. “Um, I, I would like to have the Amber Bow,” she said, her voice dripping with uncertainty. “Would you really?” Chuckled Papa Bois, raising his thick grey eyebrows. It was the first time he had so much as cracked a smile since they had met him. He seemed amused by Cory. “Yes, I need it. Very much! I…my friends have the Vermillion Sword and the Crimson Axe,” she explained. “And you do not wish to be left out?” Wondered Papa Bois aloud.

The two swords combined to create a single, long sword with two blades at its base and point. SWING! Nawa's sword made a resounding sound as it spun and swung. The Assassin Nawa's combination sword now tore through the Baboon's stomach. Still, it turned out to be simply scraping the skin of his stomach, being saved by the feathers on the lengthy belly. Although there was a little incision cut on his abdomen where blood was oozing out, the Baboon did not die. The roar of fists as the Baboon's fists approached two warriors who looked no less fast by performing the posture of scraping their swords onto the mossy floor, as Raike and Yazu, two warriors with their long swords closest to him, was l

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 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.

I replied not bothering to know his name anymore. "We should let go of you? You are a threat to us girl, you have caused me alot of loss." He signalled to one of the Dumbo's, I mean the warriors, who brought him a long shimmering silver sword. I refer them as dumbo's because they actually behave like one.