Breaker Sword Novels & Stories

“Prideful Sword: Guard of the Half-Moon” *Boom* Breaker’s hammer crashed into Abe immediately after he activated Guard of the Half-Moon. The large hammer was like a mountain that had descended. For that was exactly how Abe felt. Guard of the Half-Moon was a powerful skill. But even it could do so much when there was a great disparity in strength between user and aggressor. And that was exactly what was happening now. Guard of the Half-Moon was able to absorb almost half of the energy that came crushing down on Abe. But it could only do that much. And the rest of the turbulent energy travelled past the sword’s blade and exited through the handle of the sword before crashing into Abe’s armor.

Their reaction was enough to indicate that even the Sword Titan’s own people couldn’t withstand his decision. “Everyone, take it easy,” the Sword Titan said softly as he stroked his white beard. “My action today is not an act as bullying the weak and robbing him of his sword. In fact, Storm Breaker is the name of the sword in this Sword Warrior’s hand. It is a sword that I had forged myself.

Creed instantly knew that he shouldn't take the hit head-on, though it was a simple punch, that move looked very overbearing; Just before Lazy Soul was about to punch, Creed pulled out his new weapon 'Mayhem Saber' and put his saber in front of his head. "This is my clan Ghost Ravens' famous skill 'Bone Smasher' reinforced with my 'Hell Gauntlet'," Laze Soul grumbled after he saw Creed trying to stop the attack with a mere sword."Now get ready to sacrifice your sword." Creed didn't mind his warning and didn't alter his actions. Even if the weapon broke, this was just a replica of the weapon inside his mind palace. But the moment his gauntlets hit the Saber, a gigantic pulse of a shock wave a

Exactly as seen earlier in the castle. The sword. “What does that one do?” I asked, pointing to it. “It drinks blood. For anyone it kills, their blood is stored in the blade. You would try to always have a clothing between you and the hilt” That did not sound more beneficial than fairy dust. “So how useful would it be to protect me?” With only a smile, “very” Time to close the deal. “I have one silver coin” playing with the coins against my fingers. “Make it three and we have a deal”

Seraphina shimmered in warm golds and oranges, her aura like sunrise. Killian stepped forward, grinning broadly “We Southerners don’t wrap our gifts in riddles. We bring fire and steel.” He presented a sword, forged in the heart of the Southern volcanoes. Its blade burned faintly red, not with heat, but with ancient enchantment. “This is Ashbreaker. Forged to defend your people, tempered in loyalty. Only a true Alpha may wield it without harm. May it protect your family, your Luna, and your future.”

"And I'll repeat the same thing if you dare try to hurt my husband!" She was about to say something as we both heard Kareem's voice. He opened the door and entered,from where I was, I could see him scanning the room. I felt disappointed coz it seems like he was looking for her I was about to leave when Safeenah screamed all of a sudden. I stood there frozen looking at her with wide eyes. The knife I was using,she took it and cut her self with it,after doing that she quickly throw the knife to me making it fall on my feet

I was so lost in my thoughts that I didn't even realize that they had both entered the room. Justin closed the door and that's when I realized he was shirtless and didn't even have a gash. "What happened to your stab wound?" I croaked out. He laughed bitterly as he looked down at me. "Babygirl I've been shot and stabbed with real knifes multiple times. A piece of glass can't hurt me." He explained as he looked down at my body as if it were a piece of meat. "But you were bleeding you should at least have a scar." I said in confusion.

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.

His grip over his trident tightened and muscles bulged. Creed, on the other hand, pulled out a real sword from its scabbard that he had brought from the local market. Unfortunately, This was just an ordinary sword that he had purchased because he didn't have any other sword-like weapon with him. With all the things happening, he still hadn't got a chance to get a sword that could rival Mayhem Saber yet. However, Creed was not planning to whine because of it. Just as he took a stance, the clone dashed right in front of him like a deranged devil. Creed jumped back to the block, but his arm went numb the moment Trident grazed his sword.

“If you’re going to break me, it’s going to take a lot more than a few bruises.” Aiden’s lips curled into a faint smile, though it wasn’t one of warmth. “Is that so?” He moved toward the center of the clearing, his movements fluid, controlled. He picked up a training sword—a blunt blade designed not to kill but to leave a painful reminder of your mistakes—and tossed one to me. I caught it awkwardly, my arms still sore from the day before, but I gripped the handle tightly, refusing to let him see how much pain I was in.