Breaker Sword Novels & Stories

Freya said and I laughed. We roared in laughter and sighed. After finishing breakfast, Freya exited my room. I gawked at my sword for a while and I recalled fond memories. I remembered when my father first gave me this sword and I couldn't lift it up at that time. I was quite upset about it but he encouraged me. This sword was made by one of the best blacksmiths in our pack. The metal was one of the strongest ever used, it was unbreakable. It could also kill any immortal alive, be it vampire, nephilim or any supernatural being.

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.

She said don’t worry I will heal you. He asked what made you stand on the sword and felt comfortable. I couldn’t answer I just looked at him. He said my son don’t you ever underestimate the power of the bully sword. Whatever it wants to do no man or power can stop it. Do you know that a bully sword can repair itself in case it breaks? If it breaks the command, it to repair itself and it would obey your command. Daddy s it possible for someone to have access to the bully sword? No, the bully sword has been specially designed in the celestial word for only chanters. It is not easy for someone somewhere to get it.

The blade gleamed with a brilliant silver light, its edge shimmering with a promise of sharpness. The blood sword! I exclaimed internally, astonished by the fact that I had successfully conjured the legendary weapon known to be wielded by a valiant warrior from Cairos—a neighboring nation to Springgan. Apollo had shared stories about it, expressing his dream to create such a weapon one day. Empowered by the gauntlet, I held the blood sword with ease. The blade's edge gleamed, a testament to its lethal potential. Just as the icy shield surrounding me shattered, the dominus seized the opportunity to consume me. Its jaws opened wide as it lunged towards me. Reacting swiftly, I positioned the sw

​The sight of her blood broke me faster than any army ever could. ​I opened my hand. ​The heavy silver broadsword hit the mud with a dull, defeated thud.

Jorvan had not come for his shift yet, so I was alone in transporting the food and setting up the stall. As I was straightening up, a longsword suddenly sliced the air on its way to my neck. “Bwahaha, your talent items will be mine!” The B-Rank longsword was shattered, and the pieces fell to the ground with clinks. I had expressionlessly activated the A-Rank defense shield I had bought from the player market and sent him flying dozens of feet away.

The obsidian blade goes through the grey Harvester’s plate as though the plate is warm wax, and the cut does not slow at the armor the way every law of the physical world says it should, because the engine is at full and full means the blade carries my entire frequency into the steel ahead of the edge, and the steel forgets, for one impossible instant, how to be solid.

"He never seemed like a decent guy to me. Why else would his own fiancee keep standing him up at the altar?" "I bet he even slept his way into his position." My head was ringing. A wave of raw fury shot straight to the top of my skull, and I was about to call the police to report the slander when Bryce came rushing out of nowhere. He threw himself in front of me, his face twisted into a perfect portrait of grief and righteous anger. "Mr. Hartwell, please, I'm begging you. Just give me back my watch. My mom gave it to me for my 18th birthday, and she passed away years ago. It's the only thing I have left of her."

His knife—a monomolecular blade that could cut through enhanced armor like tissue paper—traced a silver arc toward Griffin's exposed back. Only years of combat training saved Griffin's life. He spun with inhuman grace, the blade grazing his ribs instead of piercing his heart, drawing a line of fire across enhanced skin that healed even as the cut was made. But Twin B's assault didn't pause—he flowed from the missed strike into a grappling maneuver designed to break Griffin's neck with mechanical efficiency.

' Roy growled loud. 'Alpha,' someone shouted from the back. We turned around to see the doctor running after Emma and shouting, 'Alpha' repeatedly. Before we could process what was happening, Emma got to me and I felt pain vibrate through me. I looked down to see Emma's hand holding the hilt of a sword that has disappeared into my chest. I pulled away from her and she withdrew out the knife. She was about to stab me from the back but the doctor got to her and knocked her out cold.