Chaos Sword Novels & Stories

Sekora asked. “You will be able to recognize them by the symbols on the hilt, first there is the Tsunami sword recognizable by the wave, next is the Earth breaker sword represented by broken earth, next is the Shadow sword represented by a ghost, next is the Sun saber represented by a sun, next is the Phoenix Wing sword recognized by wings, next is the Speed sword represented by a rabbit and finally there is the Power sword represented by a bull.” D2 replied going back to the lighter tone of voice.

A sharp tear echoed through the air as my hand accidentally caught his fine silver cape, ripping the seam straight down to the hem. Dammit. "Insolent wench!" Someone roared. A tall man standing next to him instantly drew a sword, his eyes burning as he stepped forward with the tip of the blade to my throat. "How dare a filthy maid touch-" "Hold your blade, Raven," the blonde man commanded smoothly, raising a single hand. Raven froze, begrudgingly sheathing his sword, though he kept his glare locked on me. "I am so sorry," I gasped, scrambling backward on my hands and knees. "I just wanted to thank you, but I tripped… I can fix it! Please, I have a sewing kit in my room. Let me repair your ca

I shook my head, trying not to picture him naked. "Eww, come out please!" The door burst open suddenly, revealing his wet torso. He just had a towel wrapped around his waist and his hair was wet from the shower. Oh, fuck me already. I licked my lips unknowingly and flicked my eyes to meet his gaze. He had a huge smirk plastered on his face and came closer towards me.

There was just enough chain draped off his arms to give him some extra reach without getting in his way, and honestly, he looked far more like a god of death in that stance rather than my snarky warrior. "Okay, I swear, every single time I think he's already terrifying enough, he steps it up another notch. Like, honestly, chain swords? It doesn't really get much scarier than that, Ari. Either you have absolute balls of steel, or you're just straight up psychotic." Lexi whispered as those rich chocolate eyes bored into me, but I just grinned as we all turned our attention to the now fully open gate in front of him.

When he finished, he extended his arm, tested the looseness in his shoulders, and closed his fists with controlled precision—nothing abrupt, just enough for the chained men to feel the weight of what was coming. Tommaso walked to the table, his slow steps echoing through the silence, and let his hand glide over the instruments as if weighing his options one by one. His fingers paused over the hatchet. He lifted it calmly, turned the blade toward the light, and tested its weight with precision, fully aware of the two men’s stares burning into his back—heavy, resigned, as if they were already bracing for the first strike. “This one seems… interesting,” Tommaso remarked, turning to face them as

"Arson is intense, but I've been friends with him since junior high when he pulled my ponytail for pulling him to the ground. He is a cuddly teddy bear underneath all that attitude." Storm sighs, "If you say so, Cactus." He shakes his head in disapproval mumbling at how he isn't so sure. "You know Jen, JT, and I are here if you need us. Think of us as your weapons if you need us to be." He walks off to the tack room before I can respond to him so I walk to the stair at the back of the barn and up the loft. 'Storm can think what he likes, but I know how to handle Chaos.' Chaos is the weapon I've been able to wield for the majority of my life.

James immediately refused, saying, “You can’t control the Chaos Sword.” The Chaos Sword was from the Chaos District and contained the power of the Nine Voices of Chaos. James was afraid Waleria would identify the power within it.

This blade was named Chaos Blade, the symbol of the garrison leader, and it didn't belong to Adrian. Yet, in such a critical moment, he had managed to call upon it. As soon as the Chaos Blade appeared in Adrian's hand, his aura surged, filling the air with sizzling sounds. When his intensified aura covered the blood-red ghostly hands, sounds of sizzling echoed through the air. The ghostly hands began to melt away at a visible rate, just like the earlier Blood Specters.

It opened his mind. … Three days soon passed. Chase remained in his room, seated cross-legged on the floor. His body was floating mid-air, and there was a bright purple glow around him. A blurry purple star seemed to slowly appear behind him. It was a star that was enveloped in purple light and was bright enough to light up the night sky. Something was happening then. There was a strong surge of soul energy inside Chase's consciousness that formed into a massive sword hanging mid-air. The sword was different from the sword auras he had previously cultivated. It had an intimidating air about it that was suffocating. It was almost like the sword was born out of chaos. There was a sharp sword e

Whoosh! The huge soul sword that was fighting against the three Divine Void Warriors completely swallowed the red light. The grayish-black sharp sword acted as if it came from an abyss as it broke through the attack and defense of the first three Divine Void Warriors. The sword pierced through the bodies of the three Divine Void Warriors within the blink of an eye. As the three huge soul swords pierced through their bodies, the first three Divine Void Warriors instantly turned into red specks of light and floated in midair.