Chaotic Sword God Novels & Stories

He is so happy because he will finally be able to escape this chaotic world and they will be able to fulfill the simple dream of Akira and his as a normal couple. When he arrived at the condo, he immediately took a shower first to be able to clean and to make sure if he hadn't been scratched before. As the water flows through his body you can see the blood of his victims clinging to him gradually flowing into the sink. Azrael’s body is full of scars from his wounds from his previous missions and on his back is a large tattoo— “Deus Mortis” which in Latin means “God of death” is what the organization called him because of the number of impossible missions he has accomplished.

“No one is allowed to interrupt. And no other weapon is permitted aside from the chosen sword to use.” “Hercules will get the answers he wants if he wins.” Hercules’ second said. “And if Black Dragon wins, the Olympus Gang will not be seen on Korea ever again. Or they’ll will be found six feet under the ground.” Yosef added. JD and Hercules just stayed quiet and glaring at each other. Their second hand men handed their swords before they begin. Hercules will use a longsword while Black Dragon will use a katana. Both men are known to be expert on using sword during training and combat.

he shrugged and took the water bottle from Yara. "Thank you," he said to her and drank it whole. "I so much despise this Gora," she announced while riding up the stairs with Zaviar and Yara flanking her. "The Pakistani boys are much better than them." "Just because you couldn't have colorful eyes and blonde hair doesn't mean you should be jealous of the one having." She locomoted her body to look at the face of none other than Abraham Chauhdry. He was standing two steps behind her. His electric green eyes were contracted into narrow slits due to bright sunlight. His blonde hair shimmered in the sunshine. Minahil was too busy glaring at him

In an instant, the Earth Sword with soaring sword intent reached Philip! Philip was standing on the head of the giant chimera. With a frown, he raised his hand in a slash! The giant chimera spread its wings and soared into the air, slashing at the magma sword with the huge chimera sword! Boom! Clang! Sword cries filled the air! The chimera sword collided with the magma sword, and soaring sword intent exploded! This sword intent swept across all directions and formed a terrifying energy shockwave that spread around! Buzz! Even the clouds in the sky were shattered by this shockwave!

It is rumoured that the dragon sword's aura eliminates the regeneration of beings . " T-This... What are you doing? Kill her already!" Scarlett shouted, impatiently. Her nervousness overjoyed me to kill more of her remaining knights. I unsheathed another sword which was called Soul reaper. The mysterious sword that Drystan gave me before going into the battlefield. " Thanks to him, I can wipe out even the souls of these pathetic blood suckers," I cursed, slashing off the last black hood knight's head. His soul evaporated leaving only the dust of ashes.

Sweet Tooth! He was covered in burns and scratches. His hand still clutching a long sword, she never knew he owned. Leaning over him, she felt for a life beat coming from his chest. As cold and still, as the fresh fallen snow, he would suffer no more. She placed her palm on his face and offered a small blessing as she worked the sword free of his hand. She lifted the blade a bit, inspecting it as best she could in such a small hiding space. It didn't feel too heavy, so she gave it a practice swing, testing its weight as she brought the blade through the air. The blade was clean. It was apparent, Sweet Tooth, never got a chance to use it.

Boro and Mika stood in the sand circle as the two finalists. The animosity between the two was so thick in the air it was almost palpable. Boro stood in the ready form, Crane In The Water, standing perfectly balanced on one leg, his sword held out before him. Mika stood in a form that Boro didn't recognize. Boro prided himself on knowing all the forms of classical, and modern, sword art, the fact he didn't recognize this one was puzzling.

shouted Khalid, who was getting angry because he felt trapped by everyone's game in front of him. "It's not just us warriors," said Wang Ge, the warrior who was nicknamed the Asura Monk because of his strength he was ranked second after Swordsman Zou Fan. After Wang Ge said so, hundreds of swordsmen started to come out of their hiding places. chyou Chen started to grin, as the sensation of his heartbeat starting to race was getting stronger. "Is this going to be the end for me," thought Chyou Chen who started to feel a tremor in his legs.

He walked towards me, grabs me by the arm and hugged me tightly. “Destiny, please come back” I heard him crying. “Hikaru…” I returned his hug and rest my head on his shoulder. As he wipes his tears from his face, he apologizes. He sat down again, his head was looking at the ground. “You’ve inherited Destiny’s sword, might as well have her throne.” “NO” I shortly replied, he looked at me. “And never ever!” an angry voice was heard. Hikaru stood up in surprise, I was still holding the sword. On the staircase stands, Aiomi.

His expression changed drastically the moment he made contact with the Chaotic Swordshadow, and he tried to retreat. In the next moment, a horrifying swordwill burst forth from the Chaotic Swordshadow. This chaotic swordwill, resembling the principles of the universe, surged with a majestic aura. Countless principles bombarded the purple cauldron above his head, creating a series of clashing sounds like a torrential downpour of lightning and thunder. The purple cauldron, which was a superior-quality spiritual treasure, endured the intense onslaught for only a few seconds. Cracks resembling porcelain spiderwebs began to appear on its surface, and finally, it exploded in the sky like a dazzlin