Collbrande Sword Novels & Stories

The layer of rust on the surface of the sword gradually peeled off, revealing its original true appearance! The body of the sword, a dazzling silver, was engraved with a long string of ancient runes. The hilt transformed into a silver snake like it was alive. It tightly wrapped itself around Spencer’s arm. Then, it traveled across his body and finally gathered at the center of his eyebrows, forming a silver snake brand! Twang! Spencer raised the sword in his hand, pointed it at Fennel from afar, and roared, “Fight!”

She slowly extended a hand and gripped the sword on her back. Once again, she drew her sword. Instantly, a chill ran through the air. Isolde held the sword in her right hand, in front of her chest. Then, she used her left index and middle finger to gently stroke the blade. Her movements were tender, as though caressing a lover. "Its name is Swanflight. It is 33 inches long and 1 inch wide. It was forged by the first leader of the Lunaria Order, and it has been passed down for over 500 years. It is known as one of the three divine weapons of Daneast."

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

Hayden was standing in front of the glass box. In the glass box was a sword in a white colored scabbard. A name was written on the glass in silver letters. "Adiuvat Talwar'' (The brave sword). I opened the glass top. I held the sword by the hilt and took it out, examining it. It fitted my palm. I raised it and it felt like a feather in my hand, not like other weapons that are heavy. I removed the white scabbard that slid off without any resistance. The gleam of the silver weapon left me astounded. I looked carefully to see latin words carved on the silver blade. Hayden stood beside me reading it. He was familiar with latin. "Solum adiuvat iustum, et de anima James'' (Only for the brave and j

If it was given crystallized energy, it might level up and become a weapon used by the Warlord. “It’s this one?” Kayson looked at the long sword with the scarlet edge, the one that looked as if it was stained with blood. Ghoul Sword nodded. “Yes, I named it Hemodrinken.” Kayson asked two more questions. “How did you know my location?” “I am acquainted with the richest man in Clouspring, Joseph Wadley, and I asked him for help.” Kayson scrunched up his brows. It was Joseph again!

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.

And there, ahead, where the valley narrowed into the mouth of the pass itself, was a scene of tense stalemate. On one side of a rushing, glacial river, a makeshift camp flew the banners of several eastern lowland lords—a silver gryphon, a green serpent, a black tower. Perhaps two hundred men-at-arms were arrayed in disciplined ranks, their pikes gleaming dully in the overcast light. At their head, on a sleek chestnut horse, was a man in polished half-plate: Lord Gryffen, his face handsome and cruel under a trimmed beard.

They collapsed onto the ground, exhausted but triumphant. "We did it," Lila whispered, her voice filled with disbelief. "We actually did it." Cole smiled, his eyes filled with pride. "I knew you could," he said. "You're the strongest person I know." As they stood there, catching their breath, a beam of light suddenly shone down from the ceiling, illuminating a small alcove in the wall. In the alcove rested a sword. It was made of pure silver, its blade shimmering with an ethereal light. The hilt was crafted from polished bone, and the pommel was adorned with a single, brilliant diamond.

Salj came out through the door. “Here is your sword.” Salj said as he put the newly brandished sword on the counter. Matthew picked it up and took out the sword from its sheath, revealing a shiny and sharp sword. The sharp edge of the sword was bright red and was seemingly radiating a red glow while the blade shone under the light of the shop’s lamp. Even when he bought it it didn’t look like this. It was like seeing a newly made sword. He had no words to express his amazement.

If only Asumu hadn’t been so drunk on his insecurity, he might have noticed it. But it wasn’t until the very end that he realized it as he hastened forward. Dashed. Asumu was shocked when Cole suddenly appeared right in front of his eyes as he glared at him with a sword aimed at his neck. KLING! The sturdy claws and the ancient massive sword collided with each other. BA- BAM! The impact of two strong powers destroyed everything around them. They pushed each other away before launching an attack yet again. KLING! Cole’s huge sword, which was several inches longer than a standard massive blade, aimed at Asumu’s head as it cut through the air.