Collbrande Sword Novels & Stories

I look to Lance who is mind-linking before her presence is felt before she has even entered the marquee. She enters at the back, for a grander entrance. Lorrel likes smoke and lights, she was an artist. In her hands was a large silver sword with the royal emblem of a crown on top of an S, the same as my mark. She walks through the alphas and lunas earning gasps from the powerful aura she was emitting out. She places the sword on the table in front of us, before walking and standing next to me. On closer inspection I could see the sword was most likely silver. As well as the royal emblem, it had a large black jewel surrounded by small red ruby gems.

"Clan Sköll? Det er ikke mulig. Sköll-klanen forsvant i min fars tid. (That's not possible. The Sköll Clan disappeared in my father's time.)" The sword disappeared from his neck as did the boots from his back. Taking these actions as permission, Brand slowly turned over and sat up. He first saw the large warrior draped in multiple furs and with an ax in his hand and a longsword strapped to his back. The man's black eyes bore into his, daring him to make one wrong move so he could play with his favorite toy and remove Brand's heart from his chest with it.

’ everybody assumed impatiently. Tension of the crowd was aroused in alarm, their hearts raced with unwelcoming anticipation. Finally, a figure emerged from the huge waves as a victor, the sword of Eryndor– Eryndor, exhausted but triumphant, his Conch shell still clutched in his hand.

Her intense gaze, hardened by countless battles, was tempered by her unwavering loyalty to Somerland. To Elysia's left stood Gareth Swordbane, widely feared and respected as the Sword Demon. He was a tall, imposing figure, his eyes sharp and deadly. Known for wielding a blade with unparalleled mastery, Gareth’s skill in swordsmanship was legendary, his reputation as a ruthless opponent striking fear into the hearts of all who dared challenge him. His sword, an ancient blade etched with runic symbols, was strapped across his back, and his eyes held a piercing focus that spoke of countless battles fought and won.

pleaded Brandon, his voice full of warning. Rachel looked into Brandon's eyes that were burning with anger, then she nodded slowly. She didn't know what was going on, but from the sounds of it, there seemed to be a big commotion outside. Rachel tried not to think too far ahead, but she guessed that this had something to do with Kennedy. She pinned her hands together and looked at Brandon who was gallantly preparing himself. Brandon was holding a silver sword with gold plating on the hilt that had intricate carvings. It seemed to glisten in the moonlight when Brandon moved it.

The man said as his fighting spirit rose. “Let's fight far from here.” Ding Bang said as he looked at everyone's scared face. “Why? Are you afraid that these weak maggots got implicated?” The man smirked. He raised his right hand up in the air, a majestic black sword with dragon engraved on it appeared. Mysterious words were written on its blade up to its hilt. Its sharp edge shines in cold luster with faint diamond aura surrounding it. An indication that his sword was a Triple S rank item.

The only one in the middle of the wall, my sword. “I am afraid I haven’t used a sword for 3 years now, William.” I took the sword and wrapped my hand on its handle. The pommel has a red ruby in the middle with small lavender flowers encrusted on its golden grip. I took the sword out of its golden scabbard and watched the blade as it reflected the light. The middle of the blade was colored in blood-red with its tip dipped in gold.

Emma was considering finding an opportunity to test Carol's skills when suddenly Carol shouted, "Who's there!" In the blink of an eye, Carol swiftly unsheathed a flexible sword that could bend at her side. Usually, the flexible sword could be coiled around the waist like a belt, looking unremarkable. However, when unsheathed, it emitted a sharp glint. Without waiting for Emma to react, Carol darted toward the source of the sound.

Their blades shimmered in the sunlight, a testament to their craftsmanship and legacy. As I grasped the twin swords, a surge of gratitude washed over me. Finally, I could behold the very weapons I had hidden away for years. With a laugh, I realized they were exactly as Claudio had described, truly peculiar, with one blade black as midnight and the other as pure as driven snow. "Who wields a twin sword with two different colours, black and white?" I mused aloud, chuckling at the absurdity of it all. "No one, but you, of course," came a voice from behind me.

He had to kill him, so he finally stopped, and even the sword that was flying behind him stopped near him, but the owner of the sword was nowhere to be found. Theodore focused and heard Colton's footsteps a little far away from there. He ran a little away from there and observed the sword following him like a puppy again. It looked like the sword was either following his master's order, or it had a mind on its own. Theodore tried to touch that sword, it stayed still for a while, but the moment Theodore almost touched it, it moved back. He tried to hold it again, but it again moved again away from him. Theodore became still, to grab it all of a sudden. At that moment, he studied that sword ca