Connie Steven Universe Sword Novels & Stories

I was weak. Stefan stepped forward, walking slowly to me with his eyes fixedly on me. I shivered when I saw him draw out the sword from its sheath. My eyes grew wide when I remembered the sword he was holding, Goujian. It was a sword made to kill the evil angels in the myth. If Gerret found this sword, it means he must have gone through a lot to find it. "Very smart. Young girls of your age do not know this sword, I hope you know how dangerous it is." Gerret said, I ignored him and focused on Stefan. Determinedly he had completely blocked me off.

"I learned my lesson now. It's not just enough for us to know a bit about magic, we should also equip ourselves. So that even we had our mana depleted in a battle, we still have another chance of survival." "I certainly agree to you this time, Allan...." Said Steve as he looked around the weaponry shop. From the current looks of it, he was also considering buying a weapon for his disposal. His eyes lit up when it set upon a sword. It had a simple-looking gem with the color of amethyst as big as a coin, embedded in its hilt. Aside from that, there were no other fancy designs on the sword. When it comes to aesthetic value, it appears to be severely lacking as compared to other swords displayed

The man lost his cool, took the sword from his colleague beside him, and swung the blade towards Connor's head. “No!” I screamed, the chains rattling

Shantal holds out her hands, the coils running electricity to her hands and shoots lightning out of her fingertips at the dragon, stunning it in place. Steve sees his opportunity and grapple up the dragons snout, staring it in the eyes. His blue robotic body slowly turning black, a white aura surrounding him. He spits out a sword from his back, looking the same color as him, and runs up the head, scraping the robotic snout up the head until he reaches the eyes. He jumps up and points his sword down, piercing the mechanical skull, laying the dragon flat on the hanger floor.

Exactly as seen earlier in the castle. The sword. “What does that one do?” I asked, pointing to it. “It drinks blood. For anyone it kills, their blood is stored in the blade. You would try to always have a clothing between you and the hilt” That did not sound more beneficial than fairy dust. “So how useful would it be to protect me?” With only a smile, “very” Time to close the deal. “I have one silver coin” playing with the coins against my fingers. “Make it three and we have a deal”

The divine realm powers that he had once taken immense pride in had been utterly obliterated. "P-Please don't kill me!" Steven cried. Sensing the terrifying aura of the massive black sword, he began to tremble uncontrollably. His arrogance had vanished from his face and was now replaced by pure terror. "How can I spare you when you were coveting my girlfriend?" Ashton roared. As his words fell, his gaze sharpened, and he brought the black sword down toward Steven's brow. The sword gleamed with an eerie light as it fell. Subsequently, it cut through Steven's final defense with ease before splitting him cleanly in two.

she said looking directly at Danny. “I’ll take care of Kieran” she said. “Okay Sister” he replied his voice all silky. Kieran teleported and Ronnie had disappeared with him. With a war cry Stephanie charged at him swinging her sword. Danny wasn’t so sure about charging at him. Clara had said something about them being untouchable and she took it literally. Did Stephanie have any idea what she was up against? She swung her sword at his head which went right through him and she backed it up with her leg which he caught easily.

in their eyes, the group that rushing towards the mall was already a deadman and it was a great opportunity for them to take advantage of the chaos and went inside to their surprise, the slightly chubby man pulls a gigantic sword into his small bag! “how’s that thing fitted in that small bag!” Timothy was wielding the new sword that Phil created especially for him, its name came from a popular movie. “TERMINATOR, ” cleaving the horde at his front was like a child play to him even though he won't use the full extent of his skill the sharpness of this sword was great and with its black edge and small holes in the middle that designs for its great appearance

There were several diamond beads fixed into his braids and they dazzled with his every move. His eyes were purple, and he looked dashing with a chiseled face, long nose and peach colored lips. He held a enormous black sword with a zig-zag edge. Various precious stones were embedded in the blade. The name of the blade was written in a foreign language. "What's the name of that sword?" Lisa asked with interest. Collen took the list of Lisa's question. "That would be answered in the next lesson." he declared and put down the paper. "Gosh!" Lisa groaned in frustration.

The momentary relief Leon had felt vanished, replaced by a fresh wave of dread. "What... what do you want?" Steven let out a cold, sharp laugh. "Strip. Everything off." Leon’s eyes widened. "What the hell are you doing?" Steven didn't waste words. He pressed the blade against Leon’s throat. "Strip or die. Choose." "You wouldn't dare," Leon sneered, trying to call his bluff. “Steven Miller, you don't have the guts." A silver flash cut through the air. The dagger buried itself deep into Leon's thigh.