Cosmic Sword Novels & Stories

Of course, a line of swords equipped with the element of fire will have more impact on the enemy. “Insolent brats!” Instantly, the Blood Moon Killer man took out a spirit tool in the form of a large black machete. Once the cleaver was flung into the air, the array of swords that Zhou Fu and the firemen had sent out suddenly disappeared into nothing. Not taking a break, the man quickened his movements to prevent Zhou Fu from making any anticipation. Sure enough, Zhou Fu almost unnoticed, the slash of the enemy's machete had eliminated two of Wang Ji's firemen.

Nerina lifted her trident. "Tides." Kael ignited his spear. "Flames." Elara called forth emerald vines. "Life." Seraphine turned the Hourglass. "Time." Astra summoned rivers of starlight. "The Cosmos." Finally... Caelum raised his restored sword. "Redemption." Seven pillars of celestial energy converged upon me. Moonfire erupted from the Crown of Luna. The Sword of Eclipse transformed again. Its silver blade became pure white. The Crystal's voice echoed once more.

She took the blade again and swiftly cut her wrist without showing even an ounce of pain on her face. The water began to color red and she lay there with her head on the edge, a serene smile played on her lips. One wondered is this how death feels? Like a happiness after ages? Like perfectly cold water after a long run? Like life was never meant to be? ***

The look on Slate’s face said it all as Nya stood there with the Heart of Magic tight in her fist. The soldiers’ faces told her that they recognized that it was too late, that they had let the magical gem fall into enemy hands. One of the soldiers held a sword to Slate’s throat, his hands trembling. Nya hadn’t even realized that he was under their control until the tip of the sword pierced his skin, and a tiny droplet of blood rolled down the edge.

"Thank you, Aunt Cleo. This means a lot to me." The pendant Aunt Cleo gave Aqua was nothing short of mesmerizing. Crafted from sterling silver, the pendant was shaped like a delicate crescent moon, symbolizing the mysterious and potent nature of Aqua's powers. At the center of the crescent nestled a large, oval-cut gemstone that was uniquely clear, like a drop of captured morning dew. The clarity of the stone made it particularly special, as it reflected Aqua's emotional state, changing color with her mood. Intricate filigree work adorned the crescent moon, with tiny symbols and runes etched into the silver, each representing protection and strength. The craftsmanship was exquisite, making i

I need my sword. Reaching behind my back, I feel the cool, smooth texture of my marking shift beneath my fingers. There’s a brief moment where the ink pulses, almost as if it’s alive, before it solidifies into the hilt of my sword. I draw it out, feeling the familiar weight settle into my hand. The blade hums with energy, a glowing blue that pulses in time with my heartbeat. This sword is mine, a part of me, born of my blood and soul. Athena’s gift, forged from my very essence.

When the sword was cut out, both gods and ghosts were shocked. "This sword of mine is called 'cry of Ghosts and Gods', which is a first-class peerless sword in the world. It is said that it is made of meteorites from outer space. When it is wielded, all the ghosts and gods will cry. Now do you know why you can't defeat it? If you have the ability, let the ghosts and gods cry!" The Japanese Sword Sage said arrogantly.

You should kill him instead! Adam desperately wanted to live, but he could not. So long as Adonis willed it, his fate had been sealed. “[Divine Sword Summon].” A golden ray of light filled the room, and a blade of magnificent beauty and power manifested in Adonis’ previously unoccupied hand. Its beauty was unrivaled—its purity unmatched. This was the Divine Sword; a weapon fit only for a Hero like Adonis. “Forgive me, Adam. In the little time that we spent together…”

replied Gerald as he drew his blade… before yelling, “Skysplit!” Following that, Gerald utilized the Cosmo-Amorphous Sword Technique to strike toward Saint Darkwind! Naturally, this startled the man, though he quickly chanted a spell to form a massive shield made of air before him! To Saint Darkwind’s dismay, the second the blade collided against his shield, it immediately shattered into a million pieces…!

The sword seemed to resonate with his touch, as if aware of the consequences that lay ahead. With a determined resolve, Rico raised the sword, its blade shimmering in eerie, otherworldly light. He whispered incantations long buried in the annals of time, and the room seemed to vibrate with an ominous energy. The world outside began to ripple, and then, with an almost deafening crescendo, it froze.