Cosmic Sword Novels & Stories

On the pavilion floor lay a sword carved with a dragon, and standing on it was the man who had shouted. He stooped slightly, breath ragged; his eyes were bloodshot, bulging as if they might pop from their sockets. Through gritted teeth he thought, 'Xiu Jian is a damned wretch! I can’t even burn his sword!' Indeed, the trembling, furious man was Huang Fu, and the blade beneath his boot was the Sacred Dragon Sword. He had tried to set the sword aflame—yet not only did the flames refuse to take, the fuel he poured seemed to be absorbed and vanished, drying as if swallowed by the metal itself.

Break! Hong! Although there was no energy movement on the sword and it had no destructive power, the sword was already red. Although it was very thin, for some reason, Kun Jones felt dizzy and sweaty! Kun Jones subconsciously raised the long sword in his hand to resist! "Boom!" Under his feet, Kun Jones was in the center, at the same time; Samuel’s Heavenly Fire sword and his Demonic Sword started with him. The ground cracked and continued to spread backward.

"Think about it, the name Kopis is ancient Greece for a knife and it's no coincidence that your name..." "... Is Blade." I finished for her as I began thinking about it. "If this is in anyway true, that means I'm cursed." "Yeah!" She said. "You are." My heart crashed as somehow, I had been hoping that this bloodlust thing would go away and I could try to have a normal life again.

No man should be this pretty. "That's my sword," he says again. "Prepare to have your head removed with your own sword, then. I know it's bad form to use your own weapon to kill you, but you've left me no choice. Take me back home or lose your head." He walks closer and I don't so much as blink. His next action is too quick to follow and it makes me dizzy. I stare down at my hand, which is now minus a sword. Slowly I raise my head. He's twirling the damn thing like it's a baton. Sacrilege. "Give that back." It's the first thing that comes out of my mouth even if it is stupid.

Disarmed, Caden's fighting prowess plummeted. Seizing the moment, Alexander lunged, sword aimed for Caden's head. However, the strike was halted by an unexpected barrier—a crystal-clear ice spike, impossibly hard. "Bet you've never seen anything like this," Caden boasted, revealing his secret weapon. It was a legendary ice sword, forged by nature itself, hidden there for millennia. The sword had been unearthed by Chrissy years ago. As Caden brandished it with a steely gaze, he mused, "Using this very blade to end you, I can't help but wonder what Chrissy would feel, watching from the afterlife."

"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.

Jade blurted out before she could stop herself. Jin seemed surprised for a moment, but then, burst out in laughter. He winked at Jade and whispered, “Old enough.” Embarrassed, Jade tried to find something to distract herself. And to avoid looking at Jin. “What do you think?” Jin said, breaking the silence. Finally getting over her shame, Jade cleared her throat and tried to look serious. “How?” “There is a legend around here… About the four Holy Beasts responsible for protecting the four kingdoms—”

I fought alongside Cain, our magic entwined in a deadly dance, as we pushed back the enemy forces. Amidst the chaos, I spotted a figure lunging toward Cain, sword raised high. Time seemed to slow as I stretched my hand out, desperation lending strength to my voice. “Stop!” I cried, and at that moment, lightning streaked across the sky, striking the assailant’s weapon. The blade shattered into pieces, leaving Cain unharmed. It was a reminder that my powers had been restored, and I marveled at the wonder of it all.

“So, she is part demon? One of Dante’s sprogs that slipped through the net?” “No,” Lucas leaned forward to rest his elbows on his knees as a weary sigh escaped him. “Atlas and Amos don’t have wolf spirits remember? Chloe does; Hecate.” “Hecate? What kind of name is that?” “It’s the name of a Greek goddess. As far as we can tell, only the Wolfe line has a wolven spirit with a Greek name. Even Sierra and Alvaro don’t have them. So, how come she has one?” Lucas raised an eyebrow, hazel eyes darkening as the questions piled up. “I think we need to make a call.”