Danmachi: Sword Oratoria Novels & Stories

My leg was shaking, myy vision blurred but I had to fight. I had to keep my promise to Ezekiel, to Kailey, to the pack, and I had to be strong for Auren and Lydia who had taken it upon herself to get Auren back. I found my sword and gripped it tight. “Let’s finish this,” I said. Damon turned, blood dripping down his side. “You just don’t quit.” I didn’t reply. I ran forward, blade ready. Our swords clashed again. I ducked under his swing and slashed his leg.

The mate bond pulsed desperately. I looked toward Damian. He was struggling against the blood chains violently. Caldor stood beside him calmly. “You signed your fate years ago.” Damian’s eyes burned with hatred. “If I die…” His voice came out rough. “You die with me.” Caldor’s expression changed instantly. Then Orion suddenly attacked him from behind.Claws ripped across Caldor’s armor violently. Caldor roared in fury. “You traitorous mutt!” Orion grinned darkly. “You talk too much.” Nyx unleashed shadows across the battlefield again.

roared the black dragon, seeing the giant sword formed from a thousand swords heading towards him. BOOOMMMMM

Damion growled as he gripped Tor's shirt and threw him far enough back that he could scramble to his feet. "Selene!" he called over his shoulder. "Get somewhere safe!" Tor was already stalking Damion with murder in his eyes. Damion unsheathed his sword and held it with both hands in front of him. This didn't slow Tor in the least. He dodged a couple of swipes of the blade with ease, then threw his fist out and caught Damion in the jaw.

They handed him the reins which he accepted with one hand while he still held the dagger to my throat with the other. But I noticed something changed. Orion’s demeanor seems to have shifted. A slow, almost unrecognizable grin slow spread across his face. My stomach twisted with a different level of fear as I watched him, his sudden confidence unwavering. “What—” I attempted to speak but darmacus jerked my sharply, quickly silencing me. And suddenly it happened. A crunching sound, sickening and loud, broke the tension. Darmacus screamed in agony, releasing his grip from me as he stumbl backwards.

He knew himself that he cant buy a good sword as he have to buy body tempering technique too with this little amount of money. As he tried to pick a sword he saw a beautiful black sword in the corner of rack, Theo mesmerized and uttered," what a beautiful black sword", suddenly from back he heard the word," isn't it beautiful, to sad the cultivator from whom i got the sword told me that this sword cannot cut anything, its dull sword". Suddenly as if deciding something Theo decide that he will take that sword. Theo walked out of the blacksmith shop shouting," Thank you, old man jiang"

In his hand is a dagger that looks more authentic than the Orx which had once been in my possession. "Catch!" He yells, throwing it into the air, towards me. Lurching myself into the air, I grab the weapon mid-air. It's heavy and engraved along its length in good, are the words: 'THE ORX.' Taking a deep breath, I run towards Madam Noir and her companion, unsheathing the weapon. They are way too focused on crushing Dashiell that they don't notice me. The moment I'm close enough, Madam Noir turns around, and I drive the Orx into her heart in an instant.

During work, he kept his head down, but at home, he needed to vent. Unable to release it in bed, he chose another way—violence. He was addicted to it, and he enjoyed hurting people. At first, he would find excuses to argue before hitting. Later, even a glance could set him off. Sometimes it was a cup. Sometimes a chair. When she saw me, she grabbed my arm. The first thing she said shocked me. “Emma, you were reborn too, weren’t you?”

She raised the heavy silver sword, pretending to aim for a clean, swift decapitation to satisfy the onlookers. But as she leaned down, the theatrical tears instantly vanished from Liora's eyes. Her face twisted into a cold, triumphant, and venomous glare. "Goodbye, my sweet, stupid sister," Liora hissed in a breath so quiet, so deadly, that only Tatsumi could hear it over the rushing wind. "You always were too weak to rule. The crown is going to look much better on me anyway." Instead of swinging the blade in a wide arc at her neck, Liora violently shifted her weight and drove the heavy silver blade straight forward. With a sickening, wet crunch, she plunged the lethal metal ruthlessly direc