Dormant Relic Simply Swords Novels & Stories

The most superior treasures were displayed on the cabinets in the deepest part. Amara wandered around for a while and finally stopped in front of a celestial sword. This celestial sword was entirely red, with an ancient style that seemed quite ordinary. When Adrian probed it with his consciousness, he sensed an incredibly powerful spiritual energy contained within the sword. This force was like a fierce beast trapped in a confined space, struggling to break free. Upon seeing Amara interested in this celestial sword, the apprentice hurriedly explained, "Amara, you have keen eyes. This is the best treasure in the entire Muted Pavillion, known as the Scarlet Dracoblade.

she said and leaned towards Iktanne's ear and whispered, "... we've heard a few days ago in the library from the proctors that the Giants were collecting gold and souls from the normals. They said that there was an insignia left on the shores of the north... which might cause a great trouble because it links back here in the Academy and the Empire." Iktanne's face was wild with shock. "What insignia was it?," she whispered back. "Well, we don't know for the bell started ringing for our next class so we weren't able to get what they were saying." The blond guy, Anthony, stood up from the other end of the couch and interrupted them, saying he'll be away to get some food. He looked at Iktanne's

“Ahh I don’t really know why, but I think I’m just gifted?” Miss Minerva assist me to go back to prepare for a bath. While walking she told me, “I heard you ask Vandross why your book is called relic right? “Your book is possessed by our Ancestors and passed by or sometimes stolen. Relics in Zennery are not just books. There are many kinds of Relics. The Battle Relics which consist of swords, armor and shield. The Enchantment Relics the same as your book where spells are written and the Special Relics this was said to be unknown. I wonder were you get that notebook.”

Silver gleamed under the low light. A blade. Not just any blade. Old. Lunar-forged. Balanced perfectly for a hand that could both destroy and protect. Mira sucked in a breath. “That’s a Moon Relic.” “Yes.” “They were all destroyed.” “So everyone was told.” I wrapped my fingers around the hilt. The metal hummed, recognition, not resistance. “This was made to kill Devourers,” Mira whispered. “And to anchor them,” I said. Her head snapped up. “Anchor?”

Chu Xun took out a sword – an exquisitely-forged Middle-grade Sacred Relic with a dangerously sharp edge. Tang Rou loved its appearance very much. Her eyes squinted like a pair of crescent moons when she beamed at him. Chu Xun was like Santa Clause, giving out Sacred Relics that would have been so rare for the average warrior. Yet these Sacred Relics were nothing to him; his plundering of Louis Krieg's personal vault alone yielded more than a dozen such Relics. With everyone each armed with a Sacred Relic of their own, Yan Yi and everyone bided their time with tremendous anticipation. Dusk could not have come any quicker before.

I saw Zen adjusted his posture and became more focused. "Ang isa sa kanila ay isang inscribed steel sword. Ito ay tinadtad ng Church of the Eternal Scorching Sun. Ito ay may kasamang nagpapadalisay at mga epekto. Ito ang kalaban ng Ghosts, Wraiths, Zombies, at iba pang undead na nilalang. Maaari pa rin itong gamitin sa loob ng tatlong taon. Siyempre, ang talas nito ay sapat na para makapatay." Ang boses ng babae ay nag-iba sa volume, isang malinaw na pagtatangka upang itago ang kanyang mga kasarian.

He secured the whistle in his mouth but he extended his arm and opened his hand. “Huh?” Samuel tilted his head in confusion. He could see a sword starting to appear in the griffin whisperer’s hand. And he could easily tell what it was. It was a sword. The relic sword that had the power of death. The sword continued to get longer and wider. “They have a lot of relics that are associated with death. How unsightly.” He infused more fire in the fire sword, creating a strong sword. SHING! Two swords with different attributes clashed.

I asked him because I was still confused by what was happening. "That was the relic." His straight answer made my forehead furrow even more. "The relic to exit the dream dimension. You accidentally fell into the mirror of dreams where you cannot escape if you have darkness within you. That was only a relic to escape and not the relic you need to summon the weapon." He answered me and I don't know how I feel. I felt I was tricked. I seem to get angry and cry for no reason this time.

the sleepy man mumbled, then shut his eyes once more. “Damnation! Truly damned!” A harsh curse from within the pavilion was followed by the sharp crack of something striking wood. The sleepy guards jolted awake as if death itself had appeared before them. The guard who had warned earlier clenched his mouth to keep from laughing, after all, he wanted to live. The source of the outburst wasn’t the guards’ fatigue. On the pavilion floor lay a sword carved with a dragon, and standing on it was the man who had shouted.

- They nodded. "Good! Then I'll tell you a bit more about them." - He smiled at them, but unknown for everyone he was analyzing them quite meticulously. "There are 4 'Holy Swords' that were created by my father. Among them Caliburn is with Arthur Pendragon, a sword so powerful it's capable of breaking space, due to that same trait its the sharpest, and strongest." - He started to explain. "Durandal, is a sword that is the embodiment of power and destruction. It's said that the sword at its max is capable of cutting any defense. The current wielder is Xenovia." - At the mention of that name, everyone was surprised.