Dormant Relic Simply Swords Novels & Stories

It was a power that had both fascinated and terrified him, and now, in his darkest hour, he was willing to risk unleashing it once more. King Rico had often contemplated the origins of the sword. Some said it was a relic of a long-forgotten civilization, while others believed it to be a creation of supernatural forces, imbued with the very essence of darkness. For as long as he could remember, the sword had been a coveted artifact, passed down through generations of rulers in Omaha.

His hair had been slicked back into the kind of order that said he’d had time to plan this, to rehearse it. Beside him, Calista gleamed like a blade. Her gown was an obscene choice for a siege—sleek dark fabric that caught the light like oil, a collar of Lunaris‑stolen silver at her throat. In her hand, dangling almost casually, was the relic. No longer a plain artifact. A narrow, elegant blade glinted where there had once been a simple circlet, the metal darkened and sharpened, runes etched along its edge. Relic knife, Elowen thought distantly. Of course.

The mattress is huge and looks so soft and tempting with the silk bedding that is layered in black and royal purple to match the curtains. Also in the room, there is a high table with four chairs near the sitting alcove that is also close to the burning fireplace. The heat from the fireplace adds to the warm temperature of the room, and the table has colorful mosaic designs of dragons in mid-flight. Above the fire hearth, a sword blade hangs there. Not just any blade. A ceremonial sword. From my combat training and experience back in Velmira, I can tell that the sword is dull-edged but is still clearly dangerous and expertly forged, and since it is here in Drakarith, I am sure it is not a we

At the center of the battlefield stood a woman wrapped in crimson armor, her long cloak snapping behind her as she raised the very same sword toward the heavens. She wasn't afraid. She was furious. A voice echoed through my mind, deep enough to rattle my ribs. The Sword of Dawn awaits its Queen. The vision shattered. I stumbled back, my breath catching painfully in my throat. One of the Seven Dragon Relics. The realization struck with absolute certainty. Before anyone could move toward the pedestal, slow applause echoed through the chamber. Clap. Clap. Clap. The sound rolled across the stone walls until it seemed to come from everywhere at once.

I would spend the rest of my life repenting. One night, a halo of light seemed to surround Madeline's tombstone. I felt a wave of drowsiness wash over me. Then, I saw her—a figure in the distance. "Madeline," I whispered, chasing after her. She did not turn around and just kept walking toward the light. Just before she disappeared, she said, "Ean, don't follow me. And don't cry at my grave. I don't want to see you." I jolted awake, the dream still clinging to me. The wind whispered around me, urging me to let her go.

COME FORTH HOLY SWORD COVENANT! *A white-blue striped colored swords comes out at Elaine's hands* Haha, haha! So that's why you called the sword saint, then let me show you mine as will, COME FORTH SWORD AT THE THRONE OF THE GOD OF ZERONITY I CALL UPON YOU THE GOD OF ZERONITY TO COME TO ME AND LET ME USE YOU HEAVENLY GOD SWORD EXDILDURAL! *Then a white-golden cloud appeared out of nowhere there the sword exdildural come out at the clouds and going towards taso's direction then taso grabs the sword and taso said*

Suot nito ay magarang damit at kuminang ang bracelet nitong gawa sa ginto. Napagtanto ko agad na nanay ni Thorn ang bumisita sa akin. Lalo akong kinabahan. Paano niya natunton ang bahay ko? Anong nais niya? Nang mapansin niya ako at napatayo ito ng tuwid at hinintay akong makalapit. Pagkalapit ko, ramdam ko ang matigas nitong tingin sa akin, "Ikaw ba si Heina Montrele?" Seryoso niyang saad. Ramdam ko ang yelo sa kanyang pananalita.

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"

" There must be a loophole, there is always one " " There may be one " " What is it ? " Celea asked exited to finally get to hear the answer to the question she always wanted to know " Your father's sword " " Do you mean the one he stabbed my father with ? " Celea asked referring to when the devil had stabbed her father right in front of her at the war " No, there is another one " " So where can I find it ? " " When the sun and moon will meet again, you will know the answer "

"Surely, if you're going to claim that you're going to start a new family line, you should have some show to backup your claim." Shock filtered around the room. "He didn't claim anything like that, Nathan," my father said with a dangerous edge to his voice. "He might as well have. Just how are we to know that he's telling the truth? How do we know that you haven't just been hiding the most powerful Necromanic artifact from us for all these years?" I glanced at the pendent. "You know what this is?" Nathan glared at me. " Boy, that is the pendant the Head of the Reinhardt Family wore. The pendant that was lost years ago when the Quintet fought against the Witches in Salem, and most of the fift