Dormant Relic Simply Swords Novels & Stories

All I want is my daughter of light. We reached the Grand Armory, where the crests of the ancestral dawn lay dormant under ancient glass cases. The air here was heavy with the scent of aged leather, cold steel, and dried sun-blossoms. I stopped before the central pedestal. Resting upon the blue velvet was my heavy, dual-bladed broadsword; a weapon forged from pure solar glass and celestial iron, untouched since the night I laid it down to become a mother. With a single flick of my wrist, the glass case shattered into thousands of harmless, glittering specks of light. I reached down and closed my hand around the familiar hilt.

My heart kicked into overdrive and I had to force myself to keep the pace. Yes. We're so close to getting them back, so close to moving on with this case I can almost taste the steel around Mr Tibe’s wrist. We both flanked the door, and taking a deep breath I gave Reed the signal for us to go on three. One. Reed’s hands were steady, probably from the quiet self-reassurance that he was not really shooting to stun or disarm, like we were supposed to. ‘They can't get me if they're dead’, I'd heard him joke.

Ang alam ko, ang mga relics ay pwede niyang gamitin sa digmaan. Knowing this old man, he had always been a man who thrived on control, never one to make reckless decisions. If he was confident in this war, then he had something—something no one else knew about. I met his gaze head-on, masking my unease with a calm expression. "Then tell me, Your Majesty," I said slowly, "what exactly are you so sure of?" A chill ran down my spine as Koen finally spoke. "We have Sylphysis," he said, his voice devoid of emotion. "It has already merged with my sword—long before you even awoke from your slumber."

She carried a whip, and her thin pointed tail whipped curiously behind her. “Master? How may I help you?” He smiled at her and opened his hand in a welcoming gesture. “Come here, my pet.” He murmured. Excitedly, she walked up to him. He began to stroke her head as he would Flame’s. “I had some excellent news tonight, my dear.” She looked up at him with expectant and excited emerald green eyes. “What is it, my Lord?” He chuckled. “The relic and the pendant are coming home. I want you to have my men assemble the bones of my finest lost soldiers.”

Some of the most commonly known types of heirlooms in the world of swordsmanship are the Forbidden Heirloom, the Matchless Heirloom, the Cursed Heirloom, and the existence of which is still being debated is the Heavenly Relic. Forbidden Heritage is a term for heirlooms that have great abilities but must be redeemed with great sacrifice or risk if they have them. The Matchless Heirloom is the most commonly contested heirloom among warriors because its prowess is not accompanied by great risks and sacrifices. Meanwhile, the Cursed Heirloom is a term for several heirlooms that have the power to bring bad luck.

The wood of the walls looks old and moldy. There is a chimney, but there's no smoke. I glance through the windows and see no one. Someone lives here alone in the shadows. A hermit type of lifestyle. There is wood beside the chimney. Papers upon a table. The living room couch has the silhouette of a person's body marked on it. On the wall behind the couch, there are swords. Rows and rows of weapons alike. Knives, daggers, athames, antique swords. Some have crystal incrustations. Emerald, ruby, sapphire, diamonds. Others have stones. Quartz, agate, tiger's eye. Each one is different. Each one lethal. I hear the door opening. I take a step back. I'm too close to the house, to the window. Someon

Stretching, he said smilingly, “Let me borrow your sword.” Letitia handed him her sword. This was a pink sword, on which mysterious sword-fighting inscriptions were inscribed. This was an Imperial Weapon. Imperial Weapons were considered extremely rare in the Apocalypse Age. However, in the Primeval Age, Imperial Weapons could be found anywhere. “Your Sword Path is at the Third Consolidation. I wonder what’s your comprehension of the Five Great Sword Realms?’ James asked while holding the sword. “Not too shabby, I suppose.” Letitia was proud of herself.

Faris walked into my study to see me studying the Moon’s Sword. “It is a precious gift from one who will soon become my beloved.” I touched the sword. I liked this sword. I had no use for swords but this one hummed with power every time I touched it. It was not a joke that it was indeed one of the relics of Deimos kingdom, a tool touched by the goddess herself.

“Hmm? Well, if you’re interested, the first sword goes by Xyan, the Sword of Divinity. As for the second and third ones, they’re Xyan, the Sword of Benevolence, and Xenith, the Sword of Sovereignty… Empyrean was the fourth sword, I believe, and it’s the Sword of Might. The Sword of Nobility, on the other hand, is Titan, which is also the fifth sword.” “As for swords six and seven, both of them are the Swords of Love, Gwaine and Morgen. The eighth sword is the one you’re currently wielding, Fishgut, the Sword of Courage. If I remember correctly, the ninth one is called Jochem, the Sword of Solitary, and as for the final sword, it goes by the name of Charmella, the Sword of Elegance!” “Each of

I noticed that I fell asleep. I stood up and straighten my dress. Anyway, as I said earlier, no one was around and I'm all alone, I won't feel embarrassed. As I shake my clothes to clear the dust off it, I suddenly noticed a sword leaning beside the mahogany cabinet near the living room. We don't have a sword. I don't remember mom nor Hajime have one. When and where did it came from? I walked towards it and examined it with my eyes first. My fingers are on my chin as I crouched and looked at it.