Dormant Relic Simply Swords Novels & Stories

Zadicus called, sharing the reason why exactly he used this ancient sword. “What…?” Katastrofi was taken aback as no human was able to withstand this spell before. “You can’t use this, you will die.” Katastrofi informed Zadicus but he was determined and began to cast the name of twelve relics. “Darkened Vision.” He opened the first gate, and an obsidian appeared on top of him, representing the first relic. “No..” Katastrofi moved back but Zadicus began to attack him with double force he was using before and Katastrofi countered it easily for now.

I need my sword. Reaching behind my back, I feel the cool, smooth texture of my marking shift beneath my fingers. There’s a brief moment where the ink pulses, almost as if it’s alive, before it solidifies into the hilt of my sword. I draw it out, feeling the familiar weight settle into my hand. The blade hums with energy, a glowing blue that pulses in time with my heartbeat. This sword is mine, a part of me, born of my blood and soul. Athena’s gift, forged from my very essence.

Moonstone accents adorned his gauntlets, greaves, and chest plate, pulsating with magical energy that resonated. In his hand, he wielded a sword forged from pure moonstone, its blade glowing softly with an inner light. The hilt was embellished with intricate patterns in Phaikón Árgyron resembling celestial constellations, further enhancing its mystical allure. As he brandished the sword, it seemed to hum with power.

At the very center rested a sword. The weapon appeared untouched by time. Silver metal gleamed beneath torchlight. Its blade remained flawless. Its hilt carried symbols matching those carved throughout the temple. Yet what drew my attention most was the power radiating from it. The sword felt alive. Lucien's eyes widened. "Impossible." Vera glanced toward him. "You recognize it?" The king nodded slowly. "The Blade of Ardyn." Even Elyria seemed surprised. "I thought it was lost." A strange expression crossed Lucien's face.

"Good. In the backroom, hidden in a small chest, there is a sword. The customer never came for it." "What type of sword?" "I think it's a Giltherin san-mai sword." "They are extremely rare." "True. Goodbye for now." "Sleep well." "Thanks, again!" the ghost disappeared, the gates of the mausoleum closed behind him. "You're a strong one," the child said. "What are you doing here?" "I'm waiting for you, of course." "Then you must have a reason?" "Yes." "Will you tell me?" "Not yet. There is still time."

He fought the overpowering urge to summon his dragon and hail down fire and brimstone upon Lord Orc and his kind, destroying every single one of them savages. “Good d-day, my dist-tinguis-shed k-kings.” The globin welcomed, sauntering to the front of the cave, his eyes round with mischief. “Today-y, we h-have some rare, m-magical relics for the p-possessions of kings.” A boisterous cheer and applause resounded and the goblin giggled, his head stiff to his neck. “B-bring in the first item-m.” He waved over a younger globin who wheeled in a double-edged silver sword.

I released Elgar's grip. "We'll be fine, and I assure you we'll manage to free all the captives. Follow me." Elgar hurried to the hearth room as we followed him. He opened the heavy iron door with ease and picked up the five swords tucked into the wall and threw them on the floor. He opened the cupboard in the corner of the room and took out dozens of arrows that were so good they looked like they had never been used. Apparently the bow hanging on the wall was not useless.

I gave out a loud sigh and then lay back on the bed to catch my breath and relax my mind which was going crazy with panic of not finding the necklace and eventually losing Blade. Then my eyes caught something on the fancy toy duck lights above and it drew my attention. Was there a red zipper on the yellow duck lights? I stood up on the bed and stretched my hands to reach the lights and then I undid the zipper. A coiled brown rope with a grainy blue amulet was in one of the duck lights and I quickly took it and did the zipper back. My eyes were fixed on the dusty old necklace and I couldn’t help but wonder how that necklace could save Blade’s life or why it was so important that Dexter had to

Since she was floating, so were the symbols too, but as soon as the swords emerged from the ground, she was pulled down by gravity. Her body hit earth with a loud crushing sound. The building-sized swords emitted their light just like before. I started chanting the spell mentally whilst my wolf eyes honed in on the screaming Sofia. The light of the swords converged in the center again, but this time, an even monstrous sword appeared from it. The ancient fae magic textbooks called it, Ellerion. Or universe in human jargon. This was what Sofia didn’t know. Only a true High Priestess could pass this secret down to her rightful successor. My mother had planted this in my head in the form of a be

I shouted, even though I knew he wouldn’t. Then, as he leapt over a fallen log, something inside me… snapped. I raised my hand instinctively and the world froze. Every sound vanished. The wind stopped. The flicker of flames from the battle behind me stilled midair. Even the rogue, caught mid-leap, hung suspended like a broken puppet. My sword trembled in my hand as I stared around in disbelief. “What is this?” I whispered. Slowly, I walked toward the rogue. I reached out, pulled the relic from his frozen grip, and clutched it tightly to my chest. My reflection shimmered faintly in its surface, eyes glowing faint gold.