Dormant Relic Simply Swords Novels & Stories

Luna's connection with nature helped them unlock the relic's potential, and soon, they were soaring through the skies with the grace of eagles. The third relic, the Staff of Serenity, was hidden deep within the Whispering Woods, a mystical forest known for its haunting beauty and ethereal voices. The forest seemed to come alive as they entered, its ancient trees whispering secrets and riddles. With Lumiara's guidance, they navigated the enchanted woods, solving the forest's puzzles and bypassing its illusions. When they reached the heart of the forest, they found the Staff of Serenity – a staff that radiated calmness and held the power to pacify even the fiercest of foes.

"But if given an opportunity, I also want to learn how to fight with swords, preferably lightweight ones." Sir Dallas clapped his hand once loudly and pointed at the High Lord. "He owns lightweight swords, usually used by winged Feralis." He brought his hand down the table. "I'm quite sure the weapons of Luminozenko and Earth are the same or have similarities in some ways, but the type of sword he usually uses is called Zerfara." I looked at the High Lord. "Zerfara, sir?" "Yes." Lord Lavendori nodded and he tapped on his bracelet, making it glow before a sword started materializing in his hand that he raised.

Q said and walked forward. Estelle tried to stop him but something crashed down in front of them. As the dust settled, she saw a battered old oriental sword. It floated in front of Q. Despite its appearance, its presence was overwhelming. ‘A true relic? No, that's impossible. This place only has replicas.’ Estelle was certain it was a replica. She took a closer look at the blade and noticed it was one of the low ranking replicas. Yet, at the same time, this one felt different.

Behind him floated five swords, Excalibur Family, Durendal, Gaia, Tyrfing and Harpe. "You only know that the 10 swords are incomparably sharp, but you don't know that the 10 swords have the bloodline of the Inuit. Only the Inuit can activate these 10 swords." Isaac laughed out loud. A black aura surged out from his entire body and covered Devin and his wife in an instant. The 2 of them then flew backwards. Seeing this scene, Herbert, Aldrich, the old guys from the Washington and Evans families attacked at the same time.

" Allison didn't argue further. He gathered Lira up and headed for the North Wing, leaving the rest of us to piece together the wreckage of the night. "Mom, why was that thing so terrified of the blade?" I asked, eyeing the ancient steel. Mom lifted the sword, the runes etched into the metal glowing faintly in the dim light, before handing it over to Malcolm. "This belonged to your father. It’s a relic—solid silver, forged with seventeen sacred runes. There isn't a drop of black magic or a rogue soul on this earth that can stand against it."

Edric muttered under his breath as he arranged the books and parchments on his desk. Arth took his time to look around the den. Shelves made of redwood had stored and contained a few books, rolled scrolls, and parchments. He came into a cabinet and opened it, revealing a couple of clothes and hides, including boots, gloves, and capes. The next shelf displayed a sword and armor. Arth touched the cold blade of the sword and remembered Blackwinter before. Though he had acquired the Legendary Cursed Sword of Glacia, he still missed his first sword, the only sword that had been with him growing up and training as a warrior.

To seek its power was no small matter, and to approach Constantine with such a request required both courage and conviction. Constantine regarded him thoughtfully for a moment. Her role as Supreme Sorcerer meant that she held the authority to grant or deny such requests, and she knew the significance of this one. “Elder Magnus,” she said, her voice measured, “the stone of Utah is a relic of great power, one that has been dormant for ages. Why do you believe that it holds the key to your visions?”

"Thank you, Aunt Cleo. This means a lot to me." The pendant Aunt Cleo gave Aqua was nothing short of mesmerizing. Crafted from sterling silver, the pendant was shaped like a delicate crescent moon, symbolizing the mysterious and potent nature of Aqua's powers. At the center of the crescent nestled a large, oval-cut gemstone that was uniquely clear, like a drop of captured morning dew. The clarity of the stone made it particularly special, as it reflected Aqua's emotional state, changing color with her mood. Intricate filigree work adorned the crescent moon, with tiny symbols and runes etched into the silver, each representing protection and strength. The craftsmanship was exquisite, making i

Sekora asked. “You will be able to recognize them by the symbols on the hilt, first there is the Tsunami sword recognizable by the wave, next is the Earth breaker sword represented by broken earth, next is the Shadow sword represented by a ghost, next is the Sun saber represented by a sun, next is the Phoenix Wing sword recognized by wings, next is the Speed sword represented by a rabbit and finally there is the Power sword represented by a bull.” D2 replied going back to the lighter tone of voice.

“You owe me—” “No,” I cut in. “You owe them.” Her gaze flickers toward the pack—those kneeling, those broken. Her empire built on fear and blood now reduced to silence. I lift the sword. The moonlight gleams against the steel, sharp and merciless. “This is mercy,” I murmur. Her lips move—perhaps a curse, perhaps a plea—but the words die as the blade falls. The world holds its breath. The relic’s light bursts outward, flooding the hall with a blinding flash. For a heartbeat, everything is silent—no screams, no breath, no sound—just the soundless pulse of release.