Epic Fantasy Sword Novels & Stories

The sword was like made specifically for her as it was comfortable to her hands and it felt familiar and comforting to the touch. "The Ethereal blade" Caro said, his voice was deep but sharp as the blade. "Blessed and forged in heavenly fire. Made with the very material used to build the Hall of Life" he pointed at the huge building that stood at the center of the city, "it will help you fight the abyssal creatures". Serra swallowed and stared at him. She was never been good at fighting and she haven't even touched a sword before. She pictured herself fighting the Reapers with a sword made her gag and dizzy. She's no fighter, she only plants carrots and potatoes at the farm.

I don't know how long can I endure standing here acting as bait and why are they taking so long to attack the beast. I can't wait anymore, so I decided to make the first move. I waved my right hand and release the sword that was forged by a famous blacksmith the Devil's hand. I was about to swing it onto the beast when one of its heads bites into my right arm. The sword immediately drops to the ground and disappeared. The sword is specially designed for me alone and I am the only one who can wield it. The sword will disappear if it is no longer in my possession and I am the only one who can summon it.

On the pavilion floor lay a sword carved with a dragon, and standing on it was the man who had shouted. He stooped slightly, breath ragged; his eyes were bloodshot, bulging as if they might pop from their sockets. Through gritted teeth he thought, 'Xiu Jian is a damned wretch! I can’t even burn his sword!' Indeed, the trembling, furious man was Huang Fu, and the blade beneath his boot was the Sacred Dragon Sword. He had tried to set the sword aflame—yet not only did the flames refuse to take, the fuel he poured seemed to be absorbed and vanished, drying as if swallowed by the metal itself.

As the light flowed from my hand to the sword, the metal shimmered, illuminating the darkening campsite with a faint, ethereal glow. The moment the magic touched the steel, the sword thrummed in response, resonating with newfound power. I could feel the connection—my intent merging with the weapon, enhancing its edge, readying it for whatever lay ahead. I lifted the sword, the light casting flickering shadows around me. The creature hissed and tried to retreat but I wouldn't let it. Seraphina, Aric and Kaelan stopped the creature from fleeing as they landed blows after blows. The creature no longer tried to block the blows, only escape was important to it.

A swordsman suddenly appeared and fought fiercely with the despot. the king then turned into a giant dragon demon, with a very terrible and terrible power. The dragon demon fought by destroying everything nearby into rubble. The battle between the swordsman and the giant demon lasted for three days and three nights with the sky continuing to be black, at the end of their battle. With the remaining strength of the swordsman, the giant demon finally succeeded in being sealed and turned into a sword with a terrible aura.

Exactly as seen earlier in the castle. The sword. “What does that one do?” I asked, pointing to it. “It drinks blood. For anyone it kills, their blood is stored in the blade. You would try to always have a clothing between you and the hilt” That did not sound more beneficial than fairy dust. “So how useful would it be to protect me?” With only a smile, “very” Time to close the deal. “I have one silver coin” playing with the coins against my fingers. “Make it three and we have a deal”

Her intense gaze, hardened by countless battles, was tempered by her unwavering loyalty to Somerland. To Elysia's left stood Gareth Swordbane, widely feared and respected as the Sword Demon. He was a tall, imposing figure, his eyes sharp and deadly. Known for wielding a blade with unparalleled mastery, Gareth’s skill in swordsmanship was legendary, his reputation as a ruthless opponent striking fear into the hearts of all who dared challenge him. His sword, an ancient blade etched with runic symbols, was strapped across his back, and his eyes held a piercing focus that spoke of countless battles fought and won.

Andrius did not know what happened to Gabriel and the others, but he was sure this was the sword. Swish... Rustle... Chitter... To Andrius’ astonishment, as soon as the sword fell into his hands, tens of thousands of sea monsters seemed to go mad, and they all rushed toward him. Startled, he raised the sword to slash out. ‘Esoteric Art: Etheric Sword!” A brilliant sword light appeared, tearing through space as if splitting the heavens and earth. The sea monsters rushing toward him were all sliced cleanly in half, shocking everyone who saw it.

He clasped the hilt tightly and declared in 'lease', "Daemonium Venator: Gladius Obumbratio." His sword began to hum loudly, the originally 2 metres long sword grew longer, becoming almost twice its previous length. It also grew larger, as the thin sword now looked like a large cleaver. Its blade was engulfed entirely in fire, its screams like the cry of a rising phoenix. James' aura went through a drastic change just like his sword. He grew larger, making Morgana who was held in his left arm look more like a doll figurine than an actual human being.

John was optimistic but it wasn't enough to keep them still, the quivering sound of one of the campers was a signal that it was only a matter of seconds before everything went South for them. "Gary... I know you are frightened but please for your sake and the rest of us do not do anything stupid." John said trying to manage the whole situation and it was too late, the long claws of a beastly creature had slized through someone's flesh. The creature was huge with animalistic features of a wolf it's eyes a shiny red that was visible through the dark. It stood tall with the upper half of it's body widely intimidating and they all looked like ants before him. Their eyes went slowly to look at Ga