Epic Fantasy Sword Novels & Stories

The word seemed to be stuck in my throat and I try to get my voice back to normal. My breath hitches as he moves his hands higher under my shirt. His shaky hands lightly grip my hips, massaging every inch of my body. I don't think I've ever seen him this nervous before. Fairies naturally have healing magic. This is something he's known his whole life... But I'm pretty sure this is the first time he's healed a girl before.

"Magic sword? Well, I can't refuse that. What color is it?" "Blue," R said decisively. "With stars on the handle. And it makes whooshing sounds when you swing it." "That's a very good sword," Phoenix said seriously, moving to sit cross-legged near the blanket fort so R could direct the next phase of his game. "Where should I stand in the battle formation?" While R arranged his knights—Phoenix, several stuffed animals, and what appeared to be a toy dinosaur who was apparently cross-trained in medieval combat—Orion took the opportunity to enter the conversation.

"You're trash from a barbaric planet, and your talents are limited. I've made it to the tenth floor of both the Tower of Babel and the Tower of Divinity. Are you sure you want to fight me? I can be pretty merciful sometimes, you know. I'll even give you a chance to surrender right now." Felix remained expressionless. "Did you talk your way up to the tenth floor?" he asked flatly. That hit a nerve, and York's expression darkened with rage. Slowly, he rose to his feet and lifted his right hand, summoning a massive broadsword into existence. "If you want to die, I'll grant your wish!" he snarled. York swung the blade, and a flash of silver light exploded through the sky. A gigantic sword materi

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.

The blade gleamed with a brilliant silver light, its edge shimmering with a promise of sharpness. The blood sword! I exclaimed internally, astonished by the fact that I had successfully conjured the legendary weapon known to be wielded by a valiant warrior from Cairos—a neighboring nation to Springgan. Apollo had shared stories about it, expressing his dream to create such a weapon one day. Empowered by the gauntlet, I held the blood sword with ease. The blade's edge gleamed, a testament to its lethal potential. Just as the icy shield surrounding me shattered, the dominus seized the opportunity to consume me. Its jaws opened wide as it lunged towards me. Reacting swiftly, I positioned the sw

He was not conceited, but it was the truth. "You can try." Dennis grinned and a long sword appeared in his hand. It was Purim that had been in Niall’s hands , Purim, Shadow, and Tyrfing, the three swords all fell in the hands of Babylon. Jason stretched out his palm and Excalibur appeared in it. They looked at each other as if there was lightning flashing. The next moment, two figures collided with each other like lightning. With a burst of sword Qi, a nebula condensed by sword Qi appeared on the top of Babylon

I don’t have the heart to cut it just yet, although I know I should. It’s more like I can’t because I do not want to have an uneven mess. “We did weapons training. Did you know that there was a sword made by the Diafor mages that can cut through anything, living and non-living things alike?” I shuddered when I remembered how Zander had shown me the sword that looked taller than me then almost passed out when he showed me what it could do. It sliced a tree in front of my eyes.

"An' we think these are like, her suitors. Five boyfriends. Lucky lady." He traces his finger around the figures standing in the forest. They are in a perfect semi-circle surrounding her, each facing inwards. An elegant figure in a dark cape; a man robed in white with feathered golden wings on his back; some sort of vagabond or possibly a pirate; a dragonfly-winged faery prince dressed in green; a knight in shining armor. That's the Portland art scene for you. Someone definitely enjoys their magic mushrooms a bit too much. "I'm not sure that they're courting her," I say, gazing at the figures. The scene looks ominous to me.

"No I don't think so but maybe if you behave I'll show you, so how about we watch one of my favorite shows." "You say it like you have alot?" "Yeah, whenever I'm stressed out about something or sad I keep myself busy with TV series and shows." "So what're we watching today?" He says raising his eyebrows. "Game of thrones," I say smiling. "Really? You know I've never watched an episode." "What? Really? How?" "Yeah I just don't get why people are obsessed with it." "Oh cmon Noah, you have to watch game of thrones. It's so addictive and almost everyone I know watches it. So mister we're starting from season 1 episode 1 today," I say smiling.

We stop in front of her, our eyes cautiously trained on her agitated form. Apolliana smiles as she stretches her shoulders and produces large white wings and a sword covered in white fire. The sword is unlike any I’ve ever seen. Most sacred swords are metallic with red or blue fire. Apolliana’s look like it's made of glass with white fire. My brothers also take out their flaming swords; Michael and Rafael’s swords are surrounded by blue fire, and mine is also rare with a black blade and handle and black fire. However, none of us are ready to attack. The thought of hurting Apolliana’s makes us all ill.