Epic Fantasy Sword Novels & Stories

Lana smile then look at the sword on my side so I look at it to just to be confused. “That sword, I told you before that THAT sword is a legendary sword owned by the first grand king of Evetora given by the goddess. That sword holds the magic that can destroy magic like that mists.” Lana said as I pull my sword and look at it. “What do you mean... but how?” I said looking at the sword. “Concentrate your magic and then use the sword then aim it to the sky.” Lana said and I look at the sword. I close my eyes and concentrate my magic into the sword and I open my eyes just to smile seeing that the jade sword glows. I am about to raise the sword as my magic is like a water being poured into a gla

Her brows were slightly frowned as she was understanding why he was being too considerate or was it not considerate? The Flaming Red Fire of Lava is a very powerful sword that can kill thousands of people with one swift move. It can even end hundreds of lives of monsters. It was so strong that everyone wanted it, but it came to an end when Vailan, when he was still a Crown Prince, got it out of accident and no one has seen its appearance after that.

He left the great Jamei Mountain many months ago, and now he is back. A voice appeared in his head and then said the skills and benefits gained from the trip are being collected beep beep "One thousand experience points have been added. A new weapon has been added. The Sword of the Legendary Phoenix Weapon" " What is the sword of the phoenix really? Yao Tai said to himself in amazement The Phoenix Weapon sword was very well known for its strength and extreme heat that melts the hardest types of iron, and now it has become the king of Yao Tai. This was a really wonderful gift

“Sometime this week. Another day or two, I think. Leana is going with him.” Cayd and I walked outside to see the now never-ending line of people trying to pull the sword from the stone. I have to admit, Cayd wasn’t wrong. It looks strangely like the fairy tale sword, Excalibur. Aolis’s sword is a royal sword with an ornate handle that only adds to the image. I’m not sure if it was a lucky placement or if the rock formed around the sword, but the result is definitely something of fairy tales.

Francis said with a small frown on his face. “I mentioned it. You must have forgotten,” Ericson replied in a dismissing tone as there was no reason to be discussing what they were gradually heading to. They both stopped talking and the world around them froze but for their hearts which began to race when they saw Sarah lift up a sword above Harold. The sword which was long and without doubt, sharp, glowed and glistened with the light that bath it. The sword was made of silver. The other students were in a pile of each other, everyone of them in one way or the other, unable to help Harold and even themselves.

“I wear the story that it inhabits and it must follow all that I say. It is my weapon, a fearsome blade that can slice through anything in this realm or any other.” Jimmy could see the Anunnaki desperately wanted to resist, but his words went to work on it. It began to flicker and lose its current form, reshaping itself into a blurry, obsidian broadsword in Jimmy’s hands. The hilt of the sword crackled against Jimmy’s palms, shot through with a deadly electrical charge. Mr Isimud applauded with slow deliberation, smiling sardonically. “Excellently played,” he said. “The white knight is armed, but can he deliver the coup de grâce?”

She purses her lips in displease seeing everyone is leaping aside. 'Why in the hell would they leap away as if it's a vulture?! The sword is aimed straight and they could have just stepped aside from its way! Why would they do backflips and all? Is this a gymnastics class or what? And what's with that dude? Why is that guy breathing heavily as if he just escaped from a hunting lion?' She notices only a few guys just took a step aside and stood straight calmly. THUD! Her eyes follow the sound and see Parthib stopped the sword by holding it in his bare hand. The sharp edge has cut his palm resulting in bleeding.

I stretched my hand, grabbed the sword, and swivelled my body in mid-air, making a perfect hero's skill. I landed on the ground, and I felt my muscles urging me to fight. I can feel my whole body aching for war, ready to shed blood. I am ready to show them what they just did to me, to get revenge and to teach them that no one messes with Rey Reed and goes Scot free. I unsheathed the sword from its housing, and I was awed by its sight. It was different from any other sword I had ever seen. It is glowing red, instead of the normal white.

She thought about the sex toys decorating the shelves throughout the room, the whips and feathers hanging on the racks. She was close. A flash of pain shot through her feet. She cried out, but the sound had barely left her lips when another, and then another, hit her. It was hot, and sharp, something like the point of a heated knife. She couldn't see it, she couldn't see anything, but the pain was excruciating. "Stop," she grunted. He leaned close, his hands behind his back so all she could see were his luscious brown eyes. "Do you remember our safe word?" he asked.

Severin yelled lightly and the miniature sword in front of him shot out. Originally, it was only the length of a finger. As it flew further, it continued to enlarge. From the thickness of a finger to the thickness of a pail and lastly, it was as thick as a millstone. It also grew from the length of a finger to two hundred feet long. The sword was glowing with a dark gold color. It seemed like it had the ability to cut open the sky to form a new land. With the terrifying breath, it continued to fly toward the God-Killing Spear.