Epic Fantasy Sword Novels & Stories

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.

I fought alongside Cain, our magic entwined in a deadly dance, as we pushed back the enemy forces. Amidst the chaos, I spotted a figure lunging toward Cain, sword raised high. Time seemed to slow as I stretched my hand out, desperation lending strength to my voice. “Stop!” I cried, and at that moment, lightning streaked across the sky, striking the assailant’s weapon. The blade shattered into pieces, leaving Cain unharmed. It was a reminder that my powers had been restored, and I marveled at the wonder of it all.

roared the black dragon, seeing the giant sword formed from a thousand swords heading towards him. BOOOMMMMM

"I'll pay for it for you, as my apology for your broken sword yesterday." I called a waiter to retrieve the sword from the showcase. Unlike the previous attendant, this time a young male waiter with black pants and a white shirt came. He opened the cabinet and handed me the sword. "W-wait, Vans, I don't want it," Livi replied, gesturing to decline. "But didn't you say you wanted it?" Why did she suddenly change her mind? In my opinion, it's a good sword, made of magical mithril material, strong, and can be infused with magical energy.

“I have to stay here for a while and pretend I’m recuperating, Mom.” She squeezed Zeph’s hand. “Of course, darling.” “Don’t worry, Mrs. Hayes. She won’t combust,” Theia said. Everyone chuckled, including my dad. “Are you gonna tell us what’s the sword all about? Why no one can touch it?” “Like an Excalibur, it’s wielded for me—” “And her mate. It hurts or burns anyone who touches it. It’s a present to him to fight alongside when the time comes,” explained Theia, making me laugh. “Kidding. She’s just possessive of it. It’s given to her by her master.”

It was filled with copper, silver and gold royals, all to help supply them while they sought out allies. After Boro said his farewell and accepted the money, he quickly made himself busy checking out the two pack horses. He wanted to give Littume and Lord Jetir space for there farewells. He saw Jetir give his son a firm hug and share a few words with him. Then he saw Lord Jetir unwrap the cloth and from it pulled out an ornate brown and gold scabbard. The scabbard was too thick to belong to a rapier, and too wide to be a katan, the long slightly curved, single edge style sword that Boro himself used. This one was as wide as the width of his palm and had two edges to it. A broadblade, an olde

Long ago, where demons are attacking humanity and trying to surpass Gods and Goddesses, a magical sword was created by the Gods. His name was Excalibur, he was a sword with a spirit, a sword that can grew with its master, a sword with an ego. Excalibur was made by the combined powers of the Gods, he possesses a power that can even threaten the life of the immortals.

Looking at the simple and mysterious silver light emitted from the book, Zephyr Khan's face suddenly changed violently and he couldn't help but cry out involuntarily. This book looked ordinary, but when it appeared with many divine weapons, it was enough to show that it was absolutely extraordinary. Thinking of the white and silver god ray emanating from it, Zephyr Khan finally thought of something-Silver Epic! This Scroll was obviously an epic existence! "An Epic... actually an Epic weapon!?" At this time, Zephyr Khan's face kept changing, and he couldn't help but slowly stretch out his hand toward the ancient scroll. He was about to touch the ancient scroll with his fingertips.