Epic Fantasy Sword Novels & Stories

The True Martial Starlord’s divided soul’s voice entered Alex’s ears. He turned around and saw that an egg as big as cantaloupe was lying quietly next to his feet. He nodded. “What sword technique?” “The True Martial Tyrant Sword!”

"Think about it, the name Kopis is ancient Greece for a knife and it's no coincidence that your name..." "... Is Blade." I finished for her as I began thinking about it. "If this is in anyway true, that means I'm cursed." "Yeah!" She said. "You are." My heart crashed as somehow, I had been hoping that this bloodlust thing would go away and I could try to have a normal life again.

A groan escaped from Calhoun's mouth before he fell over Epheba. "What have you done!" Epheba yelled at the dark witch who had stabbed Calhoun. "No, no no no!" Epheba drew Calhoun up and held him in her hands. The sword, just wasn't a sword, it was made of silver and coated in poison and dark magic, it was fatal to even the strongest Lycan. Epheba never wanted this, no she loved calhoun. "I'm...sorry" Calhoun said his last words and then he was gone...

Its handle is gold and seems to have a dragon coiled around it. "The sacred weapon," Elijah said. Elijah couldn't help but be nervous because he was unfamiliar with this sword. He hesitated to touch it but he had to. Elijah slowly reached for it. Even though he was having second thoughts, he made up his mind. He could feel the strong power coming from the sword. It seemed to be alive and when his hand landed on the sword, his fingers spontaneously surrounded the handle as if it had a magnet.

Its handle is gold and seems to have a dragon coiled around it. "The sacred weapon," Elijah said. Elijah couldn't help but be nervous because he was unfamiliar with this sword. He hesitated to touch it but he had to. Elijah slowly reached for it. Even though he was having second thoughts, he made up his mind. He could feel the strong power coming from the sword. It seemed to be alive and when his hand landed on the sword, his fingers spontaneously surrounded the handle as if it had a magnet.

He expected Oz to cast a love spell of some sort. " You fool. It isn't just any ring. This is the ring of the ancient Roman queen, Archuletta. It is the ring of no sin. A ring that will make her forever yours, even against her will.", Oz said proudly. "It looks cheap. But the question is, will she love me?", Gregory asked. "Do you think you will love her the same if she is madly in love with you? If she chased behind you like all the other?" Oz asked.

Caspian immediately recognized the ancient sword. "The Evil Slaying Sword? Is it powerful?" Chase asked, examining the sword handle from left to right. "Powerful? It's more than just powerful. This is the legendary sword of Darren James, endowed with mysterious powers and revered as a sacred treasure for ages. After so many years, this sword might have developed its own intelligence!" Caspian said enviously. Hearing this, Chase was about to study the sword further when two figures appeared in the distance. They were two elderly priests, one following the other. Not far behind, another figure was leaping between pavilions—it was Malachi.

The group then breaks apart, going to their various stations. "Not bad, Wallace," Kaydence slaps me on the back. "What?" "William...Ah, never mind," they shake their head laughing. Turning away, a shot of golden light shoots across the sky. Running up the stairs to the top of the wall, I look over to see a ball of fire in the middle of the hill just inside enemy lines. A man in golden armor stands, his helm shining in the fading sunlight. In his hand is a sword that glows with a light not unlike Excalibur, but whereas my sword burns with a cool flame, this one has warm electricity. He raises his sword and then slams it tip down into the earth releasing a shockwave that knocks Mab's forces ba

The war raged on, a battle of power and soul, each stroke striking like a crescendo amid the storm. My trembling palm clutched Xavier's sword, a relic of power that pulsed with an energy I didn't understand. The blade became an extension of my will as the Demon leaped at me with murderous intent. The sword clashed with its opponent's blade in a dance of survival, each strike mirroring the ferocious struggle for power.

He knew himself that he cant buy a good sword as he have to buy body tempering technique too with this little amount of money. As he tried to pick a sword he saw a beautiful black sword in the corner of rack, Theo mesmerized and uttered," what a beautiful black sword", suddenly from back he heard the word," isn't it beautiful, to sad the cultivator from whom i got the sword told me that this sword cannot cut anything, its dull sword". Suddenly as if deciding something Theo decide that he will take that sword. Theo walked out of the blacksmith shop shouting," Thank you, old man jiang"