Evil Sword Novels & Stories

The aliens having seen him roared and charged at him in full rage,the man stood still observing the aliens as they ran towards him ready to tear him apart. The man removed his sword and stabbed the first alien,he shot the second alien with an arrow and the remaining one was killed afterwards.The man buried their bodies in the woods where no one can find them.

“Give me her whereabout and you're free to go. Alive.” “As you can see, blocker.” Rio grinned and stretched out his arms, sneering. “I only brought the ax, the clothes and the robe I wore. Besides, how could you expect me to know what you're talking to me about?” “Wolvire,” his enemy spoke a name angrily. “You know very well what it is, damn human! Give it me the information or you will die!” “I don't want to die.” Rio grinned again, his expression pale and strange under the blue moonlight. “I must add I'm sorry. I don't have anything information you talk about. Just go to hell!”

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

Mr Smith yelled at them. They remained silent, Flying dragon went to the side of the room and brought out a hand saw, he got ready to cut when his boss orders. "These two are taking me for granted! Cut their ears and give them to eat, that way, there will be a bigger hole in their ears so they can hear properly!!" Mr Smith ordered. Flying dragon went to Miss Lola, he grabbed her by the hair and used the saw on her ear. Miss Lola cried, struggled and tried to grip something, but she always ended up catching nothing.

Eddie asked again. "Your questions are getting too much Ambrose. It's time for you to go". Amina said and disappeared. BACK TO PRESENT Eddie smiled and brought out the dagger Amina gave to him. " You guys remember this?". Eddie showed it to the rest. " Wait, where did you get that? It vanished when you used it to kill Emilia". Susannah answered Eddie. " What's that?". Princess Diana asked. " It's called Athame. This dagger can be used to kill any supernatural being, including me and Devoe". Eddie answered Princess Diana.

The sword felt cold, even through the minion’s thick, clawed hands. Its blade shimmered with a subtle red hue mirroring Lucifer’s intent. The dark aura surrounding it whispered death. One of Lucian's trusted minions stared into its cruel shimmer, something unexpected flickered in his eyes, a memory.

She stopped when she noticed the room had dropped a few degrees and she looked at the man with her to notice that he was vibrating and she need not to be told that it was from anger. The next she saw was him turning to the wardrobe behind him and turning back to her with a sliver gun in his hand, pointed at her. His eyes were darker than usual and every pore on his body spoke of danger. Her heart missed a beat as she finally realized that she was now looking at the El Diablo her father told her about and she wondered what her fate would be.

Its face will be completely obscured to you. This is an ancient and sacred thing, an altar and effigy to a thing older than the ground upon which you stand. It will not do to dwell upon its nature, as this is something far beyond mortal comprehension, and to glimpse upon It would be to see into the very primordial ether of creation itself. In Its right hand, you will see, clutched tight, an axe you just saw with a handle carved from bone. Remember the magic sword, hold it tightly in your hands. That's the sorcerer's sword. Take a good revenge for her, avenge for her horrible death, you will send her spirit to eternal peace and you will have an ogrism tail to avenge for your land.

Eryndor's Shadowing dagger seemed to dance in the moonlight, its dark blade slicing through the air with a haunting screee-ksss. Each strike landed with a thud-thwack-thoom, sending tremors through the troop's warriors. The troop's hearts raced as the violent zing-ting-zap of clashing daggers filled the field. The savages of warriors, fueled by fury and loyalty, clashed in a frenzy of arms and teeth. The ground grew slick with blood, the earthy smell mingling with the metallic tang of steel. Jack Wolf stood firm, his Moon-whisper spear shining with a soft, ethereal light. He parried Eryndor's strikes with a precision born of desperation, his movements a blur of speed and strength.

On the fourth stab he hit just below the enemies helmet, hitting their gorget, slicing the strap holding their helmet and knocking the foes helmet clean off. Boro quickly took advantage of his now toppled opponent and just as he was about to deal the killing blow he saw the pale skin and bright green eyes that looked up at him. She was older now, but Boro remembered her face like he remembered every inch of his blade, with perfect recollection. He thought he had loved her once, so how could he ever forget her face, older or not. The eyes that looked up into his own were the fear filled eyes of non other then Nila.