Evil Sword Novels & Stories

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.

In their hands were the tools of their trade - various multitools and ice-encrusted shovels and well-worn crowbars. The Hallowed raised them in the air as they charged towards Eva with fervor, faces unchanged. Eva drew her Ra’ventrii blade, lunged at the closest Hallowed, and cut him down before he even realized it. Then she spun into a dance and took down the advancing Hallowed one by one with every step that she took. Her razor-sharp blade cut through skin and muscle and bone and cybernetics with equal ease. The Hallowed’s simple movements were no match for Eva’s precise dance. They never even got the chance to swing back before they fell, one after another.

“I think you are flexible in using small weapons. This ebony bone dagger is made from a claw bone of a black dragon. Its sharpness could cut through the thickest of metals, and the energy left inside is could be used at an emergency.” Jared was startled at being talked to by Priestess Eva, but he instantly felt honored at being thought highly by the general’s mate. He hurriedly took the dagger and thanked Priestess Eva while bowing. He would not have stopped if General Markus did not pat his shoulder. Jared was embarrassed, but he closely held the dagger next to his chest with determination flashing in his eyes.

This time he holds the dagger hidden on his waist; the unusual crimson dagger that been thrown by Aoi Akuma years ago, that he always kept on his self as a reminder of that day when his parents been murdered. Cederick was planning to attack with these two weapon in his hand. All are in attack mode, Tenth Candidate was about to pull the trigger, and Cederick was about to throw the dagger. When suddenly, Tenth Candidate flew on the side, Ezikiel came and attack him immediately, his speed was unimaginable. He followed it with another kicked to his arm making the gun fell from his hand. Ezikiel gets it and soon throws in the open window, and twist the guy arm backward, and slammed him on the gro

His muscles coiled with tension, every nerve primed for the imminent clash that was about to unfold. The attack was sudden and fierce, a whirlwind of teeth and claws that clashed in the dead of night. The air was filled with snarls and growls, a symphony of violence that painted the darkness in shades of crimson. Ethan fought with a primal ferocity, his instincts guiding every move, every strike. He was wounded, blood seeping from his side, but his determination burned brighter than the pain.

Evelyn’s eyes flashed silver. “Then try me” And in the next heartbeat…A war broke out. Evelyn vs Lazarus! Lazarus launched forward, his palm glowing with red demonic energy. He thrust it towards Evelyn, sending a wave of dark, violent energy straight at her. Evelyn lifted both hands, and a silver shield materialized in front of her. The impact sent a shockwave through the battlefield. Dust and wind swirled in every direction. The supernatural warriors shielded their faces.

Mdm. Meredith's expression contorted even more after hearing my retort. She snatched a blade from a nearby bodyguard and plunged it in my direction. "I'll kill you, you filthy woman!" Thankfully, the police came just in time and saved me from Mdm. Meredith's upcoming attack. After Mdm. Meredith got pinned on the ground, she shrieked at the top of her lungs, "Don't touch me with your filthy hands! Do you have any idea who I am? You can't touch a hair on the Lamberts' heads!"

I stepped into the circle. The geas flared, cold fire lancing up my arm from the brand, but I had learned to ride it, to channel through the pain, to make the Council's leash into my own whip. My blade was obsidian, a weapon of edges and absence, the kind that drank light and returned shadow. It felt right in my hand, the weight of something that had no allegiance to any narrative but my own.

Willow suggested and the mortal woman turned to look at the dragon who was fighting, billowing the fire out of his mouth. She cannot leave Nathan all alone. "How can we kill this thing? The wolf?" Genevieve asked and Siren answered, "With silver bullets. And I have them…" Gazing at his serious face, all three of them were annoyed. "Well, why didn't you say so?" Genevieve put the baby in Willow's arms and then asked for the pistol. Siren handed her the pistol which had silver bullets and she asked them all to run away. Willow along with her siblings took the baby away, leaving Genevieve to take care of the matter.

With a sudden surge of power, Sable lunged forward, swinging the sword with all her might. The blade sliced through the air, cutting through the evil with a resounding clash. The clash reverberated throughout the cathedral, sending shards of malevolence scattering across the floor. The evil entity recoiled, shocked by Sable's defiance. Its form faltered, momentarily disrupted by the light emanating from the sword. Weakened and vulnerable, it pressed back against the encroaching evil, desperately attempting to regain its strength.