Evil Sword Novels & Stories

The leader maintained his domineering attitude despite being slashed by Chase's blade. Chase looked at the man's torn sleeve and found it amusing. "My blade won't touch unknown individuals. Tell me your name." He pointed at the leader. "I'm Eldrige Lyre, Dalo Heavenly Sword of the Evil Shadow Sect." When Eldrige spoke, 12 black swords appeared behind him, looking pretty impressive. However, this changed the next moment. Chase could only see black and white now as he emanated a murderous aura. Was this his personal sword domain?

3RD PERSON Everyone is holding their breath while waiting for the duel between Black Dragon and Hercules to start. They seems to be trying to gauge each other’s skill on the sword. Hercules is using a longsword and JD is using a katana. Who will dominate the duel? Everyone is waiting to witness it. Finally, Hercules raised his sword and attacks JD in full force. JD just lightly flicks his katana towards his longsword and deflects the attack. “Is that your best?” JD asks Hercules who is already starting to get annoyed.

This teacher had massacred and killed one of his family, because he had been framed by the elders in that place. because of the extraordinary talent he has shown, it scares everyone and they end up trapping Khalid. Khalid his name is Khalid the son of the fiftieth generation swordsman who saves the world.

Praim asked-" What is Hellbound sword and what can we do to gain it?" Gina explained while looking down to her small handbook-" I was searching for the weapon that could end a pure evil and then I came across the weapon that holds to end an evil born. The evil borns are neither controlled by the law of nature nor by the law of the underworld. They were purely self-made, hence, the rage inside was inherited from the 7 princes of Hell."

The inscribed blade was a special gift given to him many years ago to rid the world of a terrible warlock that was difficult to kill. Haldir figured if it could kill a terrible creature like Selvin, then it should slice through a human without much trouble. It was made of elven steel and carried a curse so powerful that if it even touched his enemy, they would die…and stay that way. Haldir threaded the sheath through his belt loop then refastened the leather.

Eric exclaimed, his claws gleaming faintly as he readied to attack. But I didn't listen. I raised the dagger, its brightness shining like a beacon. The shadows paused, their shapes flashing unpredictably. "That's it," Solan whispered, barely audible amidst the pandemonium. "Show me what you're capable of." The warmth of the dagger spread through me, and all else faded. The shadows, Solan, and even Eric vanished, leaving behind an incredible sense of strength. Then I saw it. A vision or memory flashed before my eyes. A figure stands in the center of a battlefield, holding a dagger. The land around them was burnt, and the air was dense with smoke and ash. They raised the sword, and with a sing

So even though they were terrified, they all started running toward Erezhul from different directions. Erezhul stopped laughing and his face became completely serious. His new dark eyes seemed to get even darker, like looking into bottomless pits of shadow. Legion attacked first, moving with incredible speed and strength. He created a massive flaming sword in his hands using his cindercloak warrior powers and swung it directly at Erezhul's head. The sword was so hot that the air around it shimmered and crackled with heat. But Erezhul simply tilted his head slightly to the side, and the flaming sword passed right by him without even touching a single hair on his head.

Shame this was evening happening to me. Unfortunatly, Damon moved to stand beside Ethan. “These are Twisted Blade push daggers. A tri-edge blade that spirals. Also known as a cyclone blade. They insure maximum damage with little effort. When used correctly, it will increase our killing effectiveness by 10%. Your opposite will bleed out before their wolf will be able to heal them.”

The impact sent him crashing to the ground of the cage. The crowd cheered crazily, screams erupted all around me. "BLADE!" "BLADE!" "BLADE!" I pulled out my custom-made blade gleamed with a savage hunger under the bright arena lights. The polished steel bore the name "Capone," etched into the metal like a proclamation of death. Its edge was as sharp as a serpent's fang. It looked eager to cut, having tasted the blood of many before. The handle, wrapped in black leather, felt like a coiled snake in my grip, ready to strike with deadly accuracy. This blade wasn't just a weapon; it was a merciless instrument of brutality, a symbol of my unrelenting power in this world.