Evil Sword Novels & Stories

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.

A medium lengthened double H sword with a tint of white and gold appeared beside his palm, so he gripped the grip of the sword and slashed it in the air in front of him diagonally to the left. Who will win? Good or Evil ?

Exactly as seen earlier in the castle. The sword. “What does that one do?” I asked, pointing to it. “It drinks blood. For anyone it kills, their blood is stored in the blade. You would try to always have a clothing between you and the hilt” That did not sound more beneficial than fairy dust. “So how useful would it be to protect me?” With only a smile, “very” Time to close the deal. “I have one silver coin” playing with the coins against my fingers. “Make it three and we have a deal”

A sword that can vanish magic of someone for eternity. Elvious directly thrust towards the youngman with Elious sword in right hand. Marvio however, tried to stops his acquintance, yet he is too late. Elvious already at the reaching distance of the youngman who has this devourer smirk. When Elvious two feets away near E.J, in the latter's right hand appeared a sword too. A sword which was been called like his alias; DEATH.

At the same time, he could also alert the other beginner Sovereign Ranker and Master Cornelius that there was another powerhouse here. However, David was prepared for this. The red Evil-Splitting Sword had appeared in his hand at some point. While the old man cast the Eternal Golden Body, David had already broken through the defense of the opponent’s golden body with a wave of his sword and appeared in front of the old man. The Eternal Golden Body was particularly vulnerable to the Evil-Splitting Sword, a first-rate Soulbound Weapon, as the sword could cut through everything in the world. When he saw David appearing in front of him, the old man’s brain could not register what was going on fo

"Go, if the bad you see in the land of eregdrix cannot be comprehended, destroy evil with evil!" As he opened his both eyes, he flung his sword down at the ground, striking it with all energy he had in him. The sword struck down at the floors, rearranging the cracked and broken grounds and it vanished. Behold, it stood at the known gate way to Eregdrix and took the form of a man in a white coat, dark hair and brown eyes. "A war bringer, a war taker and a war ender...the morningstar sword." As the sword inhaled the breeze of the air concentrating his breathing towards evil, all hounds that had been seen, suddenly stopped all ongoing activities and rushed towards the creature Raphael forged fr

A blinding flash of light appeared, almost blinding everyone and from it emerged a majestic Elf, dressed in striking black and gold robes. His silver hair flowed behind him like a banner, and his violet coloured eyes were sharp and deadly. He carried his sword of ice, the blade shimmering with a cold, ethereal glow.

And the evil brother looked on. "Henry! Don't bother Kuya! You know he's been waiting for the woman assigned to him for a long time." Rebuke of the second prince Edward. "What is it Edward! I'm just teasing my older brother because he seems to be stumped and seriously we haven't been noticed since he found out that the one assigned to him was born." While the two were still sparring with the sword. But they were suddenly stopped by a strong wind. And when they looked at their eldest brother it was lost in its rented tree root.

I gasped. Lunar Eclipse was more of a pack of mercenaries. No one knew the real names of the pack members, as they all had some sort of code name. The Alpha of the pack was known as Shadowstrike. Shadowstrike was considered the ultimate warrior, with skills that a normal werewolf didn’t possess. He could strike his opponents down with a single blow, but it wasn’t just because he was strong. There was a rumor that he could expel some sort of energy in his attacks that could knock someone down without ever touching them.

There, resting on a raised pedestal of carved obsidian, lay a sword unlike any they had ever seen. It was long and sleek, its blade a deep shade of silver with veins of glowing red coursing through it, as if the weapon itself pulsed with life. Its hilt was wrapped in dark leather, and symbols unknown to them shimmered along its length. The moment they entered, the temperature dropped, and the whispers began again. “Another stands before the blade.” “A choice must be made.” “A price must be paid.” Elior took a step forward, but before he could reach the pedestal, Rael’s hand shot out, grabbing his arm.