Evil Swords Novels & Stories

I saw Zen adjusted his posture and became more focused. "Ang isa sa kanila ay isang inscribed steel sword. Ito ay tinadtad ng Church of the Eternal Scorching Sun. Ito ay may kasamang nagpapadalisay at mga epekto. Ito ang kalaban ng Ghosts, Wraiths, Zombies, at iba pang undead na nilalang. Maaari pa rin itong gamitin sa loob ng tatlong taon. Siyempre, ang talas nito ay sapat na para makapatay." Ang boses ng babae ay nag-iba sa volume, isang malinaw na pagtatangka upang itago ang kanyang mga kasarian.

Cat followed to the landing, her vision still flickering between the physical world and the golden grid of the ley lines. Five men in tactical gear burst through the ruins of the window. They weren't normal soldiers. Their armor was etched with protective runes, and they carried silver-edged blades that hummed with a sickly green light. Elias met the first one mid-air. It was a display of beautiful, horrific violence. He didn't just punch; he dismantled. He caught a silver blade with his bare hand—the metal hissing against his skin—and snapped it like a dry twig before driving the jagged shard into the soldier’s throat.

Derek’s POV Elise lay on the long table where council judgments were usually passed, her body too still, too quiet. Blood had been washed from her skin, but I could still see it when I closed my eyes, how it had poured from her, how it had soaked my hands, how warm it had been while her breath grew shallow. The sword was no ordinary blade. Everyone knew it. The elders whispered it openly now, no longer hiding behind ritual or pride. A blade forged for war against beasts and traitors, enchanted to tear through flesh and spirit alike. A sword meant to kill quickly. Permanently.

" Liam pulled out the knife I'd found on the balcony and slowly stalked toward me. I backed away and splashed him with paint. "Don't come any closer! I'll destroy your paintings if you take another step!" Sure enough, he stopped. His eyes turned frosty as he snarled, "I'll destroy you if you touch my paintings." Despite his words, I knew he wouldn't let me off the hook even if I didn't do anything. I threw a bucket full of paraffin oil at him before grabbing a lighter from the drawer. I lit it and threw it at him.

Brand's brother turned to him, seeking guidance, just as Brand became aware of the stickiness on his hand. He at first ignored it. He had been in too many bloody brawls in his lifetime for blood to bother him overmuch. But when his mate gasped and tensed in his arms, a wave of dread washed over him. He realized that the stickiness was not merely the expected aftermath of the fight but something far more sinister. His elskede, his alt, Ulfhild, was wounded.

That’s how he got the title bloody devil. “Arvan, send more of our men to the south side of the city. Both of us are enough here to deal with those useless dogs of Vordamorte’s. I don't know why those old dogs of my clan were so sure that these weaklings could kill me, lol.” Evan taunted while killing two more of his enemies with just one bullet. He took out his customized HK-416 assault rifle and started his devil mode.

The rapid contraction even created something like static electricity that could stun the opponent as if they had been electrocuted. While Tiger was taken aback, Elio swooped at him like a crane. He wanted to strike while the iron was hot and knock Tiger out as soon as possible. However, killing intent surged in Tiger's eyes. He suddenly pulled out a soft sword from his waist. The blade trembled like a poisonous snake, flying straight toward Elio. He had a hidden weapon and a top-grade one at that! Although it was only a few inches wide, it was quite sturdy and resilient. Shocked, Elio tried to dodge the unexpected blade.

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.

Even without watching, I could hear the clean whisper of steel drawn from enchanted sheaths. I didn’t know exactly what Calia’s gift was, but Valen wouldn’t have brought her if she wasn’t lethal. Caelora was a different story—her light was blinding, sharp enough to cut through bone, and I’d heard she was just as good with a blade as she was with magic. Between them, they had packed extra Elyadrian steel—charred black blades that shimmered faintly with volcanic enchantment. I inhaled. Held. Counted to two. Exhaled.

He dipped a finger into my blood and then smeared it on my dry lips, spreading a metallic taste to my senses. "You should be grateful that you're my wife, Louise. The last person who tried to hit me is already in hell," he said. Samuel let go of his hand, and my body fell. My hands flailed wildly in the air, trying to grasp onto anything, only to catch nothing. I knocked over a cabinet nearby and crashed to the floor. My hand pressed onto one of the scalpels that had fallen to the ground, causing the blade to slice deep into my palm to the point that bones became visible.