Evil Swords Novels & Stories

The sword light of his Storm of Swords spell was nearly snuffed out by now, leaving only his Unsullied Sword to resist the Northern Dark Mystic Ice Sword. Never mind that the Unsullied Sword was ranked beneath the Northern Dark Mystic Ice Sword. The fact that the Spirit of the Northern Dark Mystic Ice Sword was taking part in this battle meant that any resistance by the Unsullied Sword was futile. The blade of the Unsullied Sword was beginning to shake and the white light covering it was gradually dimming under the weight of the Northern Dark Mystic Ice Sword's cyan light.

He smelled of mold and mildew. "Heathen slut, one of the pleasure women of Freida – what is this sorcery?" Eleleth spat, taking a Sicario dagger from his hands, like his infamous first disciple Jude, and plunging towards my vision – my delusion – of my lost love. "Yolanda, no!" I screamed, taking my sword and plunging it through Eleleth's neck. He was slain on my sword, roaring like a bullwhip, and then he decreed:

The golden-blue runes along the blade flared brilliantly, casting a stark, commanding light across the dark trees. ​The mercenaries panicked, scrambling for their weapons, but Dave’s vanguard closed the trap from all sides with ruthless, disciplined efficiency. Two outlaws lunged at Dave with spiked iron clubs, but with a swift, calculated pivot, Dave used the flat of his broadsword to disarm them, sending both men crashing hard into the dirt.

Valdis warns. “I might be your child but I am not backing down. Now draw you sword,” I shout. "As you wish," Valdis forces out. The blade of Valdis’s sword screeches loudly against its sheath as he draws it out. As he points his sword at me, I shuffle to the side, awaiting his attack. He charges forward his sword smacking vehemently into mine. The force behind his blow causes me to skit back a couple of feet. I stand up straighter, planting my feet firmly to the ground just as he swivels in my direction. His eyes are ablaze with a passionate anger that resonates off his body. For a moment, I instinctually stiffen. He unleashes his aura nearly crushing me under the weight of his dominance. Cl

Dark energy surged around her, coalescing into spectral claws that tore at the ground. It was the power of the Death Goddess, raw and unfiltered, channeled through Evelyn’s form. I instinctively raised my sword, but it felt like a child’s toy against the ancient, malevolent force she wielded. A black wave of sickly sweet air hit me, making my lungs burn, my vision blur. I gasped, stumbling back. Evelyn was no longer just an opponent; she was an avatar of destruction, her movements unnaturally swift, her attacks imbued with a chilling finality.

The crowd could feel that the heat and cold had collided while looking at the swords on the stage. “Let me introduce to you the Blaze Wild Sword and the Deadly Glaze Sword. Blaze Wild Sword is a must be suggested for the people who had fire attributes and were accustomed to fire. The Deadly Glaze Sword is for the people who had Ice attributes. These swords are made by a Grade 5 Novice Armament Master.” Lark Oz said while showing them the swords that Luna had made.

Her intense gaze, hardened by countless battles, was tempered by her unwavering loyalty to Somerland. To Elysia's left stood Gareth Swordbane, widely feared and respected as the Sword Demon. He was a tall, imposing figure, his eyes sharp and deadly. Known for wielding a blade with unparalleled mastery, Gareth’s skill in swordsmanship was legendary, his reputation as a ruthless opponent striking fear into the hearts of all who dared challenge him. His sword, an ancient blade etched with runic symbols, was strapped across his back, and his eyes held a piercing focus that spoke of countless battles fought and won.

The Elder recited There's not much for him to recite anyway; this stupid idiot in front of me opted for a no-rules battle. That shall always be his biggest and worst mistake. "Kindly choose your weapons." The Elder said monotonously "I'll choose these two swords of mine." Armaros said, unsheathing his two swords that had thin double-edged blades of about 14 metres. The blade was definitely sharpened recently with the way they reflected the light right off them.

We look forward to the day she can run with us. "Soon." The witch agreed with a soft smile. Some of the shadows began to dance like excited pups, their excited yips filling the air as a giant blonde man stepped out of the darkening tree-line followed by a smaller version of himself. Despite the winter months being on them, both males were golden like the husks of wheat and barley. Their white blonde hair matched that of the little girl babbling in her mother's arms. Ulf was much taller than his son and bulkier with muscles crowding his limbs and torso. His chiseled facial features could easily make the gods jealous and his blue eyes were topaz blue and as hard as ice as they surveyed the wor

CHAPTER 42 THIRD P.O.V EVELYN tightened the grip of her sword and didn't take a breather before she continued slashing their neck, separating them from their body, even though she also received an injury from them. Although it wasn't that obvious that she was injured in her body, given that she was wearing black fitted clothing, it would become obvious if they focus their vision on her clothes and they would see those tattered part of the clothes that was hit by the sword as well as it hit her skin.