Evil Swords Novels & Stories

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.

There were holes on his back, making it look like he was stabbed with pure choler. I was about to rush to his side when someone grabbed my elbow. I looked from my shoulder and saw Nathan smiling frighteningly. His eyes were thirsty for retaliation. I screamed and tried to push him away, but unexpectedly, he was strong. His grip tightened around my arms, causing his nails to cut deeply into my wounds. I panted, and a tear escaped.

"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

“Give me her whereabout and you're free to go. Alive.” “As you can see, blocker.” Rio grinned and stretched out his arms, sneering. “I only brought the ax, the clothes and the robe I wore. Besides, how could you expect me to know what you're talking to me about?” “Wolvire,” his enemy spoke a name angrily. “You know very well what it is, damn human! Give it me the information or you will die!” “I don't want to die.” Rio grinned again, his expression pale and strange under the blue moonlight. “I must add I'm sorry. I don't have anything information you talk about. Just go to hell!”

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.

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?

as if she was cutting mere pieces of wood into half. Larice blew past through the men like a gust of wind. She sheathed back her rapier and walked towards the child, leaving the hunters in shock of their broken swords. Gray Viper was an ancient weapon from the far country of the elves in Asveneas. Its blade was made of Elyfean steel, bathed and blessed by the Tree of Genia. Countless wielders had swung it for thousands of years until Riqui the Swordmaster died and passed it unto Larice. Only fools like these three hunters would go against the ancient blade using plain, silver swords.

BLADE 3. Pain. It was all I felt when I shot my eyes opened. I felt so sore and tired. The memories of how Lorenzo plunged deeper into me last night filled my mind. He was so cruel to me. I didn't find any enjoyment in it at all. I tried lifting my hands and I was happy It was back to functioning. My tit hurts too as a result of the sucking he did last night.

Dina held her breath and ran away from there to hide for a few minutes until the effects of the gas could diminish. On the other hand, the moment Eros stepped inside the palace, the Nephilim soldiers tried to attack him. But he was prepared. He pulled his two hidden royal swords from their sheaths and began to swing them at the Nephilim. He is a damn good swordsman, and it's not easy to win against him with a sword. His swords are bathed in the Skipper blood oil. So the moment his sword touched the Nephilim, they turned to ashes. After he killed the first dozen or so Nephilim soldiers, the others who are surrounding him are now weighing their options about approaching him. The commotion sudd

Shiny claws grew out from its front fins, which made Adorable's appearance more fierce. "Hey, why do we always get some sealed low-level weapons? It would be better if we got weapons comparable to the Martial Emperor and Martial Grand Emperor levels," Evil Moon said with discontentment. "I think we should search for some more powerful weapons. In this way, we can do anything we want after we get out of the Sage Battlefield!" "Haha!" Adorable raised its front fin to despise Evil Moon, showing contempt for it. "F**k, what do you mean by this?" Evil Moon said indignantly.