Evil Swords Novels & Stories

He then used energy beams to strike Sekora, but she used the Speed sword dodge the beams, then she used Star burst magic and slammed it into his knocking him to the ground. After defeating the elementals, Vale, Lena and Drevis all of the attention was turned on Kariya and the power sword. Everyone ran at him at once, with their swords and fans drawn. He knocked them all backwards using the Power sword, then levitated into the air and fired down energy beams, wind strikes and shadow balls onto his opponents. “Guys I got him.” Said Elsa jumping into the air. “No Elsa don’t!” screamed Sekora, face filled with horror for what was about to happen.

Emily said to Eddie and Eddie smiled at her. "Give it up Emily, you are never going to win". Eddie said to Emily. "Never!". Emily yelled at him. Eddie and Emily were fighting in the air. Emily was also holding a sword but not as powerful as the ancient gladius. Emily kicked Eddie and Eddie landed from the sky with a loud thud. Eddie was weak, Emily landed beside him, ready to strike him with her sword but Eddie countered her with the ancient gladius. Eddie fired her with lightning and fire which hit her so bad that she wailed.

"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!”

I need my sword. Reaching behind my back, I feel the cool, smooth texture of my marking shift beneath my fingers. There’s a brief moment where the ink pulses, almost as if it’s alive, before it solidifies into the hilt of my sword. I draw it out, feeling the familiar weight settle into my hand. The blade hums with energy, a glowing blue that pulses in time with my heartbeat. This sword is mine, a part of me, born of my blood and soul. Athena’s gift, forged from my very essence.

Swords clashed like thunder in the shattered city of glass. I spun, ducked, rolled—barely dodging a swipe from a version of myself cloaked in midnight and shadow. Her hair was silver fire, her eyes cold as frost. Around me, dozens of Elaras fought like gods. One summoned storms with a flick of her fingers. Another controlled vines laced with silver thorns. One walked through the battlefield barefoot and left a trail of burning stars. And every single one of them wanted me gone.

She didn’t have to wait long. The first rebel came into view, moving quickly with a blaster drawn. Eva’s body reacted before her mind could catch up. She leapt forward, ducking under his aim and driving her blade into his side with surgical precision. He let out a strangled gasp before collapsing to the ground, his blaster slipping from his hand.

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?