Evil Swords Novels & Stories

" Collins angrily speaks. He shoots flame from his hands. An Elve stretches his arms as he blocks the flame with ice. "You and Hilligard have done too much evil disgracing the name of Elves. We shall be your opponent" A slim Elve speaks. He has yellow straight hair and blue eyes. He has tribal tattoos all over his body. The tattoos glow and turn in several flying blades. "Chen, you are going to die for standing in my way." Collins lifts his hand however the flying blades began to fly like little flies around him. Collins had no choice but to stand defending himself. Ten Elve slam their hands on the floor. Earth magic erupts from the ground. It creeps around Colin's leg. Collins

Whoosh! The huge soul sword that was fighting against the three Divine Void Warriors completely swallowed the red light. The grayish-black sharp sword acted as if it came from an abyss as it broke through the attack and defense of the first three Divine Void Warriors. The sword pierced through the bodies of the three Divine Void Warriors within the blink of an eye. As the three huge soul swords pierced through their bodies, the first three Divine Void Warriors instantly turned into red specks of light and floated in midair.

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.

Her son was hit with all his innocent power by the deranged man who was mistreating his mother. Gael, tired of so much theater, of being there exposed in front of people, of things getting more and more difficult for him, with an air of defeat and with the enormous rage of knowing that it was his wife who betrayed him by murdering Elizabeth Cord, turned to Liam, grabbed him by the shirt, looked him in the face and then, threw him through the air towards one of the guards who had gone with him. "No, Liam!" Sofia lunged at Gael, but he seemed to have doubled in size. He didn't need any of his henchmen to help him control her, he was already succeeding on his own.

In their hands were the tools of their trade - various multitools and ice-encrusted shovels and well-worn crowbars. The Hallowed raised them in the air as they charged towards Eva with fervor, faces unchanged. Eva drew her Ra’ventrii blade, lunged at the closest Hallowed, and cut him down before he even realized it. Then she spun into a dance and took down the advancing Hallowed one by one with every step that she took. Her razor-sharp blade cut through skin and muscle and bone and cybernetics with equal ease. The Hallowed’s simple movements were no match for Eva’s precise dance. They never even got the chance to swing back before they fell, one after another.

The impact sent him crashing to the ground of the cage. The crowd cheered crazily, screams erupted all around me. "BLADE!" "BLADE!" "BLADE!" I pulled out my custom-made blade gleamed with a savage hunger under the bright arena lights. The polished steel bore the name "Capone," etched into the metal like a proclamation of death. Its edge was as sharp as a serpent's fang. It looked eager to cut, having tasted the blood of many before. The handle, wrapped in black leather, felt like a coiled snake in my grip, ready to strike with deadly accuracy. This blade wasn't just a weapon; it was a merciless instrument of brutality, a symbol of my unrelenting power in this world.

Driven by the fervor of his burning essence and blood, the Chaos Flag's fiery radiance flickered for a fleeting moment before waning. Seizing the opportune moment, Severin maneuvered the Oculus Blade's sword beam and sliced it through the flag's defenses, nearly severing the Ancestora's arm in a single stroke.

Behind him floated five swords, Excalibur Family, Durendal, Gaia, Tyrfing and Harpe. "You only know that the 10 swords are incomparably sharp, but you don't know that the 10 swords have the bloodline of the Inuit. Only the Inuit can activate these 10 swords." Isaac laughed out loud. A black aura surged out from his entire body and covered Devin and his wife in an instant. The 2 of them then flew backwards. Seeing this scene, Herbert, Aldrich, the old guys from the Washington and Evans families attacked at the same time.

With a sudden surge of power, Sable lunged forward, swinging the sword with all her might. The blade sliced through the air, cutting through the evil with a resounding clash. The clash reverberated throughout the cathedral, sending shards of malevolence scattering across the floor. The evil entity recoiled, shocked by Sable's defiance. Its form faltered, momentarily disrupted by the light emanating from the sword. Weakened and vulnerable, it pressed back against the encroaching evil, desperately attempting to regain its strength.

He needed to end this, and quickly, lest Mika take advantage and win. Boro closed his eyes and opened his mind, he was the void. He felt the air stir as Mika moved in to capitalize on this moment, thinking Boro had given up. He was dead wrong, Boro felt the blade move through the rising daylight, and moved his body almost as if on its own, without thought, acting on pure instinct. His blade, the same type of single edged sword his father had used, the one that he had named Honor, moved as if to block Mika's but instead he ducked, and moved around it, weaving under the path of the blade, and at the last second he turned his own so that the flat of it struck Mika on his wrist, breaking it clea