Excalibur Holy Sword Novels & Stories

Sekora asked. “You will be able to recognize them by the symbols on the hilt, first there is the Tsunami sword recognizable by the wave, next is the Earth breaker sword represented by broken earth, next is the Shadow sword represented by a ghost, next is the Sun saber represented by a sun, next is the Phoenix Wing sword recognized by wings, next is the Speed sword represented by a rabbit and finally there is the Power sword represented by a bull.” D2 replied going back to the lighter tone of voice.

Maybe I did underestimate him. "Yes. Yes I do." I replied even if I had no idea what I was holding. I'd already suppressed The Harbinger of Doom, totally. "You're meant to melt to ash. You're holding God's sword. You're holding the power of the entire universe in one hand. I'm sorry I underestimated you, the world is yours. I'll go and never return." Lucifer spoke with reverence in his voice and godly fear. It was then I looked at what I held, a black sword, dripping blood, a symbol of a burning bush as its insignia, the Lion and the Lamb on the other side. The sword itself glowed, and I realized that, I held everything, on one hand.

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.

If he had that blade, he wouldn’t have died in the battle against the Winged Serpent. Village Head Fan cast his gaze to the sword that stood gallantly in the middle. Although the current situation meant that he didn’t have time to waste, he couldn’t help but be drawn in by the blade in the middle. Unlike Durandal, the sword in the middle was completely blue, but possessed a white hilt. It gave off a holy aura, and seemed so sacred that one was even afraid of touching it, for the fear that one would stain its beautiful purity. It didn’t tear into Village Head Fan with its gaze, but it repelled him calmly when he subconsciously reached out to touch it. It repulsive force woke Village Head Fan

said the male voice in admiration. The female voice was temperamental, but was also laughing loudly at this moment. "Rest assured, kid. The power of the 'Holy Double Manifestation of Saber and Sword' never met its match since the beginning of time, and only one or two out of billions of people possess such a lineage and constitution. Otherwise, it wouldn't have been known as the 'Holy Manifestation!'"

Then, Weston burst into tears once again and was crying much worse than ever before. Lucas was delighted within himself. 'Isn't that just the Holy Metallic Huge Sword?' "Stop crying. I'll compensate one for you," Lucas slowly said. Naturally, Weston did not believe that Lucas would compensate him with another Holy Metallic Huge Sword and was still crying. 'Holy Metallic Huge Sword?' 'It is just a huge sword made from the Holy Metal.' Lucas activated the Points Mall in his mind and search through the weaponry column. In no time, he found a huge sword that suited Weston.

It lay there quietly, looking like an ordinary sword. Ezekiel's eyes shone as he stared at Purity. He almost reached for it a few times but managed to suppress the urge to do so. "Mr. Ballard, wh-what sword is this?" Alaric asked, feigning curiosity despite already knowing the answer. Sebastian smiled slightly and said, "This sword is called Purity. It's one of the ten great swords from the wartime era. However, this sword was given to me by a friend, so I'm afraid I can't pass it around for you all to examine."

A few seconds later, he hurled his gun back to his subordinates before picking up Excalibur’s sword. The sword looked just like any ordinary sword out there. However, it was extremely heavy and was most probably forged from an unusual material. Cherokee grabbed the sword by its hilt and dragged it toward Shaun, one step at a time. “I shall grant you your wish, Master Shaun. “Which reminds me, I do not usually look up to people but you, Master Shaun, are one of the very few people I respect. Do not blame me, for I am only carrying out my orders.”

She looked like she was born for this, born with a sword in her hand. “Aurora is marvelous. She is born for this.” Shalom took a gulp of his water. “And you are getting acquainted with it.” Art grunted in response. To be honest, he still felt strange holding the gilded hilt of the sword. His sword shone in the moon light, pure power. Its hilt was carved with ancient words. It was beauty and strength molded to be one. It was as powerful a weapon, as it was an art. And Shalom said it was Isaiah’s, the one he had used in that battle where he had died. He had said that Théoden’s blood in them gave it more power, more glory.

Oh this bastard, he made me almost lost my heartbeats. Actually, I don't mind being in this moment, it's just that the problem is the fact that I haven't showered in days and I'm sure I must look terrible right now. For a moment we let this silence continue, creating various questions in my mind why Arthur was acting this melancholy. “You alright?” I ventured to ask him. He didn’t answer. His eyes stare at mine, His two eyes flashed a shady and piercing gaze which made me not move from my position who was also looking at him.