Excalibur Sonic Sword Novels & Stories

The blade gleamed with a brilliant silver light, its edge shimmering with a promise of sharpness. The blood sword! I exclaimed internally, astonished by the fact that I had successfully conjured the legendary weapon known to be wielded by a valiant warrior from Cairos—a neighboring nation to Springgan. Apollo had shared stories about it, expressing his dream to create such a weapon one day. Empowered by the gauntlet, I held the blood sword with ease. The blade's edge gleamed, a testament to its lethal potential. Just as the icy shield surrounding me shattered, the dominus seized the opportunity to consume me. Its jaws opened wide as it lunged towards me. Reacting swiftly, I positioned the sw

On the pavilion floor lay a sword carved with a dragon, and standing on it was the man who had shouted. He stooped slightly, breath ragged; his eyes were bloodshot, bulging as if they might pop from their sockets. Through gritted teeth he thought, 'Xiu Jian is a damned wretch! I can’t even burn his sword!' Indeed, the trembling, furious man was Huang Fu, and the blade beneath his boot was the Sacred Dragon Sword. He had tried to set the sword aflame—yet not only did the flames refuse to take, the fuel he poured seemed to be absorbed and vanished, drying as if swallowed by the metal itself.

REHAB : Stop being so reckless all the time ARTHUR : Sorry bout that, I didn’t anticipate that attack REHAB : Don’t apologize to me, end that creature already ARTHUR : Oh yeah Arthur turns his attention back to the towering shadow monster and gritted his teeth when he noticed that it had reached shore and was heading straight for him ARTHUR : Tch, that’s it. Come to me and I’ll finish this quickly ( He mutters as he clasped the hilt of his blade and raised it up )….. Holy artillery : Excalibur!!!! ( He yells out as he brought the sword down with a golden line of light energy cutting through the shadow monster, destroying it instantaneously and splitting the English half of the channel behind

At the moment of Vierone's death, a slight step caught the robber's attention, he turned his gaze there, noticed Dixon holding his bow there, snatched the corpse's sword from beside him, and threw himself madly in a hopeless run, but collapsed dead at in the middle of the room, an arrow pierced his forehead and he died instantly. He went into the middle of the corpses and looked at the old man, then took his letter and the few gold ducats he had in a belt bag, took Vierone's sword, looked at it carefully, wiped it with blood. piece of cloth and put it on his belt, showing it to his father, the Marquis of Derby when he returned this sword, which had always served him, sat on the vine and took

It was the legendary Alpha Blade, known in Haven as The Ripper. "Hello." He said as he waved at the horrified crowd, then his deadly gaze fell on our Alpha. "Hi Dex, I hope you're having a good party." From the look on Dexter's face, I knew something really bad was going to happen. Dexter stood motionless as he stared viciously at The Ripper. "What are you doing here?" He finally found his voice to ask. The Ripper smiled. "I know I was meant to remain locked up in my room like we had planned earlier but then I was also supposed to be given my elixir, wasn't I?"

Samson said his phone in his ear as he picked up the double edged sword with his one hand from his desk. Seeing the sword, Alicia gasped. She had never seen a sword look so ghostly.. like an arabic jian which has a ghostly green light dazzling out of the sheathed blade. This particular one was way out of the picture. Samson glared at her hard for gasping out so suddenly. "It's pretty heavy, but i think with the 'Feather of truth' enchantment, I can reduce it's weight drastically." Samson said.

To break through that defence… I need a powerful attack. Yeah… like what she did to me. Sacrificing my swords, I installed a flying Excalibur, the size like what the girl— Kuroyuki Shiroha tried to kill me with. With a sway of my hand, the Excalibur slashes horizontally, cutting all the holograms to half in one go. The rest of the 45 holograms were staying in the same formation, I killed them using the same tactic over and over again, hiding behind my shield.

My fingers loosened against NightSword and it clattered away from me. Eryndor’s eyes were dilated, his canines dripping saliva as he dove for the sword, picking it up with a feral grin. He raised it above my head as I watched in horror. NO!, NightSword screamed in my head, in protest at being wielded by one not bonded to him. My ears popped and my vision was lost again as a powerful sonic blast emerged from the ancient weapon, a beam of energy spiraling outwards and slamming into Eryndor.

’ everybody assumed impatiently. Tension of the crowd was aroused in alarm, their hearts raced with unwelcoming anticipation. Finally, a figure emerged from the huge waves as a victor, the sword of Eryndor– Eryndor, exhausted but triumphant, his Conch shell still clutched in his hand.

The surrounding space then seemed to turn still and block the wind out. Feeling a little unhappy that his attack was dispelled that easily, he reached into his spatial ring and took out a golden sword. A sonic boom was directed right at Severin. The slash from the golden sword landed on Severin's body, but a metallic clink was heard and all that resulted from the impact were sparks. When the sword bounced away and demonstrated the sheer futility of even the strongest attack in the disciple's arsenal, a wave of disappointed washed over him. He handed over his token in despair and said to Severin, "You win!"