Excalibur Sonic Sword Novels & Stories

*** * opens eyes* Celea was heavy breathing and had a sharp pain in her neck " Damn you lycan" she than looked up with a sharp face " no one is going to die, not on my watch" Celea went out of the room " Luna!" " you cant be outside is dangerous!" Celea than pushed him away with her powers and he flew 4 meter away. Celea went to a giant painting not to far away from here and took it down. Hidden on the back of the painting were two swords she had hidden sometime ago along with other swords everywhere in the palace for situation like this

“Hmm? Well, if you’re interested, the first sword goes by Xyan, the Sword of Divinity. As for the second and third ones, they’re Xyan, the Sword of Benevolence, and Xenith, the Sword of Sovereignty… Empyrean was the fourth sword, I believe, and it’s the Sword of Might. The Sword of Nobility, on the other hand, is Titan, which is also the fifth sword.” “As for swords six and seven, both of them are the Swords of Love, Gwaine and Morgen. The eighth sword is the one you’re currently wielding, Fishgut, the Sword of Courage. If I remember correctly, the ninth one is called Jochem, the Sword of Solitary, and as for the final sword, it goes by the name of Charmella, the Sword of Elegance!” “Each of

Activating its powers again, the halberd set loose a sudden surge of purplish-gold brilliance and the destructive beam shot at the Human King of the Chamber. Bong! Bong! The Human King took out a little drum and pounded hard on its face. The little drum shone like a diamond as it rumbled, and the air quivered. Boom! That shattered the purplish-gold beam fired by Chu Xun's halberd and the sonic waves came crashing like tidal waves. Sonic wave attacks?! It was the sort of attack that Chu Xun would always find cumbersome for it deals damage directly to one's soul. The sonic waves came like an unstoppable tide, falling down trees and tearing them into chips and flakes with terrifying efficacy.

Ezekiel breathed out as he pulled the second fragment of the Sword of the Doombringer from the current owner. He pulled his sword and smiled at the level of destruction he had caused in this world. The Scythe of Death vibrated in his grip, but the power continued to flow smoothly as if Ezekiel's level of darkness was slowly catching up with the darkness that powered the Scythe.

Exactly as seen earlier in the castle. The sword. “What does that one do?” I asked, pointing to it. “It drinks blood. For anyone it kills, their blood is stored in the blade. You would try to always have a clothing between you and the hilt” That did not sound more beneficial than fairy dust. “So how useful would it be to protect me?” With only a smile, “very” Time to close the deal. “I have one silver coin” playing with the coins against my fingers. “Make it three and we have a deal”

With a winning laugh, he attacked me, but in his sneaky attempt, something happened when I threw the sword upward in his direction. I threw the blade back to him to divert his attention, and he accepted it as bait. He stared at it and tried to grab it, but it was too high to reach. He utilized his bat wings to soar toward it, but the blade vanished, taking him by surprise. He looked at me, but I shrugged my shoulders and pointed to where it was. When he turned his head, he met death. Sonia has red hair and flaming eyes, and she sliced Marvin's body in mid-air with her family sword.

As if time was a stone, the sword swung free in the hand of the true king, clashing with the black blade in Embyr's hand, shattering it into pieces. Glowing in Arthur's hand is a sword that seems like an extension of himself, glowing brightly. It is covered in runes that illuminate us with an eerie blue glow. The horsemen all take a step back. I don't need to be able to read the runes to know exactly what it is called. Excalibur.

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.

His figure blurred as he appeared before Sam. A weathered longsword materialized in his hand, its surface etched with intricate arcane symbols. As energy poured into the blade, the runes blazed with golden light, radiating terrifying pressure. "This is the Suncrest Sect's sword technique—Sunpiercer Arc!" With a sharp shout, Marcellus swung his sword. A streak of golden energy tore across the sky, whistling as it sliced straight toward Sam. He poured every ounce of his power into the strike. The blade of light tore through the stone, carving a jagged trench in its wake. The air shimmered and roared, heat radiating in scorching waves.

“Sharper than your wits, Duncan! This is Prince Makil, son of Alistair. He comes under the King’s seal, on business for my father. Clear this rubble, or I’ll tell your wife where you really go on your ‘long hunts.’” Another laugh, warmer this time. Duncan whistled, a sharp, bird-like sound. A dozen more men materialized from the rocks—big, armed, clad in furs and leather. They began moving the stones with surprising speed, not with aggression, but with a workmanlike efficiency.