Excalibur Sword Sao Novels & Stories

They put their hands to the book and pulled a saber out of it. “Are you Asta or Magic Knight or something?!” Rian exclaimed irritatedly. “Excalibur!” One of them swang it emitting a yellow wave to Rian. Rian dodged it and exclaimed, ”It’s saber! Not Saber’s Excalibur! It’s Arthuria Pendragon, not Saber!!!” Rian speeded up his pace while jumping evading the yellow waves they sent. He then remembered what just the guy said before. "Kill that guy!" No, not that one.

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”

“I’m sorry, Alpha, but you made the rules. A slave must be punished by the soldier she wronged, however he sees fit.” Fine. If he could not be reasoned with. “You can have her,” I said, and watched his chest fill with an immediate, fat satisfaction. He reached for her as if the moment were a proof of his worth. Her lips thinned, and I watched her bite the inside of her mouth, ready to beg. “I didn’t mean—” Do not beg, I thought, and the reflex made my mouth curve. Lust cursed me. Damn the goddess. That was when I moved. I let Gareth see the motion of my hand as I took Eris’s sword from its scabbard, a show of intent, a punctuation. I do not send metal unless I have decided a throat should op

Why is she less happy now that she's closer than ever to her goal? Leanna knelt before Ruby presenting her with a long black box bearing the sword. She was covered in wounds and scratches, her clothes were in tatters, and her rifle had been destroyed. She came early in the morning, alarming Aleister and attacked her to protect his mistress. Ruby luckily came out before he could engage in combat with the marksman who was already in a pitiable condition and gave her a revitalizing potion. "My queen. I deliver you the symbol of your reign and your heritage. Excalibur is yours. Victory is now in your hands." Leanna declared as she presented the sword to the witch.

Still, even as the thought wanders inside my mind, I notice a wooden door on the far end of the room opening. Ryan is already shouting a warning, his voice rising above the roar of the crowd, but it's no use. Before they can turn around, a broad-shouldered hybrid exits in fury, a long blade in his hand. The Elite man spins around, and time slows down. I watch in horror as the hybrid grabs him effortlessly by the shoulder and plunges the weapon deep into his chest.

3RD PERSON Everyone is holding their breath while waiting for the duel between Black Dragon and Hercules to start. They seems to be trying to gauge each other’s skill on the sword. Hercules is using a longsword and JD is using a katana. Who will dominate the duel? Everyone is waiting to witness it. Finally, Hercules raised his sword and attacks JD in full force. JD just lightly flicks his katana towards his longsword and deflects the attack. “Is that your best?” JD asks Hercules who is already starting to get annoyed.

I wanted to thank her, to say anything. The blade was still lodged in her abdomen. She pressed a hand against it, but blood slipped between her fingers. She didn’t cry out. She didn’t even look at it, her eyes were fixed on me. The chamber doors burst open again. Marcel. Smoke clung to him, blood on his hands that wasn’t his. His eyes swept the room in one brutal second… Dead rogues. Elara’s body on the floor. His mother… Stabbed. Dominic rushed to Luna Isobel’s side as Aria did too. Their eyes meeting and the relief that washed over him knowing that his Luna was alive.

The memories of the borderlands, the hunts, the bloodshed—they all blurred into the background. Only the blade remained. Steel. Control. Focus. He spun the sword once and brought it down in a clean strike that would have split a skull from crown to jaw. The sound echoed softly across the courtyard. Then— “You train early.” The voice came from behind him. Deep. Smooth. Ancient. Adrian froze instantly. His instincts reacted before his thoughts did. He turned and dropped to one knee. “My king.” King Vaelreth stood near the entrance of the courtyard, his dark cloak stirring slightly in the cold morning wind.

He was fine for just a while ago, then what went wrong? my heart racing as Sage pleaded with me to leave. "Lyra, please; I don't want to hurt you. You have to go, now." But I couldn't move; I couldn't tear my eyes away from his desperate gaze. "Sage, what's happening to you?" I asked, my voice barely above a whisper. He growled, his eyes flashing with a feral light. "Just go, Lyra! Please!" But I stayed, my feet rooted to the spot, as Sage's body began to contort and shift. His eyes protruded, his nails lengthening into razor-sharp claws. I screamed as he pounced, pinning me to the ground with a snarl.

°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°° PREVIOUSLY With that said, I ran into the battlefield without waiting for him to say anything. I went straight to prince Tyler who was about to kill my soldier and I blocked his sword with my pawns, I noticed the sword he is carrying 'seven star azure mystic dragon blade' the sword belonged to my ancestors but was stolen during my Father's reign, so it was in the hands of the vampires all this while, I must take it back me today.