Excalibur Sword Sonic Novels & Stories

The sword seemed to resonate with his touch, as if aware of the consequences that lay ahead. With a determined resolve, Rico raised the sword, its blade shimmering in eerie, otherworldly light. He whispered incantations long buried in the annals of time, and the room seemed to vibrate with an ominous energy. The world outside began to ripple, and then, with an almost deafening crescendo, it froze.

Naomi mumbled. The two engaged in an hot hand to hand combat, with Sorex having the upper hand. Sorex was about to land a punch at Vicoliz's face, but it got intercepted by a rising earth which broke into pieces upon impact with Sorex's punch. Vicoliz formed a lightning sword in his hand and swiped at Sorex. Sorex blocked it with his Trident and now the clash of weapons occurred as destructive sonic waves emanated from each clash, that Amaka had to form a shield to cover them.

Not long after Zenon finished speaking on the Fellowes Square, a figure emerged from the Fellowes family complex and rose to the sky. At this time, David's clone was still bent and hunchbacked. He was wearing a silver mask while holding a long sword with a blue halo in his hand. That sword did not look ordinary at first glance. It was the Ice Soul Excalibur that David took from the Iridescent Sect. David's clone stood above the Fellowes family, exuding the energy of Sacred Saint and resisting Zenon's killing intent. The existence of the clone also shocked all of the Fellowes family members in the square.

“This is a fine sword! It sure has remarkable craftsmanship!” Bruce exclaimed. Although the sword bore no special likeness, Bruce Starr could tell it was of divine make. As he inspected the blade, Bruce sent some of his energy into the weapon, hoping to test its power. In an instant, the blade roared, and almost immediately started to violently shake in his hand.

Instead, they would hide like venomous snakes in the shadows, waiting for a moment when he let down his guard to strike. Ray had no intention of living with that kind of threat hanging over his head. At this point, he no longer cared about exposing his abilities. He paused briefly, opened a spatial portal beneath his feet, and fired three more sonic stones. Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh. They streaked toward Lucas and the others in pursuit. A "sonic stone" earned its name because it truly traveled at the speed of sound—about 340 meters per second. And how far away were Lucas and the others? Less than a hundred meters.

’ 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.

They literally skyrocketed at Michael, who was taken aback for a moment. The Devils began with excellent teamwork, their movements swift and deadly. Lutan threw both Madeus and Balphegar, who in turn made strong, dark coil-like substances to hold onto Lutan. They then threw him like a rock from an overstretched slingshot, propelling him towards the speeding Michael. Lutan broke the sound barrier as he went at unbelievable speeds, his dark red and gold Saber forming into a spear as he closed in on Michael. But Michael was quick to react, blasting Lutan away with a sonic boom right from his mouth as he said the word, "Too Slow."

That was the sword he had used. "Mr. Ballard, the sword he's holding is the legendary Sable Dragon. I hope you can give me that sword." Gary couldn't suppress his excitement as he strode out of the woods and pleaded with Sebastian.

We were joined soon by Anthonier and Hilra who also appeared surprised at the sight. But while Xialara tried to check for a pulse in her neck and base of her thumb. Something else caught my eye. The ruby colored gem at the hilt of the sword was now a clear diamond. No sign of red. I picked it up by its blade and examined it under the moonlight to check for any cracks or possible leakages. There were none. The red color had just vanished. My blood was gone.

His fingers danced across the abacus, sending out eerie, clashing sounds. A sonic assault! There were legends of weapons that used sound to kill, like the Lion's Roar, the Magical's Strain, the Iron Magic's Cry, and the Soul-Capturing Flute. All were powered by the wielder's vital energy, and the abacus was no different.