Excalibur Sword Soul Eater Novels & Stories

Of course, a line of swords equipped with the element of fire will have more impact on the enemy. “Insolent brats!” Instantly, the Blood Moon Killer man took out a spirit tool in the form of a large black machete. Once the cleaver was flung into the air, the array of swords that Zhou Fu and the firemen had sent out suddenly disappeared into nothing. Not taking a break, the man quickened his movements to prevent Zhou Fu from making any anticipation. Sure enough, Zhou Fu almost unnoticed, the slash of the enemy's machete had eliminated two of Wang Ji's firemen.

I read this one in under a second. Not rage. Not cold. Something that had gone far past both of those into the particular territory of a man whose entire cognitive architecture — every precision, every calculation, every political intelligence, every mastered discipline of a lifetime — had just encountered something that none of it was capable of processing. He drew his sword. The White Heaven Heavenly Blade — Moon Severance, the sect's supreme weapon, the blade that had ended more martial careers than any other instrument of the murim world's last century. It came free of its sheath with a sound like a breath.

His talent, like himself, was Sword Enthusiast. He also knew Freya, another lucky player, the first European Emperor in Wild Valley World. Caleb, the top Body Cultivator in Wild Valley World, nicknamed Martial Saint. Seraphina, the top demonic cultivator, recognized by the Lord of the Asura Hall and taken as his disciple, possessed overwhelming demonic techniques and mysterious spiritual skills. Kairos, the top Blade Cultivator. Sebastian knew most of the people here; they were all famous figures in the future.

He mustn't let his mind fall into disorder! "Soul-as-blade!" With a loud shout, an a-hundred-feet-long black demonic sword suddenly appeared in the sky. Dark clouds gathered and lightning thundered. It was none other than the third transformation of the Mystic Diabolic Enchantment, the Soul-as-blade. It was a fatal attack that used true souls as a sacrifice.

For the handle, he took a piece of frozen wood and infused it with his flame before modeling it with his Ax into a crude pair or grips, he didn't have any form of glue but was pleasantly surprised that his fire made the whole thing hold in one piece. The final product ended being an ugly pitch-black shortsword with light-blue energy similar to souls in agony coming from its blade. When he took it to examine it further, he got a notification: [Item created!]: [Death infused sword.] Attack +3 Dexterity +2 Agility +1 Passive effect: [Soul reaper]: The Death infused sword automatically collects the souls killed by its blade to strengthening itself. Its master will absorb part of the spiritual fo

"I will never let you take over. If you want my body, kill me first." In the heart of a dark dimension, Sylas' spectral form seethed with frustration. He hadn't expected Homer's soul to be this resilient. Even imprisoned, Homer refused to yield. And with Sylas short on time, he could only manipulate Homer's left hand, which Landon had already stopped. Realizing this, Sylas roared. Dark energy surged, forming countless tendrils that merged into a sharp blade aimed at Homer. "Homer, this is the Soul Crusher Edge. I'll give you one last chance. Surrender total control, or I'll pierce your soul and obliterate you!"

His mother was a mistress that mysteriously died from an unfortunate accident; his stepmother despised him and never wanted to see his face; her stepsister thought him just like a parasite and never wanted to play with him, and his father only to talk to him when he was needed. On one faithful day, Edgar Brownfur presented Engram with a powerful rune sword called the soul eater that enabled its master to devour souls of the dead creatures inside the weapon and then summon the soul as the sword minions. The more souls it devoured the stronger the sword would become. “From now on, you won't feel lonely anymore, because the souls of the dead will keep you a company.” His father said. Engram fel

He needed to end this, and quickly, lest Mika take advantage and win. Boro closed his eyes and opened his mind, he was the void. He felt the air stir as Mika moved in to capitalize on this moment, thinking Boro had given up. He was dead wrong, Boro felt the blade move through the rising daylight, and moved his body almost as if on its own, without thought, acting on pure instinct. His blade, the same type of single edged sword his father had used, the one that he had named Honor, moved as if to block Mika's but instead he ducked, and moved around it, weaving under the path of the blade, and at the last second he turned his own so that the flat of it struck Mika on his wrist, breaking it clea

Excalibur waited, it started by day, days became weeks, weeks became months, months became years, years became decades, and decades became centuries. As the hero lost himself, so is his sword. Excalibur waited so long that he forgotten who he really was that he even forgot that he has a soul. Time defeated Excalibur. The mighty sword that was onced wielded by the hero, the sword that possesses a soul is now nothing but an empty sword. Just like the Hero who defeated the Demon Lord Diamonas, he also lost his will to live.

Swish! Koehler brandished Excalibur. The sword radiated a golden light like a miniature sun. Holding Excalibur in his hand, Koehler was now a completely different man. Now, he seemed to be a god who had descended into the human realm, viewing its subjects as puny, insignificant creatures.