Excalibur Sword Soul Eater Novels & Stories

It questioned back. "I'm the one asking the questions around here." I stated. The soul laughed at me. "And what made me obliged to answer you? You are nothing." He replied. I knew that this was an indirect challenge to my status. I immediately pulled out the mirror in my bag pack and said the words: "Hell summonte hell arosente death take never returnt." A huge red demon with the body of a muscular and furry beast and the head and neck of a python emerged from the ground.

Alexei's fingers closed around my wrist, not to stop me but to turn my attention to the blade he had finally pulled free, wrapped now in cloth soaked through with black fluid that should not have come from any wound this fresh. "Soul Eater," he said. "I have only heard of it in old warnings, never seen it used. It does not poison the blood. It poisons the space between heartbeats. Silver flame heals flesh. This is not flesh anymore." "Then what stops it?" "I do not know if anything does."

I feel the nectar upgrading my energy, reflex, stability, persistence, and every component in me at the same time. If consuming more souls will make me stronger and powerful enough to defeat all the reapers, including their leader, Ryan, then so be it. I am ready to feed it more soul. Taking another glance at my team, I could see them fighting valiantly. However, they were so focused on a spot that they missed a reaper that was diving for them. I unsheath my sword and throw it. The sharp mouth lodged itself inside the reaper's chest, then I swung my chain at him. The icy chain wrapped around his neck, and it consumed his soul instantly.

Once he took action, it was either them or him! "Insolence! Who dares screw around on the turf of us Blackmoon Traders!" A voice snarled viciously, and they could all feel the powerful aura charging straight at Caleb, only for him to swing his sword in retaliation. World Burial Sword—Earthsplitter! Boom! Suddenly airblades were launched forward and tearing deep gashes into the sturdy obsidian floor. And the person who had just spoken was cut in half despite their powerful aura, their blood and guts splattering all over the floor gruesomely!

“Don’t believe it? Then experience the full power of the Soul Devouring Sword.” Adrian’s casual manner only heightened Edgar’s disbelief. The multitude of Soul Devouring Swords filled the air with a haunting presence. Desperately, Edgar swung his own sword, trying to fend off the countless Soul Devouring Swords that descended upon him from all directions.

Wilbur sent the man holding the sword stumbling backward with a punch as a long, silver sword appeared in his hand, which he then swung toward the Soul-Clutch Hand. The silvery sword was a weapon that Wilbur had conjured out of pure spirit energy. The Soul-Clutch Hand was also an attack that targeted the soul. It could be said that this was a battle between spirit energy and the soul. Wilbur was going to go against a mid-tier spell that targeted the soul, using nothing but his powerful spirit energy. Just then, a thin sword appeared out of nowhere behind Wilbur to stab him in the hip. At the same time, Baz flew to his feet and charged toward Wilbur.

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.

The Demon chuckled. Kent quoted the Demon that the Blight Eater is the sister blade of the Trailblazer both are the original weapons of the Eternal knight but the Blight eater is well known throughout the realms as a God killer. The only weapon that can rip apart dimensions and even the ancient god’s fears that weapon as it holds billions upon trillions of souls from sinner to ancient gods it had kept them chained to its will sapping their power, freedom, and self-awareness from each individual and turning their power and giving it to the Eternal knight.

From the background Summer could hear Asher, but what he was saying she wasn't sure. "No time, tell your men I'm heading to my fathers study, I plan to kill that bastard." Not waiting for a response Summer quickly hung up and looked around for a weapon. Spotting a knife that her father kept hung on the wall as direction she moved forward. Wrapping her hand around the hilt she yanked until it snapped from its place leaving behind only nails and attachments. Weapon in hand Summer began to ascend the stairs that led to her father's study, taking in large gulps of air she prepared herself for what she had to do next.

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.