Fanfiction Sword Art Online Novels & Stories

She is not pack like Finn or Dax, she is not true. My knees buckle. A growl tears out of my chest before I can stop it, low and feral vibrating with threat, gasp ripple through the hall. Someone swears. Someone else says my name sharply, Ronan, maybe but the sound is stretched and it's wavy in my ears. There's a moment where my body stops answering me. Hands curling, claws growing, fangs aching, pressure building behind his eyes. Then , the world is black, as Fenrir wins the fight and gets behind the wheels.

Only, they had woken up in the exact position they were in… with the monster still before them. A/N: Hi guys, I am back. And we have three more chapters for the week to go, yay! I just wanted to shine some light on my F* group, Rara's Ebooks for those on F******k who are interested. I'll be really glad if you join as that'll be a means to interact with one another and share your thoughts with me on WAST. On another note, I opened a space for character art in the reviews below, but they're also available in the fanart chapter as well.

Chapter 23. Author’s. The mystical sword yields the archaic power of Seraphina, Elena's mother. It was clasped into its shield and the only person that could open that was only Elena, the descendant and the bloodline. This is the truth that was concealed from Liam by his father and his Beta. Their plan was to make him believe they have Elena but deep down that wasn't true. Liam dwells in his mystery, he found it weird how much the power that leaked through the sword called on to him as if it could control his mind and body and yet he had no answer to it except the disturbing information his After had dropped setting his mind into chaos.

The ionized steam rising from my skin suddenly felt like freezing needles. My knees hit the wet gravel of the conduit with a bone-jarring thud. The world didn't go dark; it went static, a jagged mess of silver-violet pixels that refused to resolve into a floor or a ceiling. "Elena." Damian’s voice was the only thing that didn’t sound like it was underwater. I tried to raise the Phantom Blade, but my fingers were lead. The titanium needle slipped from my grip, clattering against a rusted pipe. I reached for it, my vision swimming, but a hand clamped around my upper arm—not with a lover’s touch, but with the brutal efficiency of a warden securing a rogue asset.

Shon grabs a sword nearby and points it up. "What? Seriously?" I can just give the damn title! What's wrong with these people? _______ KircheLeaf Arc 1: Enchantrix Race! _______ ~END of CHAPTER TEN~

Her character contrasted heavily with my own dark brown hair and even darker eyes. Still caged in my mind, I read the words that I had just written back to myself in my head: 'The girl’s sandy hair flew across her face. She wielded her precious sword encrusted with diamonds and rhinestones in the shape of ancient symbols. Fiercely, she looked back at her opponent. Blood dripped from his mouth and some teeth were lying on the floor, evidently his. His hands were held up, clearly in a surrendering motion, as he begged for his life. The sweat on his face plastered his hair to his forehead. Moira’s eyes shone with malice and callousness. She lifted the sword, ready to strike this helpless man. H

If you open it, you’ll lose yourself completely. Soren’s blade glowed white-hot, the runes along its edge blazing with divine fire. He looked at Elara — the woman who still believed in him despite everything — and at Kaius — the friend turned enemy who once shared his soul. “Then maybe that’s what it takes,” he whispered. He lifted the blade high. The world seemed to slow. The Boundless One’s hand reached higher, clawing for the mortal plane. And with a cry that split the heavens, Soren drove the sword into the earth.

As the light flowed from my hand to the sword, the metal shimmered, illuminating the darkening campsite with a faint, ethereal glow. The moment the magic touched the steel, the sword thrummed in response, resonating with newfound power. I could feel the connection—my intent merging with the weapon, enhancing its edge, readying it for whatever lay ahead. I lifted the sword, the light casting flickering shadows around me. The creature hissed and tried to retreat but I wouldn't let it. Seraphina, Aric and Kaelan stopped the creature from fleeing as they landed blows after blows. The creature no longer tried to block the blows, only escape was important to it.

It all fueled her determination to bring an end to Zephyr's reign of darkness. Summoning every ounce of strength within her, Sable unleashed a flurry of blows upon Zephyr, her sword cutting through his defenses with unyielding precision. He staggered backward, his dark armor cracking under the relentless assault. She pressed forward, sensing his weakening resolve. With one final strike, Sable's sword pierced through Zephyr's chest, a burst of light erupting from the wound.

Suddenly, he jumped into the air and yelled, "Boundless heaven and earth, universal Storm of Swords!" The weather immediately changed. The light from the Unsullied Sword grew multiple times brighter and produced countless sword illusions that danced around Xiao Chen. The tightly condensed sword lights bounced off the whiteness of the snow. The crowd below gasped in shock. The Storm of Swords was one of the most abstruse sword arts among the cultivation sects. A perfected spell could alarm even gods and ghosts in the world. It was capable of turning opponents into dust at once.