Fantasy Magic Sword Novels & Stories

Maggie switched forms midair, caught the sword in her hands, and dropped to the ground on her knee. “My sword!” Maggie unsheathed the golden sword. It was like nothing she had ever seen before. The blade was mesmerizing to look at and it glowed with magic. Anthony’s words came back to her. Her blood! “No! You fucking bitch!” Phoenix yelled as she tore through the air trying desperately to get her sword back. But Maggie held her hand against the blade and in one swift movement, dragged her hand against the shining blade tearing her flesh.

What is that Brother? Nethersbane. The most magical artifact in the whole continent. It is also known as "The Holy Sword". It could kill anyone with just one slash. Ydar, being afraid that someone with ill intentions might possess this powerful thing, cast a spell on it. No one could wield it except if the sword itself will recognize them as its rightful master. " Swo, bwader wants to wab a vewey powerpyul swoyd? Yeyyy! Bwader Henry will kill mwonsters and bad guys! Bwader Henry is swo cool!"

Immediately, all her lightening redirects to my sword. Lorelai’s eyes go wide, and she screams her frustration. I pull my sword out of the ground. “Lightening Wielder.” I tell her. My sword had been forged by dwarves. Their magic is strong and they put their magic into the swords they create. This one had been a gift from my father. He gave it to me, knowing lightening was the strongest part of my air element. It just worked out for me that Lorelai decided to take the air element. She cannot defeat me using lightening.

It was filled with copper, silver and gold royals, all to help supply them while they sought out allies. After Boro said his farewell and accepted the money, he quickly made himself busy checking out the two pack horses. He wanted to give Littume and Lord Jetir space for there farewells. He saw Jetir give his son a firm hug and share a few words with him. Then he saw Lord Jetir unwrap the cloth and from it pulled out an ornate brown and gold scabbard. The scabbard was too thick to belong to a rapier, and too wide to be a katan, the long slightly curved, single edge style sword that Boro himself used. This one was as wide as the width of his palm and had two edges to it. A broadblade, an olde

The blade gleamed with a brilliant silver light, its edge shimmering with a promise of sharpness. The blood sword! I exclaimed internally, astonished by the fact that I had successfully conjured the legendary weapon known to be wielded by a valiant warrior from Cairos—a neighboring nation to Springgan. Apollo had shared stories about it, expressing his dream to create such a weapon one day. Empowered by the gauntlet, I held the blood sword with ease. The blade's edge gleamed, a testament to its lethal potential. Just as the icy shield surrounding me shattered, the dominus seized the opportunity to consume me. Its jaws opened wide as it lunged towards me. Reacting swiftly, I positioned the sw

I reported as I kneeled in front of him with my head bowed down, facing the ground. “You impudent!” He yelled at me with rage, “How dare you lose exactly 13 blessed swords?! One is not even worth your life!” ---That dragon boy! I clenched my hand upon that thought. Those swords are exceptional since that magical stone, Gaia, blessed it. It could pierce through every dragons' scales like iron, jade, and stone. It could split fire and is also bestowed with plentiful spells that could defeat a full-grown dragon. Yet, there is only an assessable amount of it.

I don’t know where to look, there are still so many standing mages, I have to get them on their knees. I made another spell and planted it on the ground, it does not only but also hurt them physically. Everyone halted as they feel the pain of light crawling on their body. I made another set of sword magic and released it towards them. They are all on the ground and can barely move a muscle. The spell also drained my mana but the sword did not hit me. I almost fell on my knees but I was able to straighten my knees. I felt exhausted. I wanted to cry as I heard a loud buzzer, I won.

For as long as he could remember, the sword had been a coveted artifact, passed down through generations of rulers in Omaha. As Rico gazed upon the sword, a shiver of trepidation coursed through him. He had wielded its power before, with disastrous consequences. The last time he had invoked its chilling magic, a powerful supernatural being had thwarted him, breaking the spell and saving the city from eternal frost. But now, in his desperation, he was prepared to risk it all once more.

“Your mother was officially an enchantress. The only sharp object she could be trusted with was a letter opener.” Daphne laughed at the thought. She trailed her hand over the two caskets before going to the wall and pulling down a sword. She pulled it from its sheath, checking the blade. “Your grandmother was an enchantress as well, but she used melee weaponry as well…” She lifted the sword, “This sword was commissioned by your grandfather as a courting gift. It’s designed to help channel your magic and regulate it so you don’t tire yourself out.” Nicole returned to her, placing it in her hands. It felt warm in her head. On the pommel was a gleaming silver and diamond lily. Her lips twitched

Magic. I stopped fighting, closed my eyes, and took a deep breath, feeling no fear of attack. My companions had me covered. I reached for my magic, and this time, it answered with an eager surge, ready to break free. I let it. I felt a familiar warmth pulse in my palm. I opened my eyes to see a soft glow radiating from within. With a steady breath, I focused, channeling the energy into the blade at my side. As the light flowed from my hand to the sword, the metal shimmered, illuminating the darkening campsite with a faint, ethereal glow.