Fantasy Magic Sword Novels & Stories

The sword was still lying on the ground, glowing faintly as if it was waiting for me. I pushed myself up, every muscle burning, every breath a struggle. My hand stretched forward and the moment my fingers touched the hilt, I whispered a spell watching flames erupt from the blade. The Sword of Nytheris burst into fire, golden and wild. Magic surged through me, deeper and hotter than anything I’d felt before. I stood, my eyes locked on Caden. "You monster!" I shouted. Caden turned toward me with a snarl, but he faltered when he saw the sword blazing red in my grip. The air rippled with heat. My cloak burned away, revealing the markings of ancient magic pulsing across my arms. My voice echoed w

Salj seemed a bit let down after that. Matthew became curious. “Why? What’s wrong?” Salj unsheathed the sword and showed the blade to Matthew. “This sword, it is imbued with dark magic. Upon summoning astra, it lights itself on fire. The user does not have to chant any spells nor do anything special. On top of that, the blade is made using a special type of material that is not even metal.” The dwarf explained with such obsession. Matthew was surprised to hear this, especially the part that was said to be non-metal. “What do you mean it’s not metal?”

assistant"> A week later, I discovered that the knight’s sword contained ultimate fire magic—Odin must have infused it while I wasn’t paying attention. At the time, I had already spent so much on fire-element materials that I was nearly broke enough to sell my blood. But even with magical assistance, that wasn’t an excuse to cut corners. After all, this was a competition of forging skill—the key was still the quality of the weapon itself. It took nearly ten more days, but with the help of those two assistants—who looked at me with dazed, almost entranced expressions every time they saw me—we finally completed the sword.

“Watch your mouth child! And to answer that question, no you aren’t blessed. You just happened to be born of a werewolf and a hybrid elf/spell caster couple. That doesn’t make you blessed. Danu and I will be blessing you with a sword.” What? Seriously is that it? “Um okay cool? What is a sword going to help me do that my magic can’t?” Danu rolls her eyes and huffs, “It’s not a normal fucking sword Morrigan, it’s the Sword of the Divine. Meaning whatever it strikes, it kills.” “That makes WAY more sense then. Well, now hand it over so I can go slay some bitches.” I laugh, holding my hand out. “Yeah, that’s not how this is going to work. You will only receive the Sword of the Divine when you a

"And the same goes for others." After that conversation, he took our weapons and started fixing them. I didn’t quite notice every single change that had happened to my sword, but there’s one thing I’m sure of; it turned out to be wonderful and much lighter than it was before. The moment I began to sway it, the blue and white smoke from the sword movements simply amazed me. The details and the outcome of its appearance are nothing but amazing. It was a fine and reputedly magical sword with two sharp blade edges made in crystal and a silver white cruciform lightly covered by gold chains.

This gruesome sight made the room's contents not look like a luxurious palace but a cruel slaughterhouse with a suppressing aura. Draco pulled out the sword forged by Bowen. The hilt was made from the trunk of the Sacred Mana Tree, and the blade was made from dragon scales. Magic gems were embedded along the hilt and blade of the sword. While walking along the corridor, Draco smacked and slashed at every demon-beast that came attacking him like insects.

“All these weapons you have right now have the blessing from different fairies, gods, and goddesses. Those are made by fine iron, gold, diamonds, and parts of mythical creatures that I hunted myself.” I'm not sure if I should feel proud initially or admire the sword he stated is mine from now on. I reached for the blade and was immediately struck by its overpowering force; it seemed to have a soul and is coursing through my body, connecting with my own heart. My hands and eyes began to light unconsciously as I stared. Blue flames erupted from within me and enveloped the sword. My body began to feel lighter, I blinked, and something appeared in front of me when I opened my eyes.

Dimitri said feeling hopeless and pissed. I drew out my mother's silver dagger I always had on my ankle. "We can use this." I drew it out of its sheaths. “It belonged to my mother and was made with a lot of powerful magic. It isn't the ideal fairytale sword but it will do.”

Xander exclaimed as Matt took out one weapon after another and laid them on an empty table. He had several daggers, six swords, three axes, and other magical objects, including musical instruments like a lute, some pipes and a couple of flutes. “Is this the bastard sword Johan used?” asked Xander who picked the sword with both hands. It was heavy. He suddenly got new found respect for the younger boy. He tried to wield the sword, endowing it with his fire magic, but the blade only turned a shade of purple. He turned to Johan who was busy with a dish full of roasted meat and took one of his hands.

Moonlight surrounded us, racing through my veins, eager to please if only I knew how to coax it to do my bidding. “Come on.” I hissed. I pictured a broadsword, one perfectly balanced yet sharp enough to carve through bone. The dagger in my hand began to shimmer. The soldier I hadn’t managed to wound swung his blade at my head. I ducked, rolling to the side to avoid them both. Gritting my teeth, I poured magic into my weapon. I nearly sobbed when the blade began to grow, morphing into that of a sword. There were delicate carvings throughout the metal, shaped like moons and stars, galaxies from other realms.