Fantasy Magic Sword Novels & Stories

The man had made for a colorful spectacle, his red robes flapping while his blade writhed with pale green flames, but everyone knew there was no true magic to it, and in the end his fire had guttered out and Bronze Yohn Royce had brained him with a common mace. A true sword of fire, now, that would be a wonder to behold. Yet at such a cost . . . When he thought of Nissa Nissa, it was his own Marya he pictured, a good-natured plump woman with sagging breasts and a kindly smile, the best woman in the world. He tried to picture himself driving a sword through her, and shuddered. I am not made of the stuff of heroes, he decided. If that was the price of a magic sword, it was more than he cared t

Chapter 49. Subtitle: fairy wand. "Really? I thought they were lost? How were you able to see one and where exactly was it located? Are you sure it's the right sword and not just another one?" Alice fired questions at Gagé. "We were still young back then, the sword looked very different from a normal sword... It almost looks magical, well I can't quiet explain how it looked like exactly but we would find out if it's the sword we are looking for once we locate it."

The energy core of a warrior increases as he learns more and more techniques, that's why these books are very expensive and highly sought after by warriors. Steven took her in his arms, and she could see that he was disappointed so she said to him by wrapping her arms around him, "Don't worry, I will help you to obtain some, thanks to my dimension we will be able to make money quickly, we will just have to buy seeds and to resell the magic herbs when they will be mature."

I don't know how long can I endure standing here acting as bait and why are they taking so long to attack the beast. I can't wait anymore, so I decided to make the first move. I waved my right hand and release the sword that was forged by a famous blacksmith the Devil's hand. I was about to swing it onto the beast when one of its heads bites into my right arm. The sword immediately drops to the ground and disappeared. The sword is specially designed for me alone and I am the only one who can wield it. The sword will disappear if it is no longer in my possession and I am the only one who can summon it.

she repeated, louder. He caught her hand up from his thigh and pressed it to his lips with open adoration. “You are right of course, my wife,” he said with a smile. “A sword is exactly what she needs. She can wear any old armour, but if she wields a sword… A magic sword,” he nodded. “Give me the night, and a chance to speak with my brother and father, and we shall see what can be done for you.”

A sword case appeared in his hand, and several sharp sword lights burst out. When the sword lights appeared, sword shrills filled the air, which made Philip wary. It must be a magic weapon. In the blink of an eye, several sword lights merged into one and attacked Philip. Philip roared and punched out. Boom! After a loud noise, several sword lights were knocked away. Philip’s hands were covered in blood with no piece of skin intact. Philip finally noticed the cold sword lights. Andy sneered and said, “Hmph, let me show you the magic weapon of Centile Eden!

I use the sword’s downswing to my advantage and land the tip in the middle of her chest, plunging it deep into her skin. We crash into her throne, shattering it into hundreds of pieces. Her head lands hard on the edge of the seat. The broken pieces of marble let my sword piece completely through her body until the hilt is against her sternum. I feel her heartbeat in the sword's handle and see her scream. I can’t hear it, but I feel it shake the ground. I push harder and let the dark magic flow out of my hands, into the sword, making it glow hot violet. Aphrodite’s are wide and scared. The dark magic fills me with a sense of satisfaction when it sees her struggling. She reaches up, flailing h

He shook his wine-containing gourd, the blood red wine flew out; he held the wine backhanded and the wine congealed into a long saw-tooth sword in blood red. The next moment, without any obvious action, the blood light came out from the long saw-tooth sword in blood red and hit the magic sword with the golden light. Like pouring hot water on snow, the magic sword was swallowed instantly. The blood light still kept its momentum and hit Tang Folei.

’ everybody assumed impatiently. Tension of the crowd was aroused in alarm, their hearts raced with unwelcoming anticipation. Finally, a figure emerged from the huge waves as a victor, the sword of Eryndor– Eryndor, exhausted but triumphant, his Conch shell still clutched in his hand.

He then directed such mighty power towards his sword, and its blade started to emit embers to start a flame. And with their right hands linked in their only sword, the poten magic they gifted upon the blade spark a powerful fire, blessed with the hues of the rising sun that will brought dawn towards the dark shadows in their way. The sword blazed with majestic flames like a red flower blooming out in the sea of cold snow, defying the laws of nature. Evan could feel the hot arson brushing in his fingers, and the powerful magic that Mayari bestowed in the weapon they both wield.