Fantasy Magic Sword Novels & Stories

Vayldre's voice boomed in Frore's ears, snapping her out of her trance with the back of his sword hitting her shoulder lightly. Groaning, Frore stumbled back and stared at the shiny sword in her hands. Its weight was definitely more than her own body weight. A week ago, Vayldre got these swords out of the air. No. Literally out of the air. In front of Frore. He just pushed his hand inside some kind of magic hidden hole and then pulled these out. Frore remembered her jaw almost touching the ground. She felt mesmerised after knowing that Dragons had magic too and he was far too better to not be admired by her.

She caressed the sword's blade with her fingers, her tone laced with a potent mix of threat and confidence. "Only a single strike from this sword, and all of you will be reduced to ashes. This blade is just a minuscule manifestation of my magic, akin to a single grain of rice. It serves as a testament to my unimaginable power. Yet, one of you attempted to bribe me, while another nearly succeeded in ending my life. Even though you may not have intended to kill me, the cold toxin you used almost proved fatal. Understand this: my strength doesn't make me immortal. I owe my survival to the Healing Tree. Had I not awakened, your fate would have been far bleaker."

Lana smile then look at the sword on my side so I look at it to just to be confused. “That sword, I told you before that THAT sword is a legendary sword owned by the first grand king of Evetora given by the goddess. That sword holds the magic that can destroy magic like that mists.” Lana said as I pull my sword and look at it. “What do you mean... but how?” I said looking at the sword. “Concentrate your magic and then use the sword then aim it to the sky.” Lana said and I look at the sword. I close my eyes and concentrate my magic into the sword and I open my eyes just to smile seeing that the jade sword glows. I am about to raise the sword as my magic is like a water being poured into a gla

He stopped flowing his aura into the sword, causing the small swords to lose their energy and this time impale themselves on one of Alec's backyard fence bodies. "Phew. That was close." Karl wiped the sweat off his forehead as soon as he did it, then looked at his magic sword. "I didn't know this sword could do that." "Because the magic sword created by Alec adapts to the characteristics of the prospective owner of the magic sword," said Nicholas from behind Karl, carrying a large bowl filled with sliced fruit and salad dressing. "He couldn't even lift that sword with his two hands because he is a human, so I helped him create a vessel that could hold the energy on your new magic sword so he

A glint in Henry's eye shone as he finally had the opportunity to use the sword skill he had practised day and night. The mages couldn't even see it as the spells they cast were instantaneously bisected and broken into bits of mana. With the dimension severing blade, Henry has learned to cut even spells! "Did he sever the magic?" "That sword has to be an artefact as well!" Andrew was sensible to be cautious. When confronted with such a slew of adversaries, no ordinary student would be so sure of himself. While they were relatively far apart, Henry's sword was an artefact. The sword itself had to be strong enough to cut magic, and with Henry's present blade, he could easily cut Mystic rank sp

My fingers are on my chin as I crouched and looked at it. The cover or the sheath was silver with a few pints of gold, I don't understand the engravings etched on it. Because of my curiosity, I held it and released it from its sheath. Unlike other sword, its blade was bluish and silver, the handle was wood in color and the cover was glass. It was not as heavy as it look. I lifted it up and swayed it... Imagining I was a samurai fighting some bad guys. I chuckled.

Moonstone accents adorned his gauntlets, greaves, and chest plate, pulsating with magical energy that resonated. In his hand, he wielded a sword forged from pure moonstone, its blade glowing softly with an inner light. The hilt was embellished with intricate patterns in Phaikón Árgyron resembling celestial constellations, further enhancing its mystical allure. As he brandished the sword, it seemed to hum with power.

I whispered. The magic responded instantly. The warm golden light jumped off the crystal and encircled the whole of my sword. The dark Moon-steel blazed into existence. A blinding radiant blade of pure, weaponized sunlight was not just the result of the metal: it would become. Vane was inches away from Dante’s chest, his claws raised. "Run away my King! I screamed. I lunged. I didn't set out to make the magical binds. I fired out my rifle and headshot the monster who was in control of them.

Until the magic rested and the swords appeared in my mind again, but different now. The handles had become onyx in color and the blades silver and gold. They were beautiful, but more than that, they were a combination of my vampire magics as well as the elven crown. "I have them," I said. Lirle said: That is excellent. Next, think about the swords and imagine your magic becoming one with them. I didn't tell her that had already happened. I just nodded. Though I was still full of questions, a peace passed through me, and I opened my eyes.

The arrow exploded upon hitting Lollaine. She felt her inside turned to millions of thousand needles. The extreme excruciating pain made her to wail silently on her head. Since she under the king's mind possession no sound came out from her instead, her mouth agape wide. This time King Zeldour amasses a very intense magical force. Appeared on his hands a very sharped pointed sword made of air. It is the Zypherious sword; Aereous Assoure.