Fantasy Magic Sword Novels & Stories

Long ago, where demons are attacking humanity and trying to surpass Gods and Goddesses, a magical sword was created by the Gods. His name was Excalibur, he was a sword with a spirit, a sword that can grew with its master, a sword with an ego. Excalibur was made by the combined powers of the Gods, he possesses a power that can even threaten the life of the immortals.

She had her blonde hair tied up in a bun and her light green eyes twinkled with satisfaction. “How did you manage to kill the thing without even a scratch on your body?” Even he could not achieve such a thing against a magical beast higher than rank C. “How did you manage to get past its defence with that ordinary sword.” “Do you have dung for brains?” She actually had a disappointment in her voice. “Did you expect me to go to a forest swarming with magical beasts with an ordinary sword? This is no ordinary sword.” She unsheathed her blade. For a second, nothing happened then the sword hummed radiating transient blue light. The humming stopped and she sheathed her blade again. “This blade wa

' It was the softest term to be given to Hayden who loved to take pride in stealing other people's work! The prize given by the royal family to participants who get a high-value bounty is in the form of magic artifacts stored in the royal treasury. This year, Hayden took out a sword made of magic stone from the royal treasury. Many believe that the sword is a sword that was used by a famous general in the past who won the war between kingdoms so that he could claim the land of the Drachentia Kingdom. Although this truth has not been confirmed yet, there is a certain pride in winning the prize.

It was as if the metal was magical, radiating it's purity even before it's victim touched it. He fell backwards, holding his hand as it felt electrocuted and everything bad as an experience. "Phew," he breathes, regaining his smile, "It's been a while since I touched something so dangerous!" The crew was quiet, sighing in disappointment but one of them was laughing, like a witch. "What did you think, King Lucien!? It's my magic we're talking about! I'm the great witch of our generation, Olga! Also it's purity is far beyond compare. I imbibed each molecule into the base of that sword. It wasn't easy."

A hilt of a sword. “Oh wow.” She said and wrapped a hand around the hilt, it was black and smooth. She pulled it out and it made noise as it slid against the stone. It was a very large broad sword that was a double edged black. The hilt a hand and a half width though hers fit on it just fine. The moment she pulled it all the way out, the weight made it fall more to the floor and tapped it slightly. There was a sudden crackle and the top of the lid looked to suddenly disintegrate and turn to black smoke that evaporated. She moved forward, she wasn’t too afraid. It was clearly sealed with magic, but no death curse that she could see or anything. Beside she had it open now.

"Oh…" his mind reeled at this new, unforeseen variable in his already chaotic life. The runes along the sword's hilt, which only glowed when their a magic user held it, flickered to life with a soft, golden light. He couldn't wield it, of course, but the sword itself recognized the Aethyr flowing through him. Mars stared at the glowing runes, the truth dawning on him. The floating stairs, the sword… he had magic. ♡♡♡

Exactly as seen earlier in the castle. The sword. “What does that one do?” I asked, pointing to it. “It drinks blood. For anyone it kills, their blood is stored in the blade. You would try to always have a clothing between you and the hilt” That did not sound more beneficial than fairy dust. “So how useful would it be to protect me?” With only a smile, “very” Time to close the deal. “I have one silver coin” playing with the coins against my fingers. “Make it three and we have a deal”

Something had to give soon before he snapped; he just had no clue what that something was. With the sun still mainly in the east, peeking through the trees that overshadowed his small sanctuary, he ran his gaze over the bronze blade, examining the intricate design of vines along the sword's edge, the faerie cross encased handle and the jewel in the middle of the pommel centered the sword's magic, or at least, that was what he had been told. He had yet to understand how that magic worked, not that he had time to study the mystical sword with Vargas, Bertram, and Aradhon along with a host of gargoyles and dark elves doing their best to kill him and his friends. Hopefully, things would calm dow

" I need a messenger and a special sword of mine, that can withstand and slay any blooming thing!" Andrea was perplexed, and she looked down at the sword in Andrea's hand. " How should I help? My magic hardly works on metals."

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.