Fantasy Master Swords Novels & Stories

“Now don’t be shy, look around and touch what you want. Everything here is new, I bought it for my Omega.” Aria moved around and looked at the whips, leather floggers and even a riding crop. “This one is my favorite.” Her Master pointed at the riding crop. “What do you think of these collars? Which one do you find pretty?” Arya looked at them one by one, they were made of leather, two were simple ones, one black and the other red. The next one was more delicate with a single gem and a silver chain attached to it. It was light.

Following a whistle, the sword turned into a white radiance and lunged at One-dot Red. "Ah." One-dot Red continued to wear a faint smile. He drew a spell with his finger. A purple light soared behind him and began fighting the Unsullied Sword like a crackling bolt of purple lightning. The handle of the sword was purple. Thousands of years ago, a Celestial Master had forged it out of Vital Flame Essence extracted from stones. Its name was Purple Ying. Invincible against the invasion of all demonic energy, it was considered one of the most valuable Immortal's Swords around.

Black Maple Master unsheathed his gleaming metal sword, bracing himself for the impending clash. Alexander and his opponent engaged in a swift exchange. Alexander delivered a trio of slashes, each one bristling with a fierce, almost tangible force. Black Maple Master parried the first two blows, but the third pushed him to his limits, his aura flaring into a crimson hue. He had delved into the dark arts, mastering techniques even more sinister than the Grand Hart Lord. Boom! With another mighty swing, Alexander sent Feyen Cooper stumbling back. The red aura shielded Black Maple Master, leaving him with only a tingling sensation in his arm, no real harm done.

"Jack wolf, please!" With a surge of adrenaline, Jack Wolf summoned every last ounce of strength. The spear shone brighter, its power surging through him like a river of light. Eryndor's eyes widened in surprise as Jack Wolf's grip tightened, the spear's tip pressing deeper into his chest. The dark magic swirling around him began to falter. Eryndor stood on his ground. The air was electric with the clash of steel and the scent of sweat and blood. Eryndor's Shadowing dagger seemed to dance in the moonlight, its dark blade slicing through the air with a haunting screee-ksss.

I fought alongside Cain, our magic entwined in a deadly dance, as we pushed back the enemy forces. Amidst the chaos, I spotted a figure lunging toward Cain, sword raised high. Time seemed to slow as I stretched my hand out, desperation lending strength to my voice. “Stop!” I cried, and at that moment, lightning streaked across the sky, striking the assailant’s weapon. The blade shattered into pieces, leaving Cain unharmed. It was a reminder that my powers had been restored, and I marveled at the wonder of it all.

It smelled of damp stone, old hay, and solitude. Makil was already there, warming up with a series of fluid stretches that further betrayed his training. He wore similar clothes to yesterday, and two practice longswords were thrust into the ground at the center of the yard. Leigh arrived silently, a shadow detaching from the deeper shadows of the archway. She'd re-braided her hair tightly. She said nothing, simply walked to the center, pulled one sword from the earth, and tested its weight. "No rules," Makil said, pulling the other. "First to yield, or be disarmed."

Her juices glistened on his fingers and palm, the smell tantalizing him. As he removed his fingers away from her, Anita heard sucking sounds; in curiosity, she raised her head from the pillow, shocked to see her master for the night sucking at his finger like he just finished a delicious meal. All the while, he looked into her eyes with no shame, and being the shameless master he was, he dipped his finger into her again, causing her to toss her head back with a shudder. Finally, he couldn't help himself and decided to slurp the honey directly from her blooming flower. He lapped at her folds and pressed on her clitoris vibrator before finally plunging his tongue directly into her womanly fold

"They feel quite light..." I grip the white sword in my right hand and the black sword in my left. They fit well and feel comfortable in my hands. When I swing them, they don't feel heavy at all, despite their large size. The swords are shiny and appear to be quite valuable. They have two blade edges on each side and taper to a point on the sides, rather than being centered like regular swords. They have a good visual appeal, and I'm grateful for them. However, I can't help but wonder why there is no sheath for them, and I have no idea what material they're made of. If it were a fictional metal, it might be something like mithril, adamantium, or orichalcum.

"They're mine! I know how to use them, but fighting with a sword is much fun in my opinion! Can a master not respect my—" "You've been like this since last week, isn't it? I wish Kohl never used his infamous sword to kill the vampires. Besides...isn't his sword made of silver and iron? It's like wielding a one-stone-two-bird tool, for us and Phoenixes alike." Raya said. While vampires and werewolves were repelled by silver, iron repelled the Phoenix and only a Human could wield something like that. "I want it, Raya! I want to fight like my master!"

Maria was about to ask one of the guards about the reason why they were allowed to enter the mansion when at that moment Master Quintan walked down the stairs. Maria looked at her Grandfather and bowed. Master Quintan said gently " Come upstairs Maya I need to talk to you" Maria nodded without hesitation and followed Master Quintan into his Study room. Master Quintan's study room was quite simple, consisting of a chair, a table, some important documents, some relics that were encased in enforced titanium glass and an ordinary-looking sword that stood beside the table. One would know that this sword was known as Heaven's Edge the oldest and most powerful sword in the Whole of somerland. The s