Fantasy Master Swords Novels & Stories

On the pavilion floor lay a sword carved with a dragon, and standing on it was the man who had shouted. He stooped slightly, breath ragged; his eyes were bloodshot, bulging as if they might pop from their sockets. Through gritted teeth he thought, 'Xiu Jian is a damned wretch! I can’t even burn his sword!' Indeed, the trembling, furious man was Huang Fu, and the blade beneath his boot was the Sacred Dragon Sword. He had tried to set the sword aflame—yet not only did the flames refuse to take, the fuel he poured seemed to be absorbed and vanished, drying as if swallowed by the metal itself.

The ancient sword flew close to Chase, circling around him. Chase realized that the pull he had been feeling was indeed from the ancient sword in front of him. As he executed the Five-Thunder Technique, the pull reached its peak. Extending his hand, the ancient sword automatically landed in his grasp. "Kid, you're quite fortunate. It's the famous sword from the Heavenly Master Mansion, the Evil Slaying Sword. It was drawn to you," Caspian immediately recognized the ancient sword.

It was uncommon for one to use such an unpopular army weapon. Army weapons were categorized into seven levels—red, orange, yellow, green, blue, indigo and violet. Sloan's sword was an indigo level weapon. Once she took the sword out, the surrounding temperature immediately fell. Everyone from the World Universe was worried for the Seven Fairies. Even though they were Master Saints, it was still challenging to go against a Master Emperor.

He smiled calmly and said, "Since you think I'm no match for you, what are you waiting for?" Hearing this, Master couldn't help but be furious. As Master of dignified Sword Ancestry, he had never been so angry. "You're courting death!" As soon as he finished speaking, Master flew toward Lucas again. Master's speed was extremely fast. In an instant, he was in front of Lucas. He had pulled out the sharp sword behind him and stabbed toward Lucas. Looking at the sword, Lucas couldn't help shaking his head secretly. He thought why Master of Sword Ancestry just didn't understand his words.

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.

"Zephyr!!!" His sword vibrated and flew back to his hand with a sharp fizzing sound. Every sword master could name their spirit sword once they got it. It wasn't necessary, but it felt inappropriate to not give them a name, since the sword had a spirit in it. Moreover, the sword would respond better when their master called their name. Even if they would still respond if the master only used their energy.

I slowly turned around to face my nightmare with fairytale-like beauty. Master was looking at me more like killing me with his eyes. His eyes held possessiveness and anger. It was not jealousy instead it was a rage. A rage of seeing someone else touching his possession. His dagger-like gaze turned to that man who seemed to unaffected by his murderous glare. “Stay away from my woman Sinister.” I froze in my place hearing his name. Sinister. Sinister Valentino. Master’s brother. Something flashes in his eyes when he heard Master’s words turning his mesmerizing gaze towards me making eye contact.

This is Ronan wanting this as much as he does. “C-Can I, m-master—” That made Cross grin evilly. He knows that Ronan just slipped out but he wants that now. “That’s right, call me Master Cross, Doc Ronan.” Ronan’s scent is getting more and more intense, almost as strong as what he had when his Heat came. That would mean a stronger effect on Cross. He wants to just slam his cock inside this man and fuck him the hardest but, of course, he wouldn’t. He laughs to himself because someone should really award him for having the strongest self-control even at this new scenario they are experiencing.

“Let’s go. We’ll rest once we arrive at where everyone else is!” Randall and the others leaped onto the sword before settling themselves onto the surface. “This is an amazing sword, Brother Fane. It can fly and it can serve as a weapon as well, and it seems to increase your fighting power by a good margin. It must be at least a middle-grade spiritual tool, yes?” Before Fane could answer that, a girl from the Woods family cut in proudly, “Young Master Randall, your judgment is off this time. Young Master Fane’s flying sword is not a middle-grade spiritual tool, but an ultimate-grade spiritual tool!”

"You are mine, forever MINE. Your heart and body belongs only to Me." She found herself getting turned on by his Possessive words. "Yes, I belong to you and only to you, Master." Turning her around to face him, his hands holding her hips. "Always remember that, now go down on your knees and worship my di.ck," "Make me, Master."