Fantasy Master Swords Novels & Stories

At this point all eyes were on the two than it happened everyone was left mouth open Celeas wings were finally out, unlike her father's black ones her were a silver gray probably the combination of his black ones and her mother's most likely withe onse she then picked her swords up from the ground and attack him, their fight was impossible to keep up with, the only thing they could see was a golden light looking like a falling star moving from one place to another " they are insane..." Salma the war was now only between Celea and her father while the others stood by and watched their fight, Draco than went up and picked Dereus up knowing Celea cared a lot about him he wanted to protect him,

Dastan appeared suddenly, wearing a white long-sleeved shirt that wasn't fully buttoned. Startled, Moza bumped into his hard, broad chest. Instinctively, the man caught Moza’s arms to keep her from falling. His touch was warm and firm, but his eyes were as cold as ice on a mountain peak. Moza’s breath hitched. Through his shirt, she could feel Dastan’s heart beating rapidly, in sync with her own erratic pulse. Before any embarrassing incident could repeat itself, Moza immediately pulled away and took a step back. “The Grandmaster is waiting for you, Young Master,” she repeated quickly.

Starsoul cleared his throat and said, "Your Highness, among upper echelon s of forbidden area of Remote Antiquity, the lowest one is the Seven Sword Slaves. Above the Seven Sword Slaves are the four Sword Masters. You can see through their names." One was a sword slave, and the other was a sword master. It could be said that the winner or loser was determined.

This time when he spoke, his tones and facial expressions were much softer. "I do not know all of the magic that was placed on the blade. I know that for me, the glow was green, not blue as it is for you. I know that it does not like to draw the blood of its master – that was one of the attributes I asked for when I commissioned it. I do not know why it did what it did, but I am sure it had something to do with it cutting you."

"Battle raged on across the continent, until finally, Markelus faced off with Eon. He drove his sword to the tyrant's heart, and killed him. Henceforth he became known as the Godslayer, and his weapon, the-" "Sword of the Godslayer." Minos swung his arms sidewards, like a musician that just delivered a heartwarming ballad. "So you're not really after my father, you're after the sword." "Yes." "You could have just said that." "Where's the fun in that?" "The only one who had fun in this room was you." Cassana glanced at Rei, who gave her an affirmative nod. "I hope you're not planning to be a bard, because you are terrible at it."

I need my sword. Reaching behind my back, I feel the cool, smooth texture of my marking shift beneath my fingers. There’s a brief moment where the ink pulses, almost as if it’s alive, before it solidifies into the hilt of my sword. I draw it out, feeling the familiar weight settle into my hand. The blade hums with energy, a glowing blue that pulses in time with my heartbeat. This sword is mine, a part of me, born of my blood and soul. Athena’s gift, forged from my very essence.

As a Grand Emperor, he could sense the immense power of the sword, which no Imperial Weapon could compare to. James said, “This sword has been passed down since the Primeval Age. Since you’ve heard of the Ancestral Talisman Master, you should know the Ancestral Sword Master. The Sword Master was the one who created the Five Great Sword Realms. Though the Ancestral Talisman Master’s Curse Magic is well-renowned throughout the ages, the Ancestral Sword Master’s strength is not beneath his. Meanwhile, this sword is called the Crepe Myrtle Divine Sword. This is an Ancestral God Weapon the Ancestral Sword master wielded.”

"Duck! said the count at last whirlwinds in a deadly circle as a master swordsman, you should know for the second time that you were killed next to that titan ...!" "And I know in my turn that I would have been spared only with death by the calf's breath, come on, friend, you still crave me for a duel with parries and squabbles, I have my master, a worthy son of a gunsmith came from Marseilles, which honors the goblets, but also with the sword, and the most poisonous he does with death!"

Lixien didn’t give a glance to Leen and continued examining the sword. If it’s from seven mountains, then this must be the ‘Flaming Red Fire of Lava’. It was a sword that everyone is obsessed with. It’s a sword that chooses his master. It also can talk from others' descriptions. She squinted her eyes. Why is Vailn giving her such a precious gift? She snapped her fingers and blinked. Her brows were slightly frowned as she was understanding why he was being too considerate or was it not considerate?

After five years of being forcibly institutionalized in a mental hospital by my parents for “rehabilitation,” I awakened the “Slap System” skill. One slap, a million dollars deposited into my account. Another slap, my combat power skyrocketed. Just as I was thoroughly enjoying my slapping spree and preparing to leap over the asylum walls to break free, my parents suddenly arrived to take me home. The moment I stepped through the front door, I saw my adopted brother Atticus Hawthorne, eyes reddened, holding my fiancée, Cassandra Vaughn, in his arms. Meanwhile, my real brother Roman Montgomery was locked in a dog cage, bitten and torn by vicious hounds, covered in wounds, and breathing his