Fantasy Swordsman Novels & Stories

“Princess, we need to leave!” The loud thud on the door awoke Maria from her thoughts. Her eyebrows creased as she was annoyed by the sudden interruption. She walked towards the door and opened it, standing right outside was a tall, sturdy man. Sweat poured unceasingly from his forehead down to his chin, Maria looked at his hand, and the sword he held. Bloodstains, she thought. “Lord Falstad, why is there blood on your sword?” Staring straight at Falstad, she asked in concern. A mutiny perhaps? Unlikely, there are knights in the castle far better in swordsmanship than Falstad.

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.

Then he began to walk inside without waiting for me. What was wrong with him? He ran his tattooed fingers through his light blue hair. I stared at his great physique from afar before he disappeared into the building. I looked around just to see the bodyguards gazing intently at me. Like I had committed a crime. I shifted my gaze away and gripped my wedding gown firmly. I moved my feet in compliance. I suddenly became interested in the whole house as I enjoyed the amazing view of the circular waterfall with water pouring down from it.

How shameless he was to bully the weak? Caspian patted the sword box on his back and waved his arm. In an instant, the sword radiance flashed and was shockingly straight. "Purgatory-breaking Sword of the White Emperor! Soul-Extermination Cut of Ten Thousand Realms!" At this moment, the two-finger-wide sword body burst out a dazzling and sharp light. As Caspian swung his sword, thousands of sword lights danced in the air. Endless light, air, and vitality were all extinguished in an instant.

« Ready when you are papa. » I decided that I’ll go with long-ranged spells. My father is a swordsman. I am curious about my father’s abilities. I’ve never seen him battle before. I only heard that he is a top grade fighter. He brought a strange sword or what it looks like, the blade was missing its 75%. I wonder why he is fighting with a broken blade. I focused my mana on my eyes to see whether it is a magical sword, but I was disappointed. The sword was all rusty, and the blade wasn’t sharpened. I don’t understand what my father is doing.

With the flip of his hand, a sword appeared. “A middle-grade spiritual tool?” Fane gave it a glance before taking out his sword with a flip of his hand. He then infused his Chi into his black sword. The sword in Fane’s hand immediately emitted a daunting wave of fluctuation. As for Fane, his imposing manner had increased by several folds compared to previously. “What is this weapon? Even his momentum has changed!” Several young people from the Hunt family grew fearful when they saw Fane’s sword and the confidence Fane unconsciously showed.

Aside from the heavenly swordsman, there was also a group of dazzling people in front that looked as if anticipating for something. The royal swordplay was one of the best things Zaeion could do perfectly yet in an elegant way as if he was simply dancing with a blade in his hand. Compared to the normal royal swordplay, Zaeion's way could be described as a softer and swifter version with an elegant and precise accuracy.

"But if given an opportunity, I also want to learn how to fight with swords, preferably lightweight ones." Sir Dallas clapped his hand once loudly and pointed at the High Lord. "He owns lightweight swords, usually used by winged Feralis." He brought his hand down the table. "I'm quite sure the weapons of Luminozenko and Earth are the same or have similarities in some ways, but the type of sword he usually uses is called Zerfara." I looked at the High Lord. "Zerfara, sir?" "Yes." Lord Lavendori nodded and he tapped on his bracelet, making it glow before a sword started materializing in his hand that he raised.

He knew himself that he cant buy a good sword as he have to buy body tempering technique too with this little amount of money. As he tried to pick a sword he saw a beautiful black sword in the corner of rack, Theo mesmerized and uttered," what a beautiful black sword", suddenly from back he heard the word," isn't it beautiful, to sad the cultivator from whom i got the sword told me that this sword cannot cut anything, its dull sword". Suddenly as if deciding something Theo decide that he will take that sword. Theo walked out of the blacksmith shop shouting," Thank you, old man jiang"

The crowd could feel that the heat and cold had collided while looking at the swords on the stage. “Let me introduce to you the Blaze Wild Sword and the Deadly Glaze Sword. Blaze Wild Sword is a must be suggested for the people who had fire attributes and were accustomed to fire. The Deadly Glaze Sword is for the people who had Ice attributes. These swords are made by a Grade 5 Novice Armament Master.” Lark Oz said while showing them the swords that Luna had made.