Fantasy Swordsman Novels & Stories

My heart drums a terrifying rhythm, threatening to make me combust. I bring my own knife in a downward motion as if I were attempting to carve a cross on his chest. He falls back but not before the blade kisses his tanned skin. He snarls in my direction while my ears muffle the sound that surrounds me, focusing my attention on the rough-looking hybrid. He descends on me, sending blow after blow with agility and ferocity. My body bends and whirls, sidestepping each one of his strong hits, studying the motions, though I know that I won't be able to keep him at bay for long.

“You’re not meant to be Alpha Ryu.” An outburst of laughter erupted behind me. It was Ryu, and he was hideous, with blood rolling out of his eyes and a silver sword in his hands. I suppose someone had given it to him while Kyle was busy speaking. “I slashed your hand, and you think you’ll survive my sword aura?” He chuckled, his hands on the handle as he swung it towards Kyle. I felt the heat as the air from the blade moved towards Kyle. “So this is Sword Aura.” I murmured, “Is he an elemental?”

I swallowed, letting the tension slip slightly from my shoulders. I couldn’t stop myself from watching him, either. The way he moved was effortless, controlled. He didn’t just lean on the counter—he owned the space, like it belonged to him. And in a room full of chaos, he was calm. Always calm. Always aware. Watching him made me wonder how much of him was armor and how much was the real person.

"Let's find you a more worthy opponent this time. Sigurd!" The giant slowly made his way to stand in front of Brand, his great longsword held loosely in his massive hand. The newcomer took up his own blade and nodded once. Rather than striking immediately, the two large men circled each other taking each other's measure. Sigurd tired of the waiting first and struck a blow. Brand seemed to parry it easily, but from that moment, the fight was on.

That's what he's doing… Anya is somewhere right now pretending to be a predator marking her prey, so she could take down a 6-foot-tall wolf just to please my father. “Where is she? Where is Anya!?” I roared at him but my words were nothing but snarls and threatening growls as they left my throat. The Gammas mistook my words and lunged at him at once, and as expected it only took a sweep of his sword and they were cut in half. I planted my paws deeper into the sand to keep myself grounded. He was a master of the sword. For more than twenty years he had trained in the way of the katana, earning the title of kenshi—a swordsman whose skill left no room for doubt.

They were utterly harmless! The young man in front of him with a sword gave him a sense of balance. "My strength, just so-so!" Yang Xiao's tone was as if she was talking about the world! The opponent's real martial arts realm had not been exposed, so he would not take it lightly. "Don't be careless! If you are careless, you will suffer the same fate as us." The young boxer looked at Shangyuan He and said, "In Japan, Shangyuan Hedao and other people are known as 'Swordsman Super Masters'. Do you know what the Super Masters mean?"

John was optimistic but it wasn't enough to keep them still, the quivering sound of one of the campers was a signal that it was only a matter of seconds before everything went South for them. "Gary... I know you are frightened but please for your sake and the rest of us do not do anything stupid." John said trying to manage the whole situation and it was too late, the long claws of a beastly creature had slized through someone's flesh. The creature was huge with animalistic features of a wolf it's eyes a shiny red that was visible through the dark. It stood tall with the upper half of it's body widely intimidating and they all looked like ants before him. Their eyes went slowly to look at Ga

he said raising it and shoving it back into the sheath, he walked out of his room and Regal followed. Regal stood behind Raymond, his hands clutched at his back, as Raymond addressed the recruits with grace like he didn't have a big painful wound at his back, eating him up. Regal heart was heavy, but with his chin raised high, he watched the new recruit, yell "to victory" while raising their swords. Whatdo I feell? You wouldn't want to know, but at least I knew, even those who I thought were blessed by fate, also had their problem.

X voice grew coldly. Isreal began laughing hysterically, as he unsheathed a long sword. “It seems as if you do not understand your place. I have you surrounded, surrender and I will spare your life, as Lord Henderson will decide you fate. He will be the god to judge you.” The sword Israel held was definitely finely crafted. The Sword was hand forged as the Damascus pattern resembled a calm river. The hilt was made of bronze and fitted with gold. No matter what quality his sword was, it will still rubbish before X’s translucent blade.

Brown like a deer, scared with the whites clearly visible as she fought for breath. "Get your hands off her," and I moved my tuxedo jacket to the side showing the silver knife I had on my side. Finally his eyes left her face and grimaced. Silver bladed, he knew one slash from me would leave a permanent scar. Or worse if I was quick enough to get his throat. "Stop playing at being a man Valence. You're weak, just like your mot…" The knife flew between us before he could finish his word. Straight through the sleeve of his tux and into the muscle of his forearm. I'd guess about twenty centimetres along as blood started to seep out. It was his turn to be wide eyed and pale in shock.