Fantasy Swordsman Novels & Stories

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.

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.

Hello, Future Generations. My name is Saber. I’m the current Queen-to-be of the Fox Skulk (Foxes have Skulks like wolves have packs). I understand if this is a new concept to you or if you think that this book you have found can’t be real. I mean, Fox Skulk? Fox Shifters? Magic? If you’re a normal human living your mundane life, I’m sorry, but I’m about to blow the lid off everything you know.

I opened my eyes to find a translucent sword in my hands, a manifestation of my intent. Excitement bubbled within me as I examined the ethereal weapon. The edges sparkled with otherworldly radiance, and I could feel the hum of power emanating from it. It was a surreal sight—a sword made not of steel but of the very fabric of existence. Eager to test my creation, I turned my attention to a punching bag hanging in the corner of the training room. With a swift motion, I swung the celestial sword, its energy slicing through the air like a comet's tail. The blade connected with the punching bag, and to my amazement, it split into two perfect pieces.

unsheathing is a skill which kills at lightening speed, a fast one-hit kill, suitable for people who possess a sword spirit". "Sword unsheathing", Jae Lee woo stopped moving, it seemed that the use of that sword was different from that of other swords. Traditionally, what swordsmen liked the less was the moment of unsheathing a sword because it is a critical moment during which a certain amount of time is lost and thus delays the moment when the attack can be carried out. Nevertheless, sword unsheathing was a skill made to kill people. Unsheathing the sword had killing for its sole purpose. The most powerful moment of that skill was unsheathing the sword and striking with one movement, if

"Sophie, are you even listening?" "Yes! Of course." A hell of a bloody no; his biceps and broad shoulders were more interesting, though. How would it feel if I ran my hands downward? Would he moan? Sage smirked. "I want you to remember that perhaps the most diverse and exotic types of swords are the Asian swords, which include straight, double-edged Chinese longswords (Jian) and single-edged Chinese sabers (Dao), as well as a myriad of other exotic weapons favored by martial artists the world over. See this?" Sage held the sword like it was his other hand, expertly and effortlessly. Impressive, though. He's been explaining it since forever, which bored her to death, yet all Sophie remembered

James showed no fear as he said all that. He also made it very clear that he had no intention of negotiating with these people. The corners of Hankinʼs mouth twitched. “James, you’re a smart man. Yet, you are…” Before he could finish, James swung his arm and cast a purplish-gold sword light into the air. The purplish-gold sword light hovered in the air and emanated a bright light. In the blink of an eye, countless physical swords were formed in the sky. The swords shot toward the one hundred thousand warriors found below almost instantly.

She took the blade again and swiftly cut her wrist without showing even an ounce of pain on her face. The water began to color red and she lay there with her head on the edge, a serene smile played on her lips. One wondered is this how death feels? Like a happiness after ages? Like perfectly cold water after a long run? Like life was never meant to be? ***

He was rendered completely speechless, shocked as he watched Zayn studying his sword. Zayn appeared to be very relaxed, as if he was taking an evening stroll. He did not look like he had just been in an intense fight. It was in stark contrast with Kairo’s shabbiness. Most importantly, Zayn had taken his sword. The sword was a swordsman’s second life, like an organ in the swordsman’s body. In all his years, no one had ever grabbed his sword! It showed how fearsome the Rheasian before him truly was!

Not me. “Is this really okay? Your sword looks expensive. I think I might break it.” I said to him. “Nah, this sword is indestructible. Give it a swing if you like.” Hearing those confident words, I turned and faced an empty area as I remove the sword out from its sheath. It’s a single-edged sword— a falchion sword, I think. Wait a second. Why does this sword feel so familiar…? Where have I seen it before?