Fantasy Swordsman Novels & Stories

Long ago, where demons are attacking humanity and trying to surpass Gods and Goddesses, a magical sword was created by the Gods. His name was Excalibur, he was a sword with a spirit, a sword that can grew with its master, a sword with an ego. Excalibur was made by the combined powers of the Gods, he possesses a power that can even threaten the life of the immortals.

’ everybody assumed impatiently. Tension of the crowd was aroused in alarm, their hearts raced with unwelcoming anticipation. Finally, a figure emerged from the huge waves as a victor, the sword of Eryndor– Eryndor, exhausted but triumphant, his Conch shell still clutched in his hand.

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.

she laughed as she walked towards the door and opened it. She gaped at him for a moment, Noor didn’t expect to see a handsome young man who wore a sky blue kaftan, an apple watch that is worth her school fees for at least four years, black loafers, and Cartier sunglasses "Afraah if you’re ready let’s go," he said in a deep calm tone that almost melted Noor’s heart

"Young man, I'm lending you this iron sword for a day. If you can bring me the fangs of ten pairs of Bamboo Leaf Green Snakes within a day, I'll give you an opportunity." "No problem, I accept." Sebastian smiled broadly, successfully opening the path to becoming a sword cultivator. After taking the task, Sebastian immediately set out, leaving the shop. Some players who were still wandering around the entrance of the weapons shop, unsure of what to do, were astonished when they saw Sebastian come out with a sword in hand. "I can't believe it! How did this guy get a weapon?" "We're all using our fists, wooden sticks, or picking up rocks to fight monsters, and he already has a sword?"

And a faint smile appeared on his fair and delicate face. "This sword is called the Immemorial Dragon Sword. If you continue to surround me, I will kill you with it." As soon as he finished speaking, Lucas slashed his sword towards the sky. "Whoosh!" A supreme sword light flew toward the sky. In an instant, the sky split into two sides. "What?" When the hundreds of Gene Fighters surrounding Lucas saw this, they were all scared out of their wits. In their eyes, this sword strike was too strong and capable.

The Island Nation swordsman exuded an aura that could not be matched by even a thousand enemies. The long blade that he held in his hand was like lightning. Every time he swung it, the blade would let out a terrifying shine. Two disciples of Longmen, wielding longswords, stepped forward at the same time. They clearly looked like they were a league above the rest of the disciples. Their swords shimmered brightly, as if locked on to the swordsman. The swordsman did not move away. Instead, he swung his blade downward.

He jumped back and with hostility and asked, "Who exactly are you!?" "......" Silence was my answer and blasted myself forward in a horizontal slash with the blunt end of my sword. Blaze of smoke was produced following my trail as I finished him off with a variation of my Father's . This veiled swordsman strength is just that much to applaud. I'll give him that. He fell on the ground unconsciously, while the three robed individuals who were with him skedaddle out of fear, dragging the swordsman with them.

His appearance was shambles, and his face gave off an unpleasant vibe, indicating that he had experienced a great deal of rage. Wun Lan Guqin vanishes in front of his eyes as he takes a couple of deep breaths. When he felt he was already doing well, he breathed in and out to make himself feel more at ease. He then corrected his posture and returned to his normal state. He turned back, flickering his hanfu sleeve, then emerged from his chamber and summoned his spiritual sword. A sword that can transform into a serpent-like dragon. It has the ability to kill three million opponents in one swing, split the ground in half, and eat its opponents through illusion, leaving only their footprints on

She purses her lips in displease seeing everyone is leaping aside. 'Why in the hell would they leap away as if it's a vulture?! The sword is aimed straight and they could have just stepped aside from its way! Why would they do backflips and all? Is this a gymnastics class or what? And what's with that dude? Why is that guy breathing heavily as if he just escaped from a hunting lion?' She notices only a few guys just took a step aside and stood straight calmly. THUD! Her eyes follow the sound and see Parthib stopped the sword by holding it in his bare hand. The sharp edge has cut his palm resulting in bleeding.