Feathered Sword Novels & Stories

The Legendary Phoenix. Atacia's blue sword, which is designed by her, was replaced with a new sword. This sword has combined colors of Blue, orange and red. Its blade is covered with flames. Feathers of a Phoenix is ​​attached at the handle. This sword isn't just an ordinary sword. For it is the legendary Phoenix Sword. Her eyes also changed. From plain red, to combination of orange, blue and red. She raised her sword and pointed it to the enemies. "Attack." She told her Phoenix, who followed her command. It flew up high before blazing fire engulfed the opponents. The others continued fighting. Still amazed.

He bent down to scoop me up into his arms and was ready to take me to the hospital when the parrot spoke again. "Get rid of the baby! Get rid of the baby!" I instinctively covered Gabriel's ears and looked at him through tears. "Please, don't listen to it." But I knew he heard it. And just like that, his expression shifted. He looked away from me and turned to stare at the parrot. The parrot's words echoed through the whole house, and it felt like they were etched into my mind. I grabbed Gabriel's face, forcing him to look at me. "Honey, don't believe it. It's nonsense. Please, don't listen to that bird."

thought Chyou Chen who started to feel a tremor in his legs. "Don't talk too much, Quickly attack kkam!" Khalid exclaimed in a voice full of anger. the two fought while defending against hundreds of the world's foremost warriors. After exchanging hundreds of moves, and the two of them breathing heavily, the pile of corpses under their feet began to interfere with both Khalid and Chyou Chen's movements. "What a terrifying power," Zou Fan grumbled, shaking his head. These twenty famous swordsmen apparently still haven't come forward to fight them.

Gadreel’s head met his nose and he heard a crack. “Gadreel. BROTHER! Do NOT make me do this.” With his free hand he produced out of thin air a sword of gold. Inside the sword was a feather from the original fallen angel himself, Lucifer. It was one of the few swords in creation capable of taking an angels life.

Its feathered tail fluttered in the air, like clouds that covered the sky for 5,000 kilometers. Under the arena, everyone was all crying out in surprise. "Sword Spirit! It's the Spirit of the Autumn Water Sword! The ancient divine bird, the white luan!" Xiaoyue felt a jolt of shock. She held her breath, her eyes wide open. She looked like she had seen something unbelievable. Even though the Autumn Water Sword had been passed on from generation to generation in the Thousand Feathers Sect, their ancestral master Qianyu Nishang was the only one who ever summoned its Sword Spirit. How did Xiao Chen pull this off?!

Boom! A sword ray shot out from Frederick's hand, and the silver light struck the giant bird. Several thick feathers, as sturdy as tree trunks, fell heavily from the sky. Despite being just feathers, they were large enough to be daunting for Adrian and the others. However, compared to the giant bird, the feathers were insignificant.

It seems that if he repairs the sword holder… the sword can be used by Randu. Burdak stood up, and went to the back of the cabin, near the bathroom, there is a wooden box he had made to store his belongings and combat gear. Burdak found the sword of iron and steel alloy. The handle is made of wood and animal skins. There are some feathers as decoration. His young self likes to collect rare animal fur. He remembered getting two black feathers that are now attached to the sword he is holding. One… is a very rare black peacock feather, he got on his first mission, the second is a red starling feather, it should have been red… but when it was pulled out… it turned black. The young Burdak put it

Its formidable presence serves as a reminder of his role as a prince and protector. To Tritan's left, Finrir gracefully hovers, his pack adorned with a sheathed long Viking sword. If his lethality is needed, the sword becomes an extension of his skills, a weapon to be unsheathed with precision and deadly intent. Crafted with intricate engravings and a polished edge, the sword reflects the strength and resilience that Finrir embodies. It is a weapon that strikes fear into the hearts of their enemies, poised to be wielded when the situation demands it.

Eryndor's Shadowing dagger seemed to dance in the moonlight, its dark blade slicing through the air with a haunting screee-ksss. Each strike landed with a thud-thwack-thoom, sending tremors through the troop's warriors. The troop's hearts raced as the violent zing-ting-zap of clashing daggers filled the field. The savages of warriors, fueled by fury and loyalty, clashed in a frenzy of arms and teeth. The ground grew slick with blood, the earthy smell mingling with the metallic tang of steel. Jack Wolf stood firm, his Moon-whisper spear shining with a soft, ethereal light. He parried Eryndor's strikes with a precision born of desperation, his movements a blur of speed and strength.

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?