Feathered Sword Novels & Stories

She faintly felt that the sword was slowly getting her powers and she smirked at how cunning the sword is. She pointed at the sword and giggled. She didn’t expect the sword to be that shameless. “Leen, have you seen a shameless sword before?” The sword flinched and Lixien curved up her lips. The sword can even understand what she says. Leen blinked her eyes and tilted her head. ‘How can a sword be shameless?’ There was also a rumor that the sword has a guardian who wears a white customized clothes. What can that mean except that the sword is a man itself? The sword slightly moved forward.

feeling confused and little bit of fear, Theo decided that he will take the risk so he drop a drop of blood in the sword to see what it will happen. soon Theo will understand how lucky he was to get such a good sword. When the drop of blood met the sword, Theo felt connected with sword, but he doesn't understand the feeling of that, as he was knew in cultivation, we will find it out later, i guess. Theo look at the sword, thinking something only he knew, pondering for some time, he decided that he would start swinging the sword. Yesterday while reading the old book, he learn that, the swinging of the sword and his breathing must synchronized. Thinking what was written and how it must be done

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? ***

Yet the pressure and aura emitted from it instantly told everyone that the weapon was anything but ordinary. Silver and black symbols resembling ancient runes covered the body of the blade. The sword hilt carried the carving of a dragon head with glowing eyes. The moment the sword appeared, even the surrounding air seemed to grow heavier. “What sword is that?” the crowd watching outside muttered in shock and excitement. Before the other warriors could fully comprehend what was happening— Another streak of light burst out from the crack. This time Phoniex caught it. The light faded. A black whip appeared in her hand.

This he did not have time to catch. My sword made a buzzing sound, like it was calling to its child. As if magnetically sucked over, the green crystal flew to the hilt of my sword and embedded itself perfectly in one of the notches. "Aaaaahhhh-no!" The orange-tailed merman let out a wail of pain. Only to see the purple crystal pierce through his palm and fly toward me. It ended up embedded in another notch in the hilt of the sword. The golden feather also flew toward me and embedded itself in my wings, and in an instant, my wings turned golden.

Severin found it intriguing more than anything. The fan that Diane secured was known as the Seven-Bird Fire-Feather Fan. It was a fearsome weapon made from the feathers of seven fire-attributed feathered monsters, and it was capable of unleashing a sky full of flames. Gilda's acquisition, the Sense-Shut Ruler, possessed properties similar to Tobias's Soul Devouring Nail. It was capable of restraining a practitioner's divine senses and launching direct attacks on a practitioner's soul. The Black Ice Sword that Sheila and Sofia acquired was crafted from ten thousand years of deep-sea black ice. It was capable of cutting through vast expanses of ice with little effort.

Adonis Arnold also couldn't help but be curious. Indeed, he was extremely passionate about weapons. "Okay! Don't let people down! Open up!" Bernard Arnold looked at his subordinates and raised his voice to command. After the treasure box was opened, two people raised a long sword. The long sword has a handle with a phoenix bird wing, a dragon-shaped head, flexible and extremely beautiful. Everyone focused on the scene ahead, Bernard Arnold increased his tone. "Pair Spirit Blades, famous in one direction, everyone has heard of them!"

The feathers appear soft, but each feather was harder than steel. Its only flaw was the gaps between the feathers. With the man's slash, even if the beast rapidly moved around, he used his eyes and observation to find the perfect chance to strike. With a pierce, the sword in his hand clashed against the feathers, letting out a very sharp sound. There were even sparks flying. He practically put all his might into that one strike!

Exactly as seen earlier in the castle. The sword. “What does that one do?” I asked, pointing to it. “It drinks blood. For anyone it kills, their blood is stored in the blade. You would try to always have a clothing between you and the hilt” That did not sound more beneficial than fairy dust. “So how useful would it be to protect me?” With only a smile, “very” Time to close the deal. “I have one silver coin” playing with the coins against my fingers. “Make it three and we have a deal”

Her intense gaze, hardened by countless battles, was tempered by her unwavering loyalty to Somerland. To Elysia's left stood Gareth Swordbane, widely feared and respected as the Sword Demon. He was a tall, imposing figure, his eyes sharp and deadly. Known for wielding a blade with unparalleled mastery, Gareth’s skill in swordsmanship was legendary, his reputation as a ruthless opponent striking fear into the hearts of all who dared challenge him. His sword, an ancient blade etched with runic symbols, was strapped across his back, and his eyes held a piercing focus that spoke of countless battles fought and won.