Feathered Sword Novels & Stories

The master officiating the match called for it to begin. Immediately Nila sprung from a ready stance into Sparrow Through The Brush, she flitted back and forth stabbing with her thin rapier. Fur blocked each stab with Falcon On The Wind, a form normally used for fighting an opponent using a sword with a single edge. He struck back with Tiger Jumps Its Prey, a huge over hand blow that Nila side-stepped. That move would have sheared her and her thin blade completely in half. Nila was wide eyed now, she was completely out classed and she knew it. The fear left her eyes again, replaced by resolve and anger. Boro's fear only increased.

Keith glanced at his sword, a decision hardening in his eyes. Ember shone brighter than ever before, its form dissolving into pure, concentrated fire, splitting seamlessly into two blazing blades. A torrent of Sword Aura enveloped the weapons, and as he swung them outwards in a cross-body arc, the energy coalesced into the silhouette of a mighty, ethereal phoenix.

It effortlessly blocked the attack. Andrius’ expression changed. “It’s my turn!” Arthur laughed loudly and drew his weapon for the first time. It was a sword that was entirely golden in color. It appeared plain, but in the early days of the new dynasty, it had a formidable reputation for slaying countless enemies. One side of the dragon was engraved with a dragon and phoenix, exuding a majestic aura, while the other side depicted a thunderstorm, symbolizing the might of the heavens.

said Hayden. Cory was beginning to worry. “The point of a bow with arrows is not to stab the person at close-range, is it? That would be a sword’s job, wouldn’t it, solider?” Said Hayden sternly. She nodded. He was right. “Yes sir,” she added, smiling slightly. He rolled his eyes at her. “The fact that the object meant to kill Anestra is an arrow made from her own feather is very telling,” said Hayden, his expression grave.

+ Helia covered her mouth, finishing her big bite before swallowing, "Yeah." "Can I see it?" The woman typically didn't draw her sword just for anyone but she did for the curious fae, "It's an iron alloy so don't touch it." The long dark blade slid from its leather scabbard with a metallic hiss as the slayer held it across her palms for Twillow to see. Twillow could almost smell the hotness of the iron but her eyes gazed upon the weapon. "Did you make it yourself?" she asked.

At this point all eyes were on the two than it happened everyone was left mouth open Celeas wings were finally out, unlike her father's black ones her were a silver gray probably the combination of his black ones and her mother's most likely withe onse she then picked her swords up from the ground and attack him, their fight was impossible to keep up with, the only thing they could see was a golden light looking like a falling star moving from one place to another " they are insane..." Salma the war was now only between Celea and her father while the others stood by and watched their fight, Draco than went up and picked Dereus up knowing Celea cared a lot about him he wanted to protect him,

However, I dodged those attacks gracefully, like an eagle dodging a storm. My sword glowed blue, cutting through the air as I attempted to cut off the creature's horns. Each strike I made at it created a dazzling circle of blue flame. When my sword made contact with the creature's skin, there was a startling swishing sound, like hearing lightning splitting the sky.

At his command, green energy poured into the Caelum Sword, and the black blade was replaced by green. Even the ferocious dragon head protruding from the hilt of the sword was covered in gold, looking very lifelike.

“All these weapons you have right now have the blessing from different fairies, gods, and goddesses. Those are made by fine iron, gold, diamonds, and parts of mythical creatures that I hunted myself.” I'm not sure if I should feel proud initially or admire the sword he stated is mine from now on. I reached for the blade and was immediately struck by its overpowering force; it seemed to have a soul and is coursing through my body, connecting with my own heart. My hands and eyes began to light unconsciously as I stared. Blue flames erupted from within me and enveloped the sword. My body began to feel lighter, I blinked, and something appeared in front of me when I opened my eyes.

The longsword's cyan light was piercing and soul-stirring. Although it did not move, it already rolled up a fierce frenzy in the void. "There's no hope—" "It's an almost spirit tool! The Blue Feather Sect goes all out!" "He's only an entry-level second-stage Pulse Control Realm disciple, but he has an almost spirit tool. This match will be decided in an instant."