Feathered Sword Novels & Stories

She glanced around and saw that the village elders were in complete attendance. Behind the Duke's son stood two new faces, the foreigner and the noble who she talked to earlier this morning. She tried to bring her mind to what they discussed just to distract herself from what happened inside the manor. The Sword of the Godslayer. She thought to herself. If my father had access to the artifact she just held, is there any chance that he might have had the Zephyrean sword as well?

Third Person's POV If his skills would improve, he could also help take some pressure off Adelaide. She picked up the last weapon. The sword had a dull, dark sheen. The hilt was made from a beast's skull, the guard was carved into a ferocious wolf's head, and the crossguard was embedded with a power-charged wolf-eye stone.

Chapter 49. Subtitle: fairy wand. "Really? I thought they were lost? How were you able to see one and where exactly was it located? Are you sure it's the right sword and not just another one?" Alice fired questions at Gagé. "We were still young back then, the sword looked very different from a normal sword... It almost looks magical, well I can't quiet explain how it looked like exactly but we would find out if it's the sword we are looking for once we locate it."

Buttercup scratched Kree behind the ear as she stared at Rhychard. He shrugged. "You would think, but nothing. Cold as steel. Or bronze as the case may be here. The only flare up from the sword in a while was when we left Feather Lakes and Sunday when Aradhon showed up at the ruins of Harvest Fellowship." "The Guardian Sword felt the presence of the Unseelie?" Buttercup asked, fear tingeing her voice, while Kree questioned, :Why did you not inform me of this occurrence at Feather Lakes, Warrior?:

Hails of feathers as hard and sharp as arrows crisscrossed against salvos of bullets from the soldiers' rifles. Steel-like glints bounced off the feathers in the sunlight as they struck down the bullets fired at them while the rest were reduced into harmless white flashes when they hit the magical shield of light that Chu Xun conjured. These were not the average pennaceous feathers that Wingeds used to fly but a skill they used in combat. The feathers struck down every bullet that the guards fired and Chu Xun's magical shield defended the guards from the torrent of deadly-steel feathers, culminating in a stalemate.

Feivel said, “Certainly. You can use everything at your disposal to defeat me.” James felt relieved after hearing his reply. He immediately summoned the Crepe Myrtle Divine Sword. With the Crepe Myrtle Divine Sword in his hand, his aura rose once more. Holding the Crepe Myrtle Divine Sword, James rushed at Feivel. He swung his sword, and countless Sword Energies emerged, surrounding Feivel from every direction. Feivel smiled lightly. He raised his hand, and mysterious inscriptions emerged from his palm. The inscriptions dispersed the Sword Energies in the sky.

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.

Harvey gritted his teeth in hatred and vowed to tear this arrogant brat in front of him limb from limb and reclaim his lost honor! Nearby, a junior disciple dressed in the Iron Sword Sect uniform presented a lavishly decorated longsword. Clang! The long sword was unsheathed and it released a melodious dragon-like hum. "Catch!" The junior disciple used both hands to toss it, clearly evident that the sword was extremely heavy. Harvey caught it steadily with one hand. The sword was three feet and one inch long, two inches wide, with a raised ridge in the middle. The sword's blade was etched with visible patterns and it had rare feather-like markings.

Just as she was about to talk back, Alex had already lunged towards the two Immortal peacocks without hesitation. This was precisely what the two peacocks wanted. “You’re Alex Rockefeller, right? You worked with the Undead to kill our sacred nun and ate our people’s flesh! Such audacity, yet you still dare to challenge us out of spite? You’re asking for it at this point!” The peacock grabbed a sword. The colorful and shiny sword looked like a feather. It was actually made out of real peacock feathers, where every Peacock tribe member had one. Using part of their body and soul, these swords were indeed treasures.

Lord Lavendori nodded and he tapped on his bracelet, making it glow before a sword started materializing in his hand that he raised. The sword was longer than I expected it to appear. It had a bare handle, without any type of leather or cloth wrapped around it to make it comfortable to hold. And as it neared the blade, it was slightly curved, to act as the guard. Despite that, the detail on it, the carved feathers, was a sight to behold. The blade was straight, single-edged, and had an upswept point.