Female Swordsman Anime Novels & Stories

Ansh was standing at his place smiling a pained smile. Shama took out her sword and walked forward. The general signalled the soldiers to fight them. All the soldiers surrounded Shama. Shama swayed her sword slaying each one of their soldiers in just one move. Her sword was like a thunder lightening. Blood splashed on her face as she did so. Shama had no reaction towards the blood. Fire was blazing in her hands and she put all the bodies on fire.

Fresh blood was spilled into her hands and even into her delicately beautiful white hair when she drew back the sword. She faced her assistants and told them, "Caleb, Kei, be careful." "Yes, we will, master," Caleb replied. "You too, master," Kei told her. She nodded and faced another Aquan Knight. Her hands hold the sword handle expertly. Her great fighting skill naturally came out when she turned fifteen without anyone to train her. She can fight using any weapon or even just a bare hand. She doesn't know why she meddles with this war between the Aquans and the woman with the same mark as hers. But, that's what her mind is saying. She stepped sideward and swung her arms to slash the swor

It was obvious that this man was the scion of the Origin Sword Style, Sora Yamamoto. Sora did not think much about the death of the Origin Sword Style elites. He did not even feel much about their death, as if their death had nothing to do with him. "Sir, it's not that the woman is strong. It's the simple fact that no one expected her to have the Royal Flush with her… And she has plenty of it too. From the results of us testing her, the woman isn't saving the Royal Flush for something else when she had her bodyguards use them. I suspect that she had an unlimited supply of it."

Being too distracted as I am, by the time I look back at her— her sword is nearly cutting my body. At that time… that moment… It’s as if my body was taken over for a moment. “One-Handed Sword Arts— Full Swing!” WHAM!!!!!!!!! When I realize it, Kuroyuki was sent blasting away like a cannonball. Both of her weapons broke, but her body was hard— like a diamond. I was expecting her to be taking some damage, and I was expecting her to be losing conscious by now. But the duel did not end. This means— she’s still conscious.

The burns from holy magic earlier made it feel like her skin was peeling off everytime she moved. Who was attacking her out of nowhere like this? The speed and precision of these attacks were something else. Yet Crymillia’s focus was only to escape right now. ‘How much longer Pearl?’ :Just a few more seconds: ‘Hurry up!’ Crymillia kept backing away, dodging and parrying the attacks. The attacker was using a foil type sword. The thin sword was very sharp and can bend, perfect for people with great speed and agility. A woman with very soft blue hair that one might mistake it as white was on the other end of the sword that had been constantly trying to stab Crymillia. Her eyes were bright yello

The princess singlehandedly beat everyone that faces her one after the other as she pushed through to Luna, another in red lashing outfits and a symbolic scarf covering from the nose down to the shoulders raged with a katana sword at Wren swiftly, a side step movement to the Princess’s left along a lower slash which Wren dodged by rotating over then followed a consecutive upper and lower stabs which the princess also effortlessly dodged it all. Wren gave a quick breathe. Staring into her opponent’s rusty eyes in a stance. The ninja looking being was fast but not as fast as her Father’s quick jabs. Suddenly, two hands wearing a rivet unknowingly grabbed her ankles from the ground then many mo

Even in the heart of battle, she held an air of regal grace, a testament to her royal lineage. Morgana, a stark contrast, was a wild tempest of a woman. Her fiery red hair whipped around her in the gusty sea breeze, matching her bloodthirsty tendencies. Her eyes, burning with a craze not of this world, flickered with anticipation as she gripped her jagged blade. With a sharp cry, Morgana lunged at Amelia, her blade slicing through the air with deadly intent. Amelia parried the blow with a swift motion, her cutlass ringing against Morgana's blade. Their swords clashed, sparks flying as steel met steel.

And Morgana was once again thankful to have her mates by her side, she couldn't imagine what the Alpha was going through right now. Takaokami held out both hands, and she watched in silence as an object began to appear, gasping softly as it slowly solidified. In her mate's hands were two blood-red katana, the blades looked lethal to touch and the Ito wraps(material around the handles) were made with a shimmery black leather that looked suspiciously like dragon scales. The saya (Sheath) that held the double katana rippled with white pearl-like designs, and as she peered closer Morgana realized those designs were actually her mate's scales embedded in the saya itself.

"Sophie, are you even listening?" "Yes! Of course." A hell of a bloody no; his biceps and broad shoulders were more interesting, though. How would it feel if I ran my hands downward? Would he moan? Sage smirked. "I want you to remember that perhaps the most diverse and exotic types of swords are the Asian swords, which include straight, double-edged Chinese longswords (Jian) and single-edged Chinese sabers (Dao), as well as a myriad of other exotic weapons favored by martial artists the world over. See this?" Sage held the sword like it was his other hand, expertly and effortlessly. Impressive, though. He's been explaining it since forever, which bored her to death, yet all Sophie remembered

Zhou Fu then sat down at the table and brought his face closer to Feng Yaoshan then spoke to the man in a half whisper, “Unless you have a great bodyguard, at least like that female swordsman who mastered the Immortal God arts.” Feng Yaoshan raised an eyebrow in shock. He showed an expression of confusion when Zhou Fu spoke of a female swordsman who possessed the skill of the Immortal God. Seeing the sudden change of expression on Feng Yaoshan's face, Zhou Fu grabbed the man's wrist again. Zhou Fu looked at Feng Yaoshan with a sharp look in his eyes, while Shen Shen also watched the restless movements of Feng Yaoshan.