Novel & Cerita First Immortal Of The Sword

" Am immortal " " Yes that's why you're best fit for it... Immortal can survive it but ordinary supernatural can't.... There's a ring that steals the power from magical sword..you still have it don't you... When he wants to kill you make sure you touch the sword with the ring.. It will steal the powers of the sword making it ordinary, he kills you with it but you pretend to be dead.. He think he killed Diana....Diana who's you now will act your role of fury.. He'll propose his Plan which Klaus will resist until he threatens the kid... I finally leave with the kids and you agree to help him... Before leaving use your sword to touch the ring on Morgana's hand.. The power of the sword will be t

He saw a long sword shining with nine-colored light coming out of its sheath and appearing in his palm. "When the Flying Immortal appears, no one can stop it!" Ye Kai's eyes were like torches, and he activated the sword technique. In an instant, a dazzling sword light suddenly burst out from the nine-colored long sword, as if it could melt the world! Vaguely, it looked like the sun had descended! The blazing sword light quickly burned and devoured all the bladed energy of Zephyr Khan. "Brat, obediently accept your death!" "Kill!"

I asked, my voice quivering as I unconsciously made direct eye contact with Vincent. “We don’t know. We don’t have to!” Karima’s eyes darted around the room, her fingers fidgeting with the edge of her shirt. “Stop it,” she hissed, her voice barely more than a breath. “You don’t know who’s listening… we shouldn’t even be talking about this.” Vincent’s gaze flicked between Karima and me, his expression unreadable but cautious. “No one knows the exact details, but rumors say he was the first and only weak blood to have activated his immortality genes, so they call him the First,” he said, holding my gaze, his every word burying like a corpse in my chest.

I whispered in awe as I watched my childhood obsession right before me, in the flesh. Nytheria, the sword of Aramun, the first immortal prince of the royal line of werewolves, the first lycan, personally gifted by the moon goddess. The sword grand prince Aramun used to slay the demon prince a thousand years ago was in my new room staring at me.

Alexia sarcastically asked her. " NO! NOOOOO!!!!!! " Cristelle shouted while she's rushing to Alexia to fight and kill her. Alexia uses her Xiphos Sword to fight back. Alexia stabbed Cristelle to the right but Cristelle duck to the left. Cristelle moves so fast that's why she immediately kicks Alexia in her stomach that caused her to fall as well as her sword. Cristelle quickly got the sword and then she ran to Alexia as well. Cristelle's gonna stab her while she has an opportunity but something happened. Cristelle's hand tightened, frozen and can't move it.

He walked towards me, grabs me by the arm and hugged me tightly. “Destiny, please come back” I heard him crying. “Hikaru…” I returned his hug and rest my head on his shoulder. As he wipes his tears from his face, he apologizes. He sat down again, his head was looking at the ground. “You’ve inherited Destiny’s sword, might as well have her throne.” “NO” I shortly replied, he looked at me. “And never ever!” an angry voice was heard. Hikaru stood up in surprise, I was still holding the sword. On the staircase stands, Aiomi.

The hardening between his legs, the way his fangs elongated just from her scent, alerted him to just how inviting she was to him. She felt it to. The heavy scent of her arousal wafted towards him, pungent yet sweet. Ripples of desire washed over her flesh, cheeks flushing. Yet, she denied it. Of course she would. They had only just met. Being immortal, Malik had learned long ago that life was fleeting. It was best to simply take what you wanted, when you wanted it. But with Annabelle, Malik found himself unable to take what he desired from her. He ached to hear words of acceptance fall from her tongue. Until that moment, he would do nothing to break her.

I did, and they continued chanting. “The one who had killed the immortals must be killed.” “Kill the immortal's murderer!!!!!!”

His grip was firm, pulling her to her feet with ease. Her ankle protested, but she put weight on it, refusing to show weakness. "The ground bested me, not you," she stated, brushing dirt from her leathers. "A battlefield includes the ground," he replied. "You said so yourself." He retrieved her sword and handed it to her, hilt first. "You fight... differently." "So do you. For a prince." A faint, almost real smile touched his lips. "For a prince." He paused. "You held back your word. You play the lady today. Without complaint."

As red as crimson and as deadly as a plague, the name of the immortal sword was Limitless. Limitless could not be broken, neither could it be dented. It required no maintenance like regular blades, and didn’t require the nourishing of the soul like other soul weapons. It was a sword that was as unusual as its origins; and it was the one used by the Heavenly Demon.