Flame Longsword Novels & Stories

Trial I: The Trial of FlameTheme: Power The heat was immediate. A furnace, yes, but more than that. It breathed. It lived. Fire crawled along the chamber walls like serpents, coiling and watching. The flames spoke in voices not heard in centuries, crackling tongues shaped from memory and judgment. “You have worn power,” the flame said. “But have you surrendered it?” A sword appeared before her. Her sword. The Blade of Caladris, but twisted, heavier, wrong. It pulsed with old violence. Echoed with every name she had spoken in war. Every death it had delivered.

She slowly extended a hand and gripped the sword on her back. Once again, she drew her sword. Instantly, a chill ran through the air. Isolde held the sword in her right hand, in front of her chest. Then, she used her left index and middle finger to gently stroke the blade. Her movements were tender, as though caressing a lover. "Its name is Swanflight. It is 33 inches long and 1 inch wide. It was forged by the first leader of the Lunaria Order, and it has been passed down for over 500 years. It is known as one of the three divine weapons of Daneast."

Boom! Large swathes of flames containing the final law’s energy that differed from this world rushed toward the several hundred black-clothed guards. They were not as strong as the Great Flame Spell that Alex had spewed out, but the mirror images followed suit. At the same time, the others acted almost simultaneously. Neela’s Ice Dragon Breath. The flaming phoenix’s Thousand Feathered Swords. This time, it was the real Thousand Feathered Swords, so it was definitely fast enough. After the two Kylins’ eyes met, they consecutively unleashed their tribe’s supernatural power. It was also some kind of flame spell.

ßenlong exclaims. Alfi smiles and hops to ßenlong. He draws Tipit from his bracelet. The black silver Iru cloaks it in turning it into an eerie black spear with a black flame on its edge. There’s a snake motif on the haft. Lembuswana looks angered seeing ßenlong that has determined to fight him. “ßenlong?! Oh? You are approaching me? Instead of running away, you are coming right to me?” Lembuswana said arrogantly.

However, we stopped dead in our tracks as soon as we saw the knife in Lenore’s hand. It was a Dragon Blade. That knife was infused with magic that can easily kill a human and poison a dragon to the point of death. It has been forbidden in Naga and many tribes for nearly two decades for that very reason. Possession was punishable by lashing and imprisonment or banishment after the knife was supposedly confiscated and destroyed. However, Avery reacted and ran before we could do anything; but I was going to do something. I pretended that I didn't see what just happened because I felt that was the best way to keep Avery safe until I could punish Jessica and her friends, “There you all are. The G

Now, only power spoke. Gloria knelt first, laying a talon-shaped blade across her knees. Its hilt was carved from bone that pulsed faintly in the darkness, like a heartbeat echoing through the ground. The air grew colder around her, coiling like serpents, and her lips moved without sound. The frost crawling along her skin wasn’t entirely natural; it was the blade calling to her, the spirits whispering their obedience.

I pronounce, trying to sound firm, but my voice betrays me, coming out quietly. Flavius laughs once more, putting a hand behind his head, ruffling his curls. "I've got something to show you,” he tells me. Slowly he pulls the cloth wrapped sword from behind his back. Removing the cloth, he reveals a freshly made steel broad sword that stands at about three and a half feet long. Placing the sword in my hands, I lift it up testing the weight. I run my fingers along the sharpened blade. He truly is a master craftsman; I have never seen such a sword in my entire life. This human has a talent like no other, dragons are known for building master weaponry, but this is even better than some of the sw

I stood upright despite my trembling legs, gasping for breath. The sorcerer moved closer. With a swift motion, he created a long ice blade glowing with an icy blue light in his hand. The blade shot forward and carved a deep diagonal slash across my chest. The pain was unbearable. I staggered backwards, pressing a hand against the wound. My blood poured freely, dripping onto the stone floor. But then something strange happened. The blood that touched the ice blade suddenly ignited. Not ordinary fire—this fire was black, yet hotter than any normal flame.

The halo above him doubled in size and prayers filled the entire canyon as the holy light around him turned into holy flames. Constantine was standing among the holy flames like an angel, solemn and sacred. There was a flame between his palms as well, burning so brightly it threatened to destroy everything as he hurled attack after attack toward Suelyn. Eileen gritted her teeth as well. A spirit flame around a meter tall rose up around her as her Infernal Blades doubled in power. A thousand swords turned into ten thousand this time, firmly holding Suelyn down as they swung at her mercilessly. The enraged Suelyn whipped her blood sword around, deflecting every one of Eileen's swords that came

I cried out. Suddenly, a short sword appeared in my hands. The center of the sword is divided into two, and dramatic teeth run along both sides of the blade. An image of a dragon breathing flame was also adding detail to the side of the painted blade. The design finishes with black cord wrapped around the handle of the dragon sword. If you are to stab someone with the sword, two puncture marks will appear. With a quick estimation, I guessed the sword to be about 25 inches long and the thickness, I assumed it to be 3 millimetres.