Flower Sword Novels & Stories

The pendant appeared to consist of a strange flower she couldn’t identify, an intricate sword crossed with a sceptre. “It’s beautiful, though I don’t understand what half of it means or what it’s made of. We need to keep this from the University’s people, that’s for sure.” “To be safe, it should return with us,” Larin stated. “That’s a metal made by the Fae. The original rulers melted down a Fae weapon after winning the battle that pushed them away from us for the last time. That’s the bloom of the Harrow Bush. They have crushed its petals into a poison deadly to kill the Fae. The sword represents the weapon used to push them back and of course the sceptre is to represent our ability to rule

Sweat stung her eyes as Nya swung the sword around, just in time to block Rok’s steel blade. The reverberation shook all the way up her arm, but she didn’t have time to let the ache distract her as Rok was bringing the sword around again, this time from the other direction. The tip of the blade almost caught her underneath the chin, but she managed to jump back, raising her arms and shoulders to make herself smaller in the middle. The blade flew up into the air, missing her, but it wasn’t headed away from her for long. Rok was relentless, swiveling around in a full circle and bringing his sword along, ready to cut her in the middle. She was wearing a metal chest plate, but most of her body w

Its single-target destructive power was undoubtedly even more terrifying! At this moment! They could clearly see it! Above the sky, a 3km long sword light that shook the heavens and the earth descended fiercely like the radiance of the scorching sun that slashed through the sky, and it swept down towards the Cyan Feathered Flower! Buzz! Buzz! When that Cyan Feathered Flower saw this situation, the flowers and leaves on its body once again began to sway rapidly. After which, they formed numerous strange runes... In the end! These strange runes converged into a red sword light again, emitting an extremely evil fluctuation. In an unshakable manner, it rushed to the sword skill of Zephyr Khan!

"Yea? It's a lily? What about it?" My answer made him snicker as he turned his head in my direction. "It's not a lily. It's called Elnea. It's a flower tended to by the flora fairies that used to follow Eleanor's orders. The sword was what Eleanor knew how to use the best. Eleanor smells like Elnea." So, the flowery scent I smell on Eleanor is Elnea? "So, it has nothing to do with your glory?"

The letter didn't have a header and it didn't say from who it was either. It's the wind, can't you hear it? The sound is melodic, almost a whisper. Little by little, the voice turns brittle. Drop after drop, the tears don't cease to stop. The tune itself surrounds her, and like a spell her thoughts drown in the well. A soft murmur caresses her petals that are so thin, the light in her eyes slowly turning dim. The sigh of defeat makes the whistling howls of the wind freeze. Everything stops just as the rose falls.

And like that I went to bed and fell asleep. I found myself in the same place as my last dream, except when Zephyr went to kill my parents, I turned away and just wished for dawn to come. I suddenly saw something glimmer in the corner of my eye. It was drawing me in. It was as if it was telling me to reach for it, and reach for it I did. It was an intricately designed sword. The handle was shaped like a golden tree, while the blade was engraved with flowers on the sides. The left side had blooming roses and the right, dead withered ones.

I need my sword. Reaching behind my back, I feel the cool, smooth texture of my marking shift beneath my fingers. There’s a brief moment where the ink pulses, almost as if it’s alive, before it solidifies into the hilt of my sword. I draw it out, feeling the familiar weight settle into my hand. The blade hums with energy, a glowing blue that pulses in time with my heartbeat. This sword is mine, a part of me, born of my blood and soul. Athena’s gift, forged from my very essence.

Suddenly, he jumped into the air and yelled, "Boundless heaven and earth, universal Storm of Swords!" The weather immediately changed. The light from the Unsullied Sword grew multiple times brighter and produced countless sword illusions that danced around Xiao Chen. The tightly condensed sword lights bounced off the whiteness of the snow. The crowd below gasped in shock. The Storm of Swords was one of the most abstruse sword arts among the cultivation sects. A perfected spell could alarm even gods and ghosts in the world. It was capable of turning opponents into dust at once.

The castle held its silence like a tomb. Not even the wind dared stir through the narrow windows as dawn’s first light crept across the stones, staining the chamber in muted silver. Freya ambled to the door, her limbs trembling beneath the weight of truths too sharp to carry. The Sword of Flame rested in her palm. Its silver-ash blade shimmered faintly, not with reflected light, but with its own pulse, an ancient heartbeat answering to her blood. In her hold, it thrummed with recognition, as if it had been waiting.

"Yes, Teacher!" Paisley laid out the weapons she had brought. The dark iron tray glowed with the wolves' unique shadow-light—each weapon was imbued with a faint soul energy. She first picked up a long, slender sword. Silver, cloud-like patterns floated on the blade, and the grip was wrapped in deer hide soaked in wolf blood. "Ellen, this 'Clear Wind Wolf Soul Sword' suits you best. When you swing it, it can draw on your pheromones to increase speed. I hope you continue to advance your swordsmanship."