Galatine Sword Novels & Stories

"That makes sense. Stralath will see you back safely. Here's my number. Please consider the surgery—I have a medical team on standby." Galene shuffled to the door. The woman with the buzz cut stepped out of the way. As Galene walked past, she touched her arm. "If I were you, my biggest question would be, 'who sliced me up with a knife?' Whoever butchered you is not a friend. Or family." Galene froze in her tracks. Stralath scolded his teammate, but her words rang through Galene's tired brain. Family. Stralath led her down a broad set of stairs. Her knees shook.

’ everybody assumed impatiently. Tension of the crowd was aroused in alarm, their hearts raced with unwelcoming anticipation. Finally, a figure emerged from the huge waves as a victor, the sword of Eryndor– Eryndor, exhausted but triumphant, his Conch shell still clutched in his hand.

I asked. “Oh, yes! That’s the Herlin. It’s a sword that can get heavier. Jace could make it as heavy as a whole planet and he could also make it as light as air. So I urge you to be careful with him. After all, I designed and named those swords myself,” Gertrude giggled.

None of his members was left for the disciples of Ketist to arrest them. Bugatti was a little closer to Ketist Blay, so Ketist quickly raised his hands to release his power sword. The power sword is one of the category A weapons that could even kill mosquitoes. Ketist,Ketist,Ketist, let me tell you, you can't survive with your power sword. Bugatti quickly released rope to arrest Ketist Blay but the sword of Ketist was so fast about cutting the rope if it got closer to him.

Sophie stood beside me, her eyes wide with excitement. "Today, we will explore different types of weapons and find out which ones are most suitable for each of you," Scarllet announced, a mischievous gleam in her eyes. "Lina, why don't you start with the sword?" I eagerly nodded, taking a step forward to pick up an elegant sword with a silver hilt. It felt surprisingly natural in my grip as I swung it through the air, testing its weight and balance. Scarllet watched me closely, nodding in approval.

Almost disappearing into the sky, the sword transformed into a golden streak and shot back toward Adrian. While Gallahan assumed Adrian was merely trying to deceive him, Adrian remained calm. His gaze shifted to his right hand, where a pale golden electric ball appeared, crackling with thunder. Without hesitation, Adrian hurled the ball. Suddenly, a bang echoed, followed by a flash of dark golden light. The sword, which had just returned to Adrian, was now hidden within the golden lightning. Gallahan's protective barrier blocked the first golden flash, but the sword within managed to reach his brow. In his haste, Gallahan forcibly shifted his body, narrowly avoiding a fatal blow, though the

*What’s he talking about? *I have no idea* I lifted my hand and extended it towards Galterio. I promised to make this painful, I’m not one to break a promise. I let the smoke pour from my fingers and brought forth the shape of a blade. I like the feeling of it in my hand, I like the roughness of the cool ice. I looked over the sharp black weapon and then lifted my eyes to Galterio. Without giving myself a second to think about it, I thrust my hand forward. The tip of the hard ice pierced the skin of Galterio’s chest. As I pushed it deeper into his body, his head flew back and he howled. I twisted the blade into his flesh and pushed it deeper. Galterio’s howled turned from one of pain to some

Nearly all of their melee weapons took on some variant of the scythe’s form: Long-handled heavy war-scythes, long-handled light war-scythes, short-handled light war-scythes, double-edged war-scythes, gun-scythes, and many more besides. This was because the war-scythe was intimately bound to the racial class of the Gondarians: the Slaughter Knight. Many inherited battle techniques could only be executed in conjunction with a war-scythe. The weapon Lombart handed to Logo was a long-handled gun-scythe, 2.23 meters in length and 0.64 meters in width, forged from transcendent metal and layered with multiple enchantments. It could hook, thrust, and cleave with devastating force.

What’s he talking about? I have no idea I lifted my hand and extended it towards Galterio. I promised to make this painful, I’m not one to break a promise. I let the smoke pour from my fingers and brought forth the shape of a blade. I like the feeling of it in my hand, I like the roughness of the cool ice. I looked over the sharp black weapon and then lifted my eyes to Galterio. Without giving myself a second to think about it, I thrust my hand forward. The tip of the hard ice pierced the skin of Galterio’s chest. As I pushed it deeper into his body, his head flew back and he howled. I twisted the blade into his flesh and slowly pushed it deeper. Galterio’s howl turned from one of pain to so

she added, flinching. “Thank you, child,” Genève said as she reached behind her and grabbed her long blade, freshly sharpened. Calista’s eyes were wide with terror. “I thought you said I would live?” she shrieked. “You also claimed you would be honest,” Genève replied as she brought the sword down on top of Calista’s head.