Gladio Sword Novels & Stories

Third Person's POV If his skills would improve, he could also help take some pressure off Adelaide. She picked up the last weapon. The sword had a dull, dark sheen. The hilt was made from a beast's skull, the guard was carved into a ferocious wolf's head, and the crossguard was embedded with a power-charged wolf-eye stone.

“Oh, yes. That sling belonged to the greatest king Jerusalem ever had. The king was only a young man—about your age, actually—when he used that sling against an enemy much greater than he. Nevertheless, he emerged victorious. But never mind that now—this is what I wanted to show you.” He pointed to a case that held a bronze-colored sword that was shaped in the traditional Greek style, as if the tip of a broad leaf had been pulled and stretched. Its blade was maybe three feet long, the hilt was wrapped in aged leather, with only a small hand guard. Beneath the sword lay a simply stylized shield made of the same polished metal. The simple but yet loving craftsmanship of the sword and shield me

At this point all eyes were on the two than it happened everyone was left mouth open Celeas wings were finally out, unlike her father's black ones her were a silver gray probably the combination of his black ones and her mother's most likely withe onse she then picked her swords up from the ground and attack him, their fight was impossible to keep up with, the only thing they could see was a golden light looking like a falling star moving from one place to another " they are insane..." Salma the war was now only between Celea and her father while the others stood by and watched their fight, Draco than went up and picked Dereus up knowing Celea cared a lot about him he wanted to protect him,

Watching his flanks collapse, his squad get picked apart, with the calm patience of a man who'd already factored in these losses. Because I was exactly where he wanted me. "There you are," he said. He was tall in person. Taller than Valtherion. Lean, angular, with the economy of movement that spoke of decades of combat. Gray at the temples. Pale eyes that reflected the moonlight like mirrors. A long silver blade in each hand, not ornamental. Working weapons. The edges hummed with something that made my shadow bloodline recoil. Anti-bloodline steel. Forged specifically to cut through ancient power.

The sheath was white with the painting of a dragon breathing fire around it. Paenyrah presented it to me, and I chuckled lightly as I took it from her. “Now, this makes a gun look old fashioned.” I muttered, unsheathing the sword calmly. The silver plated sword shone brightly in the room, and I knew I was set for what needed to be done. “Do you remember its name?” Paenyrah asked, and I chuckled. “How could I forget the Legion?” I asked, and she smirked.

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.

It shattered, splitting apart like glass under pressure. For a moment, everything froze. Then I saw it. My sword, it was glowing. A soft, fiery light danced along the edges. Alive. “What the hell…” Aegon said behind me, his voice low. He stepped forward, examining the remains. His brows furrowed deep. “This dummy is built with carbon fiber,” he said. “That’s not supposed to happen.” He looked at me, something hard in his eyes now. “Jules… what was that?”

Ding Hao swallowed hard; he moved away his eyes from the black spinels, and saw a long saber floating in the space. It was a quaint-looking long saber, a bit like the podao used by the army of the cold weapon era in his previous life. The saber had a broad spine and a long edge, molded in a soft streamline. Three blood grooves were carved along the blade, like sprawling dragons and phoenixes. The blade was slightly narrower towards the handle, and the hilt was extremely long, which was more than enough for both hands to grasp. The entire saber, with no complicated pattern or engraving, looked extremely simple.

I looked carefully at what they were holding and I found out that the swords they were using were not all the same. I'm not really familiar with swords but I know that some of them are bokkens and gladius? I didn't know that there were still gladius in the 20th century. Based on my basic knowledge, gladius is a dual edge sword with a wooden hilt. It is a weapon common in northern europe as it was an early ancient thrusting shortsword for legionaries in the 3rd century BC. Trivia eh?

" Mary enraged attacked philía and flailed her three times in a row. philía steals Mary's Glaive. ' A glaive is a European polearm, consisting of a single-edged blade on the end of a pole. It is similar to the Japanese naginata, the Chinese guandao and pudao, the Korean woldo, the Russian sovnya, and the Siberian palma. " philía armed herself in a fighting stance, Mary was super happy to try to kill her... Mary said "I kill lots of Russians, but I'll love to kill you the most, you slut!"