Gladio Sword Novels & Stories

They didn’t know but the sword had a history to it, a history long buried and she only learnt it in the book her grandfather left her mother. The Maniz Gladius. A sword that held the blood of many during its days. Its short length provides an advantage in close-quarters combat and if maneuvered properly by the wielder, could prove to be adaptable to a long range combat. This particular sword in Tess’s hands was very flexible, suitable for her fluid, and light swordsmanship style. “It’s a good sword.” Tess said firmly but with a breathy smile. “Find a good sheath for me, preferably one with fur.”

The crowd could feel that the heat and cold had collided while looking at the swords on the stage. “Let me introduce to you the Blaze Wild Sword and the Deadly Glaze Sword. Blaze Wild Sword is a must be suggested for the people who had fire attributes and were accustomed to fire. The Deadly Glaze Sword is for the people who had Ice attributes. These swords are made by a Grade 5 Novice Armament Master.” Lark Oz said while showing them the swords that Luna had made.

They want the kingdom for themselves. They started plotting on how to kill Zeus and Artemis but the only problem was that gods can't be killed with a mare weapon, they can only be killed by a sword called "Ancient Gladius" Ancient Gladius is not just an ordinary sword, It's a sword forged from the past souls of the dead gods. The sword was created by a sorcerer called " Adwen". Adwen created the Ancient Gladius during the first battle in the kingdom. The sword was used by the four gods' father to stop their enemies which were successful and after the battle, their father cast a spell on the sword and it vanished to where no one could find it.

Any day could be my last day and I hoped today was not it. I looked at the sword I held; it was sharp, strong, and shiny. Much better quality than what was available in the Gladiator barracks. The inscription on the bade glistened under the sun, I had no idea what it said, but the style of the scripture reminded me of Lamia’s own swords. The ones she used to channel her power, making them glow an ethereal green or golden color. The ones that I had watched her use to slice through hoards of enemies. I briefly wondered about her, and what she was going through. If she was having just as hard a time as I did when she went missing. She would be 5 months pregnant now and I was determined to get b

Edric muttered under his breath as he arranged the books and parchments on his desk. Arth took his time to look around the den. Shelves made of redwood had stored and contained a few books, rolled scrolls, and parchments. He came into a cabinet and opened it, revealing a couple of clothes and hides, including boots, gloves, and capes. The next shelf displayed a sword and armor. Arth touched the cold blade of the sword and remembered Blackwinter before. Though he had acquired the Legendary Cursed Sword of Glacia, he still missed his first sword, the only sword that had been with him growing up and training as a warrior.

Theo drag his body out of the stream to shore and laid back making the huffing sound. It was Theo first battle, and it was the hardest battle of all, and as well as Theo regret not bringing his sword, because it would be a little bit easy, with the black sword, over time during the practices, Theo notice that the black sword was too sharp, and feel regretted and thankful for the person who sold it without knowing anything.

“In the short time I’d known Dominic, I had no idea he was even with someone! You could have been here with him instead of in another Pack—” “We kept our relationship quiet, and only one Pack Witch is needed—” “Then don’t come crying to me that he was taken from you.” I tried to step closer, but the sword stopped my advance. I knew this wouldn’t work, but I couldn’t just stand here and die. “Gladio, transfige eam!” I yelled, ordering the sword to run her through. Nothing.

He couldn't help it, he laughed out loud. "That's my sword love." He said approaching her. She tightened her stance and pointed the sword at him. "Well then I think I won?" She smiled at him. "Sword!" He yelled. Jason unhooked his sword and stepped forward handing his sword to Gavin. His sword had a beautiful golden handle that shined in the sunlight. It was much thicker than Gavin's. Gavin's sword was lighter and felt good in Morgan's hand. It was silver which differed from most of the men on the ship. It was definitely heavier than swords she had used before but she would make this work. They stared at each other for a moment waiting to see who would attack first.

His eyes look intently into his opponents as he aims his sword with purpose. His opponent is just as impressive. He’s tall and muscular, with a shaved head and intense silver eyes. They both look like embodiments of masculine perfection. Bree grips my elbow with her eyes are as wide as saucers. “Holy shit. Look at those two. They look like those hot gladiators from that cable show.” I nod my head, never taking my eyes off the man’s form. I don't want to blink. My mouth dries at the delicious sight before me.

My fingers are on my chin as I crouched and looked at it. The cover or the sheath was silver with a few pints of gold, I don't understand the engravings etched on it. Because of my curiosity, I held it and released it from its sheath. Unlike other sword, its blade was bluish and silver, the handle was wood in color and the cover was glass. It was not as heavy as it look. I lifted it up and swayed it... Imagining I was a samurai fighting some bad guys. I chuckled.