Gleam Eyes Sword Art Online Novels & Stories

His eyes became even sharper as he yelled, "Northern Dark Divine Sword!" "Swoosh!" The Northern Dark Mystic Ice Sword emitted a bright cyan light that enveloped a radius of a thousand feet as it charged at Xiao Chen. Xiao Chen swung his sword, and the Autumn Water Sword also erupted with a thousand-feet-long ray of light. Both swords met in a collision.

Any member of the royal elves could draw power from the forest and from the tree of life. Arth’s sword began to glow and float towards him. He held his yellow glowing sword by his right hand. “He’s storing energy…” The maester thought. “For an ultimate blow.” Arth raised his sword with his right hand and the yellow energy lights gathered around it. The eyes of the general narrowed as he saw the lights possessing the yellow sword. This is somehow familiar… He thought. As more lights go within the sword, it began to glow brighter. Suddenly, Arth widened his eyes in flash speed.

I barely noticed the scarring anymore, but seeing her whole again stung my eyes. I’m not the most emotional person — no, it’s true — but the chance to see her again without disfigurement choked me up. Because I’m shallow? Because I’m a huge nancy? Who knows? Emotions aren’t something you can control easily, especially when you’ve never owned any before. And the other thing that caught my attention was the glowing sword in her hand. Talk about burying the lead. When I say glowing sword, I don’t mean lightsaber — although that would have been awesome — I mean an actual sword, but insubstantial. A ghost sword.

It's a lot different when you're in the shit. My blade started to glow blue. I was preparing for a [Raiden's Finger]. I lifted my sword into the air forming a large blue electric blade. I was going to cut down Syllia when a dwarf appeared in front of her. He had a knife in each hand, and around his feet, wind was swirling.

Shockingly, there's a gleam of glory in his eyes as he exclaimed, “The Detector Sword!” Altara catching her breath this time, blood spatteted like river from her mouth. She staggered backward, away from the one who stab the Detector Sword to the deepest of her heart. Just as she fell in her knees, he felt his heart stabbed and he groaned so loud that shelves shivered around.

He knew himself that he cant buy a good sword as he have to buy body tempering technique too with this little amount of money. As he tried to pick a sword he saw a beautiful black sword in the corner of rack, Theo mesmerized and uttered," what a beautiful black sword", suddenly from back he heard the word," isn't it beautiful, to sad the cultivator from whom i got the sword told me that this sword cannot cut anything, its dull sword". Suddenly as if deciding something Theo decide that he will take that sword. Theo walked out of the blacksmith shop shouting," Thank you, old man jiang"

Marcus was worried that I might die anytime soon, whereas I was worried that he might stay alive for far too long. Before the plane took off, I dug out my phone and texted my best friend, Lucy Everdeen. "You can start the plan now." Lucy was my only friend who witnessed the difficult challenges Marcus and I had faced throughout our relationship. That was why she desired to avenge me the most when she found out that I had been hurt by the Lamberts and Sylvia. Her presence gave me the courage and reassurance to deal with the Lamberts once and for all. Once Marcus and I reached Margonia, I confiscated Marcus' phone using the excuse that I did not want to be disturbed by others. Then, I dragged

An icy layer of thin ice formed in the air around Mirozlav, and a potent icy blue aura radiated from his sword. "..He always told me to keep an eye on you whenever there was news of your growth as a hero. Though I firmly believe that the 'Zimne-Zerkal'nyy' sword style he taught me is second to none, I want to determine if the legacy he left behind truly aligns with his twisted vision." The arena is currently filled with delicate ice crystals, arranged throughout like a labyrinth adorned with mirrors. Images of Mirozlav surge forth from all sides of the slender ice panels surrounding Gabrielle.

He groaned. Steam had filled the room, so when I was finally able to opened my eyes, Waylon was barely visible but his black eyes were clear as day.

P E R S E U S My grip on the sword tightened until my knuckles ached under the pressure. I didn’t blink, didn’t breathe—just glared at Thomas as his cold eyes finally locked onto mine. Fresh blood splattered his face and dripped from his blade, dark and still wet. He looked like he’d just carved his way through the outskirts of the battle, eager and unhinged.