Goblin Sword Novels & Stories

Ruby's sword was sent flying off somewhere. The baboon used its claws to attack her again. It was even faster and stronger than before. The ground where Ruby previously stood was crushed like a biscuit. Ruby jumped on the tree. She didn't get the chance to take a breath before the baboon used its claws to tear down several trees at once, as if it was made of paper. "Fireblaze!" Ruby called out to her sword midair. The sword immediately response by flying right into her hand. Her landing was a little unstable. She stumbled and rolled onto her back. Ruby instantly scrambled back up and somersaulted backwards when the demon nearly flattened her under its palm like a pancake.

Gwen I climbed down from my horse and ran blindly in the snow. Arrows darken the sky like a swarm of deadly hornets, raining down upon the combatants with relentless fury. Shields clash as soldiers form a shield wall, bracing against the onslaught. Swords flash in the sunlight, carving through the chaos with deadly precision. Amidst the chaos, champions emerge, their valour shining like beacons in the midst of darkness. But they are slaughtered. They rally their comrades, leading charges and striking down foes with legendary prowess. Yet, even the bravest warriors falter in the face of overwhelming odds.

Sebastian hesitated slightly at her words, then gently placed his hands on Lily Moon's slender waist. As their hands touched, he could feel Lily Moon's delicate body trembling ever so slightly. "Senior Sister, this is much better," Sebastian teased. "Well... that's good. I'll start moving. It'll be fast; if you're uncomfortable, just endure it." Hearing this, Sebastian felt a bit awkward; his mind had wandered. He was guilty and wanted to make amends. Without further delay, Lily Moon, with a wave of her jade-like hand, summoned a slender azure sword that swiftly expanded into a broad-bladed giant sword, cutting through the air like a swift goose and heading towards the distant horizon.

And there, ahead, where the valley narrowed into the mouth of the pass itself, was a scene of tense stalemate. On one side of a rushing, glacial river, a makeshift camp flew the banners of several eastern lowland lords—a silver gryphon, a green serpent, a black tower. Perhaps two hundred men-at-arms were arrayed in disciplined ranks, their pikes gleaming dully in the overcast light. At their head, on a sleek chestnut horse, was a man in polished half-plate: Lord Gryffen, his face handsome and cruel under a trimmed beard.

Rain was pouring heavily, leaving some loose strands of hair dangling around her drenched face. Her black converse bonnet is soaking wet and it felt so frore on her head. Calming herself, she listened to the voice in her head, having no other options for help. The creature before her kept grunting as if speaking in a language she doesn't understand. "Now Luna, orcs are VERY dumb. All you need to do is repeat after me, and by my signal you should sprint to the direction I told you—to that dark alleyway."

"I…...Supreme Alpha Sheila Mahamanga of all the supernatural world…….hereby send you Eden Rastol back painfully to the abyss…... of eternal pain….., may you never reincarnate again!" She concluded and tried to stab me with the sword. "Skrah………..ahhh…...ahhh……" Mighty thunderstruck, repeatedly as the sword fell from her hand, she looked enraged, but that wasn't all as mighty and heavy wind began to blow, the fire around us lit out. "How dare you, how dare the moon goddess stop my ritual, I will kill you by myself……!!!" She roared in anger and made to choke my neck, a piercing light suddenly shuns from the necklace around my neck, blocking her sight

Exactly as seen earlier in the castle. The sword. “What does that one do?” I asked, pointing to it. “It drinks blood. For anyone it kills, their blood is stored in the blade. You would try to always have a clothing between you and the hilt” That did not sound more beneficial than fairy dust. “So how useful would it be to protect me?” With only a smile, “very” Time to close the deal. “I have one silver coin” playing with the coins against my fingers. “Make it three and we have a deal”

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.

He fought the overpowering urge to summon his dragon and hail down fire and brimstone upon Lord Orc and his kind, destroying every single one of them savages. “Good d-day, my dist-tinguis-shed k-kings.” The globin welcomed, sauntering to the front of the cave, his eyes round with mischief. “Today-y, we h-have some rare, m-magical relics for the p-possessions of kings.” A boisterous cheer and applause resounded and the goblin giggled, his head stiff to his neck. “B-bring in the first item-m.” He waved over a younger globin who wheeled in a double-edged silver sword.