God Of Swords Novels & Stories

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,

I was the only one still trapped in the hatred of three years ago. I lit the candles and bowed my head before them. "Mom. Baby. I saw them again. "Julian Sterling thinks I'm going to save him." I gave a cold laugh. "This time, I'll send them to hell with my own hands."

“Time I start being serious.” As soon as he said those words, the trio, Ashwin, Llewellyn and Odin appeared. Their obsidian scalera's glaring at the living deity with hate and fury that was uncontested. Ashwin darted forward, Fire enveloping his skin, turning him into a living torch of conflagration. He reared his hand and punched the air releasing a massive torrent of scorching, and disintegrating flames towards Nave. The God targeted merely feigned the flames as an annoyance and swung the holy sword releasing a slash that had banishing properties. The slash tore right through the flames and pulled them with it, erasing them from existence ensuring the Nave survives the attack.

You see, the Blade Lord was different from the Sword God. The Sword God took pride in learning many techniques and incorporating them into each other to create a variety of sword skills that were useful for every situation. There was the Swallowtail Sword, Gentleman’s Sword, Warrior’s Wrath, and Mountainous Sword. Each of these three sword arts had their own techniques, and each was meant for a different group of people. The Mountainous Sword was meant for heavy sword users, while the Swallowtail Sword was perfect for those who prioritized speed over brute strength. As for the Gentleman’s Sword, it was a sword art that was meant for those with calm and unruffled temperaments. On the contrary

It was Stephen's last shift and he was doing wonders cheering me up. I had just finished in a private booth when he waved me over. "Number four please!" He handed me a drink. I looked down and it was vodka. Straight. No ice. My stomach dropped as I walked over, my legs like jelly. As I got closer I saw it was him. At arm's length I put the drink down and turned. "Harper." "No." "Please," I felt him behind me and he grabbed my arm. "Please let me explain, I’m sorry I,”

Its three heads and six arms trembled, and in a flash, it transformed into three separate daemonic gods. Each of the three daemonic gods wielded a different weapon: a long sword, a steel whip, and a large saber. They launched a combined attack, crashing down on the battlefield like a storm. Kayne commanded, "Fall back, everyone! Leave this to me! Sword Rain!" The sword case on his back suddenly opened, and countless sword rays shot out from it. Under Kayne’s control, the myriad sword rays formed into a rain of swords, splitting into three streams that targeted the three daemonic gods.

I scream, swinging my weapons again in an attempt to connect with his dark flesh. “Not this time Aodh. You will not have her!” Kellen shouts coming in and laying a fast attack on the god. The deathly and ugly god cackles, stepping back from our attacks. To our horror two more arms unfold from under his armor. They too produce swords like magic. “Fuck,” I hear Kellen gasp, “This did not happen before.” The astonished tone of his voice only mirrored my thoughts as I watched the underworld god twist and rotate his swords, advancing toward us.

When the sword was cut out, both gods and ghosts were shocked. "This sword of mine is called 'cry of Ghosts and Gods', which is a first-class peerless sword in the world. It is said that it is made of meteorites from outer space. When it is wielded, all the ghosts and gods will cry. Now do you know why you can't defeat it? If you have the ability, let the ghosts and gods cry!" The Japanese Sword Sage said arrogantly.

As he gains his balance, she immediately pounces on him and swings the glass piece once again. Blood splashes onto Leonardo’s face as he lets out a pained cry. He had blocked the glass with his right arm. While they are still close to each other, he takes this moment to swing his fist at her, making a direct hit to her eye. Meanwhile, Goldie still doesn’t know what a phone is. Giving up on his search, he focuses his attention on the other two. Certain parts of the walls and the floor were coated with a new deep shade of red. Katcha stands up, getting more blood on the floor and the furniture, she notices Goldie and swings her glass piece at him. Before she could get close, her arm suddenly

“Hmm? Well, if you’re interested, the first sword goes by Xyan, the Sword of Divinity. As for the second and third ones, they’re Xyan, the Sword of Benevolence, and Xenith, the Sword of Sovereignty… Empyrean was the fourth sword, I believe, and it’s the Sword of Might. The Sword of Nobility, on the other hand, is Titan, which is also the fifth sword.” “As for swords six and seven, both of them are the Swords of Love, Gwaine and Morgen. The eighth sword is the one you’re currently wielding, Fishgut, the Sword of Courage. If I remember correctly, the ninth one is called Jochem, the Sword of Solitary, and as for the final sword, it goes by the name of Charmella, the Sword of Elegance!” “Each of