God Of Swords Novels & Stories

His eyes burned gold, twin suns behind stormcloud lashes, and when they found Caelum, the weight of that gaze pinned him harder than any cuff. The one who had dared touch him prostrated instantly. “The offering, my Lord,” he croaked. “As foretold…” Velis approached like sin given shape. Black as judgment, elegant as a blade unsheathed. “How disappointing,” he murmured, circling like a trainer appraising a trembling new pet. “The legends promised a prince. I see only a half-broken toy.” His gloved hand touched Caelum’s shoulder— and it was the softness of the leather that made it unbearable.

And in the middle, on a stone bridge that spanned the torrent, stood Leigh’s father. Lord Valerius was a tall, lean man like a hardened sapling. He wore no armor, only a worn leather jerkin over a grey tunic. His hair was more silver than black, tied back. He held no weapon. He stood alone on the bridge, facing Gryffen’s army, a solitary figure of calm authority.

The sheets tangled around my legs felt different and foreign. Ezra stood there, staring down at me. His face twisted in anger and disbelief. He was shaking. Shirtless with his skin pale in the morning light. Shorts hanging low on his hips low enough that I could see the V of his muscles dipping down. The trail of dark hair leading lower. His hands balled into fists at his sides. Chest rising and falling fast. Like he was fighting something. God, he looked good like this. Scared. Exposed. Mine.

On the pavilion floor lay a sword carved with a dragon, and standing on it was the man who had shouted. He stooped slightly, breath ragged; his eyes were bloodshot, bulging as if they might pop from their sockets. Through gritted teeth he thought, 'Xiu Jian is a damned wretch! I can’t even burn his sword!' Indeed, the trembling, furious man was Huang Fu, and the blade beneath his boot was the Sacred Dragon Sword. He had tried to set the sword aflame—yet not only did the flames refuse to take, the fuel he poured seemed to be absorbed and vanished, drying as if swallowed by the metal itself.

" Deus sneered. He was just about to answer Logan when the leviathan suddenly spewed out a huge web of Morana's Whisper. Then, just as quickly, every single thread merged together into a single, humongous golden falchion glistening under the sun. Its resplendence bathed the entire River Lidra and the audience watching the battle. Logan trained his finger at his target and yelled, "Strike!" The sword swung downward. Deus had never looked more serious in his entire life. He held his hands upward as if to push back against the sword and its mystique lethality. He mustered every ounce of strength he had, causing his clothing to expand from the effort while his hair floated in midair as though in

He didn't even show his true colors as the heirloom of two Gods and one of the strongest former demon lords in hell. "Anala Sword; holy flame technique!" BURN!

Lloyd fell silent, not answering immediately. After a moment, he seemed to make a difficult decision and said, “If it truly comes to that… I will summon the Sword of Zeus and go down together with Old Hagstorm!” The Sword of Zeus! This legendary weapon in the Obaro continent was said to be the sword of the ancient king of gods, Zeus. It possessed unparalleled divine power, but the cost of using it was heavy. Alexander was filled with distress and asked, “Elder, is that the only solution?”

"Now take this!" With a resounding cry, the Oculus Blade erupted in a burst of divine hues. The 3,000 laws etched upon it absorbed the surrounding power of heaven and earth, coalescing into a golden sword rain that cleaved through the encroaching darkness.

I was slightly pissed off. “Don’t be embarrassed. It’s a proper ego boost for me. You’ve never squirted in your life and you meet me and every time my dick or my hand is in your pussy you squirt fucking everywhere,” he kissed my neck. I moaned in annoyance and put my hand on his chest. “You were saying? Your scar?” “I was stabbed. Years ago,” his mouth was still on my neck. “It looks bad.” “It was”, he washed his own chest now. “I nearly died.”

The Fire God León de Fuego stood firmly in front of Palomas Blancas, shouting: "This has nothing to do with her, no need to harm her!" The God of Metal Dragón de Hierro did not give him any dignity at all, pulled out his special metal sword, expressionless, saying: “Don't speak useless words to me, I act on the orders of the Lord of the Gods, if you don't go out, don't blame me." He had long heard of the special metal sword in the hand of the Metal God Dragón de Hierro that could cut demons, slay demons, slay the gods, he never thought there would be one chance to encounter this weapon.