God Of Swords Novels & Stories

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?”

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.

Humans may fear him or adore him for his power, but in Grass' eyes, he is nothing but a coward. Grass was Alpha Adam's Beta before Alpha Adam left the pack to live among humans. He lives now as Don, the big boss of the Mafia; some refer to him as the Godfather but behind all that quote-impressive title is a disgraced Alpha who runs away from its own pack. What Alpha would do that? Only an Alpha who feels incapable of doing its duties will!

He actually had a mind of coming back as he promised Aro, if not for the bad king that magically sent him into exile. THE WAR LORD He started as Goldsmith, when he was young, his father noticed his craftiness. And went to register him as an apprentice to Sokoti aka the heavens Goldsmith. The first to make a sword out of Sango's breath. At least that was the story we had. He was fast at learning, if not too fast, he broke his master's record by making a million swords in two days.

“Just trust me.” I sprint through the chaos toward the wall, cutting down enemies as I go. I rip a torch from its sconce and turn to head back—just in time to hear someone scream my name. Pain lances through my side. A sword. Burning. Silver. It sears like acid as I stumble forward. I spin and see a samurai-looking god, blade gleaming as he yanks it from my flesh and raises it again. Somehow—through blood, through pain—I raise my own blade. Strength I didn’t know I had fills me, and I parry the strike. I shove him back and hurl the torch at the tapestry on the wall.

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