God Sword Command Novels & Stories

His seductive tone was completely disarming. "Enough of that. What happens if someone gets ahold of this sword that is an enemy?" Aries asked as he looked at it funny. Everyone looked at me for an answer. The attention after I just acted crazy wasn't what I needed or wanted right now. "Umm only a God of war or control with the ultimate power can use it. Also if someone touched it that was an enemy all King Alexander or I would have to do is will the sword away and it will come even if it's hidden. See." I explained as I called the sword back to me.

Cold malice glinted in his dark eyes. The assistant commander saluted him. "Sir, the Pendragon Warriors have all gathered and await your orders!" Liam nodded. "Let us depart!"

Obeying her command, I lifted the flaming sword and it slammed down on top of her again. “Try and hurt me, Kacie.” Hearing her, I focused on my fire and told it to stab her. It listened to what I wanted but again she blocked it. Her eyes never left the sword as it moved back and forth as I attempted to land a blow on her. I smiled to myself as my gift listened to each thought I had. It lifted into the air, sliced, and stabbed without hesitation. There wasn’t any more push against what I wanted. It did as I commanded and it made me feel powerful.

"The Fifth Brother demands the reclamation of the catalyst! Hand over the heirs, and the forest will be spared from the Purge!" "The forest doesn't want your spare change!" Runa screamed, dropping from the branches above like a predatory cat. Her daggers, now coated in Nathaniel’s Abyss-Dust, left trails of black smoke in the air. She slammed into the Commander, the impact producing a hiss of steam and a flash of indigo light. The Commander didn't bleed; he dimmed. The golden light of his armor flickered, and for the first time, he felt the weight of the earth.

Do you want to keep continuing like this or do you want to grow a brain and listen to me? The king coughed, tried to raise his hands many times, but he couldn't. "All right now, good lad... now listen. I want you to take this, pass it over to one of my associates, who has given him the same discussion with the dark bender. And both of you will obey our directions or in a matter of seconds, everybody in this city will drop dead!" he stated, handing over the sword and grimoire to him. His weakened hands could not reach them so Anato dropped them next to him on the ground.

Countless sword blades formed a whirlwind of spirit energy that quietly broke through the shackles of the void with endless killing power. This swordskill was activated by the God of War's phantom. But it not only had the strong physical cutting power. It also had the ability to cut through souls!

sneered the swordsman, driving his blade mercilessly into the man’s back, piercing through to his belly. “My husband!” screamed the woman in anguish, clutching her daughter tightly as tears streamed down her face. The little girl’s wailing soon joined her mother’s cries, filling the night with sorrow. “Finish them all! I must return to Leader Huang,” the swordsman declared coldly, yanking his blade free from the lifeless body at his feet. The man wearing a black headband, emblazoned with two downward-curving golden lines, burst forward with lightning speed toward the circle of swordsmen who were besieging a lone warrior of the Sacred Dragon Sect.

"Look at all those normals shrieking and shouting in pain, General! We'll be having lots of gold and power with this!" The young general just shook his head watching the orc make fun of the normals below. They were riding a flying warship above the clouds, concealed with magic by his wizard lieutenants. Four elder wizards were also gathered at the front deck, reading out spells for summoning The Storm. Big bolts of lightning struck down the skies as each paper of spell burned after their incantations. "General Lucãs!" A tall, middle aged man with dark sideburns walked briskly and approached the young general standing behind the rails. He gave him a sharp salute and then spoke.

is what the organization called him because of the number of impossible missions he has accomplished. When he finished bathing and getting dressed, he went to his secret armory. It was a bedroom inside his bedroom, it was inside the wardrobe hidden here a safe the size of a bedroom. In this room of his are all kinds of guns, blades, and other improvisations that he uses for his missions. In the middle of the armor, there is a large table, there are compartments and in each compartment has explosives like frag grenades, flash bang, and smoke grenades. There are also some different types of blades that he use. On the right side of the armory, there are the rifles M16, M4, AK47, AK74, Berreta A

I reached down and closed my hand around the familiar hilt. The moment my palm made contact with the solar glass, a blinding shockwave of golden fire erupted from the blade, rushing up my arm and washing across my entire body. My silver gown dissolved into the blazing heat, replaced in an instant with the fitted, radiant armor of the Solarion High Command: chiseled gold shoulder-guards, light-bound leather, and a sweeping mantle of white silk that hummed with pure, unyielding power. The sentinels dropped to one knee, bowing their heads in immediate, instinctual submission.