God Sword Command Novels & Stories

He placed them on the table where the little hobgoblin was. " What's next now?". Eddie asked little hobgoblin through his mind. " It's left for you to find the last weapon. The mission is specifically for you." Little hobgoblin said to Eddie. " Ancient Gladius is not just an ordinary sword, It's a magical sword, forged from the souls of the dead gods. The sword was created by a sorcerer called Adwen. Adwen created the Ancient Gladius during the first battle in the kingdom. The sword was used by the four god's father to stop their enemies which was successful. After the battle their father cast a spell on the sword and it vanished to where no one could find it and till now, no one has an idea

Rex asked his sword point now pressed against the commander’s heart. “Blackguards never yield,” he growled spitting up at Rex. Rex nodded as he plunged his sword down hard, the large man’s frame going limp after a few jerky seconds. ‘Lucky for the witch, or you would be in trouble,’ Fafnir said, his voice between praise and scolding.

The blade gleamed with a brilliant silver light, its edge shimmering with a promise of sharpness. The blood sword! I exclaimed internally, astonished by the fact that I had successfully conjured the legendary weapon known to be wielded by a valiant warrior from Cairos—a neighboring nation to Springgan. Apollo had shared stories about it, expressing his dream to create such a weapon one day. Empowered by the gauntlet, I held the blood sword with ease. The blade's edge gleamed, a testament to its lethal potential. Just as the icy shield surrounding me shattered, the dominus seized the opportunity to consume me. Its jaws opened wide as it lunged towards me. Reacting swiftly, I positioned the sw

"Think about it, the name Kopis is ancient Greece for a knife and it's no coincidence that your name..." "... Is Blade." I finished for her as I began thinking about it. "If this is in anyway true, that means I'm cursed." "Yeah!" She said. "You are." My heart crashed as somehow, I had been hoping that this bloodlust thing would go away and I could try to have a normal life again.

Something flashed in the corner of my eyes and I whipped my sword to the side just in time for it to clash with the Commander’s double-edged axe. His leathery face was strained into a mask of fury when he pushed in close and my arms strained under the force of his weight when he threw his entire body against his blade. The swords slid away and he darted out of reach again, becoming one with the shadows. “None of you deserve to live after what you did to my daughter. I will see you and that backstabbing Winter rot in hell for the way you treated my Triel!” The Commander’s loud swear came a split second before he charged at me through the fog, sinking his blade into my side while I slashed fat

He reached out and tapped the map, selecting the "Admiring Immortals State." In the instrument cultivator profession, he chose the most popular sub-profession: sword cultivator! Sword cultivators had the highest single-target damage, making them the most suitable for one-on-one combat and soloing bosses. Sebastian aimed to become the world's number one, which meant he would inevitably face numerous challenges in the future, including open confrontations, covert attacks, assassinations, and more.

"Yes, he said our mission now is not to kill Darkesta but to kill his soldiers, especially the highest general." "And did he mention to you how you could kill it?" "Yes. We have a plan. He showed me something, a sword that he made. He considers it as blessed by the Goddess and he believes that sword could kill the highest general." "It could, yeah, I heard about that sword. But he cannot kill the general alone. He cannot deny the fact that he needs your special skills. With that, I want you to possess another knowledge that could help you in your mission." "What is that?" I glanced at his wolf, his was definitely bigger than mine.

Finally, I broke the silence, leaning forward with a faint smirk. “You know, Riley,” I said, my tone smooth, deliberate. “There’s something you need to understand about me—something most people figure out the hard way.” Riley’s gaze snapped to me, his anger barely contained. “What are you talking about?” I clasped my hands together and rested them on the desk, my eyes never leaving his. “Nobody crosses me and wins. Nobody. Because I’m not just a player in the game—I own the game. I am the game master.”

"Of course you don't." The door swung open behind him. Andrea filled the frame, and the temperature in the room dropped to something I had never felt from him before, not even on the worst night in the kitchen, not even bent over his desk with the egg buzzing inside me. This was not possessive anger. This was something closer to murder held very carefully in check. "Get away from her," Andrea said, each word flat and precise. Blackwood did not move right away. He let the silence stretch just long enough to prove he was not afraid, then turned, straightening his cuffs with the same unhurried calm he had walked in with.

MIne went sideways. I can't take this anymore! And then- "Orenciana!" The deep voice cut through the hall like a whip. I froze mid kick. Pocholo froze too. "Oh...busted," he muttered beside me. I turned my head slowly, and there was Commander Apollo Madrid, standing at the edge of the mat, staring straight at me. "Y-Yes, sir?" I stammered. OMG! Why I'm stammering? Me? Beau Orenciana, the goddess?