Griffith Berserk Sword Novels & Stories

Eliza popped out of concealment with her spear held at the ready, the razor-sharp tip pointed menacingly. He saw Kali’s weapon clearly for the first time. In her right hand was a long, dark metallic sword with some kind of engraving on the blade. In fact, the language etched into the Arabian-type sword matched that of Nicholas Clurife’s perfectly. He remembered that specific sword all too well. Blakeney took the stairs two at a time and sealed off the only other exit. He slipped into a defensive crouch, the sword of Troy and a shield in battle position.

Theo drag his body out of the stream to shore and laid back making the huffing sound. It was Theo first battle, and it was the hardest battle of all, and as well as Theo regret not bringing his sword, because it would be a little bit easy, with the black sword, over time during the practices, Theo notice that the black sword was too sharp, and feel regretted and thankful for the person who sold it without knowing anything.

It was filled with copper, silver and gold royals, all to help supply them while they sought out allies. After Boro said his farewell and accepted the money, he quickly made himself busy checking out the two pack horses. He wanted to give Littume and Lord Jetir space for there farewells. He saw Jetir give his son a firm hug and share a few words with him. Then he saw Lord Jetir unwrap the cloth and from it pulled out an ornate brown and gold scabbard. The scabbard was too thick to belong to a rapier, and too wide to be a katan, the long slightly curved, single edge style sword that Boro himself used. This one was as wide as the width of his palm and had two edges to it. A broadblade, an olde

Not Silas. This sword is not quite mini. I dragged mine across the floor, lifting it just enough so it didn't make a horrible noise. I finally reach him with the heavy sword and look at it. The sword is pretty basic. The silver hilt is cold metal with no grip, and I glance at Silas's sword which has a leather hilt, no doubt making it easier to hold. I wonder if he purposely gave me the bad sword that actually looks broken and difficult to use. I wouldn't be surprised.

Someone from the Sun Shrine shouted, “He’s exhausted, and there’s something odd with the sword in his hand as if it’s not obeying him. He’s not scary without this sword.” “I’ll kill this guy!” Murderous intent surged in Alex’s eyes. He threw the Xavion Sword to the ground and said nonchalantly, “I don’t need this abject handout.” He took out Athena’s long golden spear. His figure flashed as he rushed into the crowd.

After a quick dinner of venison burgers, Griff and I wore matching jogging pants and hoodies and headed downstairs. The gym turned out to be a torch-lit basement with halberds on the brick walls and stuffed dummies mounted on wooden stands. An array of swords and shields lay on the table at its far end, which were of no use for a battle between wolves. A knock sounded on the door, and Boris poked his head inside. “Have you got a minute?” “What do you want?” Griff snarled. I folded my arms across my chest. Griff’s former beta stepped inside without Larissa, who knew me well enough to guess that I might deal with their betrayal with fists. Boris closed the door behind him and paused in front o

His greatsword lay across the prep counter, the blade still bearing the gouge where a shield had smashed into it, the notch's edges glinting cold. "Eggs are overdone. You've got a choice: burnt or raw." He shoved a plate toward me. One egg was a charred ring of black. The other was still wobbling. He unstrapped his own dagger and laid it on the countertop beside the greatsword. The dark brown leather wrapped around the grip was polished to a glossy sheen by years of sweat and blood. "That sword's too heavy. You take this. Light. Fast. Angle's different when you're going for lungs instead of heart. Blade goes up, extra half-inch of tilt. Don't use it backwards."

Lord Lavendori nodded and he tapped on his bracelet, making it glow before a sword started materializing in his hand that he raised. The sword was longer than I expected it to appear. It had a bare handle, without any type of leather or cloth wrapped around it to make it comfortable to hold. And as it neared the blade, it was slightly curved, to act as the guard. Despite that, the detail on it, the carved feathers, was a sight to behold. The blade was straight, single-edged, and had an upswept point.

Gryphon fumed and grumbled, “It swallowed my Soulshatter Blade? Excellent, excellent! I haven’t encountered such a formidable opponent in a long time.” After speaking, he transformed into a light beam and darted toward the purple-gold Sword Light. Boom! With a resounding crash, the purple-gold Sword Light suddenly split into two and attacked Gryphon from both sides. A fierce battle between the two erupted in the void. Marius’ eyes widened in astonishment. “Why is Emperor Gryphon fighting a sword?” Taichu took a deep breath and said, “That’s no ordinary sword. It seems the Gryphon has completely lost his mind.”

Moonstone accents adorned his gauntlets, greaves, and chest plate, pulsating with magical energy that resonated. In his hand, he wielded a sword forged from pure moonstone, its blade glowing softly with an inner light. The hilt was embellished with intricate patterns in Phaikón Árgyron resembling celestial constellations, further enhancing its mystical allure. As he brandished the sword, it seemed to hum with power.