Griffith Berserk Sword Novels & Stories

I need my sword. Reaching behind my back, I feel the cool, smooth texture of my marking shift beneath my fingers. There’s a brief moment where the ink pulses, almost as if it’s alive, before it solidifies into the hilt of my sword. I draw it out, feeling the familiar weight settle into my hand. The blade hums with energy, a glowing blue that pulses in time with my heartbeat. This sword is mine, a part of me, born of my blood and soul. Athena’s gift, forged from my very essence.

she said, tightening her grip on the sword, her breath ragged. Drakoen smile. He proceeded to release dark shadows from his hand, summoning a weapon forged in the abyss. A black medium sword. Black smoke was emitting from it and the unbearable stench of rotting flesh and blood. Mercedes didn't let that bother her. She had to stay focused on her enemy, not let him get the chance to strike her. Mercedes narrowed her eyes at Drakoen, clasping her sword with both hands.

Maxine asked but Josephine asked her to drop it explaining to Maxine why. "Why didn't you tell me what happened?" She asked "It's no big deal Maxine. I don't want him to get hurt." Audrey said "I understand." Maxine said "You brought a sword?" Josephine asked "Yes, Griffin's can't be killed with mortal weapons except you enchant the weapon. And don't ask why I didn't bring a gun, a griffin is a creature of old so new inventory might be meaningless. Beside we don't have guns in the armoury." Audrey said.

When they saw this sword, many people did not know it, but the spirit energy and strong aura it contained also let them know that it was definitely not an ordinary thing. "This... this is the Demonic Sword of Nine Serenities?" Even Elder Shen, who had always been very calm, could not help frowning. Ao Yi sneered disdainfully. "Old thing, you're quite knowledgeable." As soon as he said that, tens of thousands of people exclaimed. Ao Yi's weapon turned out to be a Purple Gold Divine Weapon from the Eight Direction World, the Demonic Sword of Nine Serenities?

Glock was shocked as he quickly retreated. His powers surpassed Rick's, but compared to the young man in front of him, it was like comparing the light of a firefly to the moonlight. There was no comparison. "My sword was refined by the Webers' master blacksmith's mystic technique! Normal warriors can't withstand its blade! Damn it! How did you manage to withhold it?!" Glock clenched his teeth. He was filled with hatred. No wonder that blade was so sharp. Chase was slightly astonished as he could not help being impressed by the Webers' great wealth.

comes Rion's voice from behind me, quiet but certain. My eyes drift across the collection until they catch on a blade that seems deliberately unremarkable. Unlike the others with their polished pommels and decorative crossguards, this one waits in shadow, as if hiding. The handle is worn smooth from years of use, but as I lean closer, I notice thin veins of blue running through the grip like frozen lightning, barely visible until they catch the light. My fingers close around it before I've made the conscious decision to reach for it. The sword slides from its sheath with a whisper that seems to echo in my mind rather than my ears—ancient words trying to form themselves into meaning.

He came onto the ground wearing a black hoodie with Black Joggers and two Swords could be seen hanging from his Waist. "So you are the Strongest among the players, Let's see you defeat me and my skills of the Berserker" said Silver Stone to which Miza just smiled. Miza was a swordsmen whereas Silver Stone was a berserker with a higher defense. Jake flied in the air again and the bell rang indicating the match has started. As Silver Stone was about to run and rush towards Miza, there was a black color lightning that struck right in front of Silver Stone. He looked at Miza and was terrified as Miza could be seen standing still with an evil smirk on his face and small black lightning sparks cou

He had to consider who he was fighting for. The thoughts that were spinning through his mind suddenly came to a grinding halt. Without saying a word, Alex reached his right arm over his shoulder. The sword sheathed on his back was not like a normal blade. He crafted it himself with precise ingenuity. On the hilt of the sword, a small handle stuck outward from the side. Alex grabbed hold of the handle and pulled the sword from his back. The blade itself was rather short, only a little over fifteen inches in length. Attached from the bottom end of the hilt was a series of firm, leather straps, which Alex quickly fitted along his arm just above his elbow. Alex had been taught from day one that

I stretched my hand, grabbed the sword, and swivelled my body in mid-air, making a perfect hero's skill. I landed on the ground, and I felt my muscles urging me to fight. I can feel my whole body aching for war, ready to shed blood. I am ready to show them what they just did to me, to get revenge and to teach them that no one messes with Rey Reed and goes Scot free. I unsheathed the sword from its housing, and I was awed by its sight. It was different from any other sword I had ever seen. It is glowing red, instead of the normal white.

- Souji asked since he was interested in the sword. "Yes. That is it's name. 'The Demonic Sword of the Emperor' Gram! A sword used by the Norse Hero Sigfried, used to slay Fafnir. It's the strongest Demonic sword that exists, rivaling 'Collbrade' or 'Caliburn' in strength." - He finished explaining. "Caliburn?! It exists?!" - Souji asked. Ever since small he read about the story of 'King Arthur and the Knights of the Round Table' so the sword was rather well known for him.