Griffith Berserk Sword Novels & Stories

We were joined soon by Anthonier and Hilra who also appeared surprised at the sight. But while Xialara tried to check for a pulse in her neck and base of her thumb. Something else caught my eye. The ruby colored gem at the hilt of the sword was now a clear diamond. No sign of red. I picked it up by its blade and examined it under the moonlight to check for any cracks or possible leakages. There were none. The red color had just vanished. My blood was gone.

He raised his sword and cut Goryo’s hand but the sword suddenly breaks. “Huh? Impossible,” Therens thought looking at the half blade on the ground. Goryo suddenly punch him and he flung and hit the wall. The wall was cracked as Therens spilled some blood, but he still manages to stand up and grab a silver dagger from his pocket. He ran towards Goryo as he step into the wall and dive behind Goryo’s nape. Therens suddenly stabbed his nape with the dagger. “Ah! What is that?! It hurts!” Goryo screamed as he keeps on wiggling trying to grab Therens from behind. Therens immediately jump down with the dagger in his hand full of Goryo’s blood dripping on the ground.

He wanted to go after her but he thought it best to let her ease into the discovery. Grey finally had the sword in his hands, he ripped the paper wrap off completely revealing smooth, thin, Blackstone blade with a clean cut single edge sharp enough to tear through air. The opposite side of the blade blunt but jagged sure to pull out flesh with a stab. It was horrid and elegant, a faint glow as It reacted to his touch when he wrapped his hands around the handle. "Nice sword, you cosplay?" Ten asked walking into the sitting area. Clad in a black armless hoodie revealing slender muscular arms over black leggings and comfy looking sneakers.

"Fall back! Fall back to the trees!" I stood on the snowy ledge, my broadsword held high, my chest heaving as the battle erupted all around the mountain pass. High above the roaring storm, I locked eyes with Gryfyn as he began tearing up the steep granite path toward me, his face wild, possessive, and glowing with an absolute, terrifying rage.

Stuart turned to glare at me furiously like I were some hysterical woman making a scene. He scolded, "Veronica, look at what you've become! What's the point of throwing a tantrum now? What's done is done!" His cold words made it sound like my grandfather, Alfred Gallagher, was just dealing with a common cold and not waiting for brain surgery. I stared at the man I'd been married to for over a decade, feeling my heart sink drastically. "Have you forgotten how Creed Group was built from the ground up? Have you forgotten it was Grandpa who took a knife for you when you were kidnapped? The wound from then still hurts from time to time for him!

"What do you suggest? We don't have another way to destroy the horcrux beyond the use of fiendfyre, and we don't want to risk losing the stone." Croaker said to Erik, who thought for a moment and extended his hand. Croaker thought that Erik would summon the sword of Gryffindor, but was surprised that when Erik made his grabbing motion, what appeared was not a sword, but a dagger inside a sheat. Erik was holding the dagger by its sheath, which was made of an unknown material that had a very dark blue color on it. In fact, it was so dark that it was almost black. The handle of the dagger seemed to be made from the same material as the sheath. The guard was in silver and had the shape of two ra

Asmodeus turned him sharply, making him suck in his breath with the kind of force she used. "That bastard used the Hermes blade. How the hell did he get that?" "Hermes?" He was confused right there. "Hermes, Hades, Terzarus. Names of hell. The sword he used was made from hell originally. I'm sure Lilith helped him get that." She explained. "My chances of living?" Krepe asked, already full of anxiety and fear. "A hundred percent. Thank your stars, I've got just the thing for it. But, you'll have to wait one week to be totally fine."

(It fits perfectly, okay). After packing, I took my sword and went outside to practice a bit while I was waiting for Justine to return. Before I started I studied my sword for the thousands time. It was actually very beautiful. It was silver with a blue reflection. On the blade was engraved; my daughter. It was engraved in a beautiful cursive font, above the scripture was an infinity symbol made of sapphires. The hilt was very comfortable in my hand, and the sword itself felt like an extension of my arm. The length and build of the sword were perfect.

On the other side, Gresham summoned a battle halberd carrying terrifying thunderous power. "Kill!" The two of them didn't waste any words and rushed towards Severin together. The fists exploded in the air, shining as brightly as the sun. After hundreds of consecutive punches, he couldn't break through the defenses of the two, Severin didn't intend to continue entangling himself. He summoned the Loren Divine Sword from within his inner world, and it appeared in his hand through the void. Then, he waved the sword gently, a swordwill carrying invincible power shattered the void and rushed towards Gresham and Drake with unstoppable momentum. Under this swordwill, all matter along the way was sha