Gusion Sword Novels & Stories

A low growl echoed around the room and a tremor ran down my spine. Something must have spooked the man holding the scalpel, because I felt a stinging sensation on my throat, shortly before I felt a warm liquid trickle down the side of my neck. His hand pulled back slightly, but that little bit was all that was needed for the other person to make a move. Before my mind could fully register what was happening, I saw Cyran appear in front of the man, with one hand gripping the blade of the scalpel, while his other hand was rooted in the man’s chest. There was something feral in the way Cyran glared at the man.

He knew that persuading Lily Moon was futile, so he shifted his attention to Sebastian. "Junior Brother Sebastian, it's good that you want to help Junior Sister. I appreciate it, but unfortunately, your cultivation is still shallow. If you go, you won't be of any help to Junior Sister; instead, you might cause trouble. It's better to consider it carefully." At this point, Alexander waved his hand, and a green sword appeared in his hand. "This sword is called the Pure Yang Meridian Sword, a mysterious-grade treasure sword that I used when I built the foundation. As long as Junior Brother Sebastian promises not to cause trouble, I will give this sword to you."

I replied. "Come on, let's hear it" said Finral, one of my mates. He was Chinese and very tall. Most of the other guys grumbled in agreement as well. "First of all, I would like to apologise for failing you guys at the... realm. I don't know what happened" I started. "George the second. His sword contains a numbing gel. The moment he cuts you with it. It will slowly make you loose all cognitive function. I knew you were done for the moment he cut you" said Matilda, she was a cute girl with glasses.

Gwen I climbed down from my horse and ran blindly in the snow. Arrows darken the sky like a swarm of deadly hornets, raining down upon the combatants with relentless fury. Shields clash as soldiers form a shield wall, bracing against the onslaught. Swords flash in the sunlight, carving through the chaos with deadly precision. Amidst the chaos, champions emerge, their valour shining like beacons in the midst of darkness. But they are slaughtered. They rally their comrades, leading charges and striking down foes with legendary prowess. Yet, even the bravest warriors falter in the face of overwhelming odds.

She felt frustrated when she remembered the scene of Dylan fighting Hayden. “Yeah, suck to be me. I never owned a sword, and so I picked up the wrong sword.” Dylan grimaced wryly. Fuschia frowned as she glanced at the sword in Dylan's hand. Again, it is a different sword. "Use this then." Fuschia created a sharp sword blade that she created from ice with a hilt made of solid earth. Dylan accepted it happily. His eyes lit up as if stars were shining in Dylan's almost dim golden eyes. He said after kissing Fuschia's forehead, "Thank you."

They were very pretty. “Dude,” said Marc, “we’re gonna tear it up.” He also had a tricked out bow, and a trident with multi-coloured prongs. “Getting past the giant is the problem,” said Gideon. He had two swords. One blade was orange, the other was green. “Have you tried hitting it?” I asked. “I mean, you know, with all those fancy weapons.” “We’ve done some testing,” said Zane. “What does that mean?”

"You have done enough harm to the humans." Giselle straightened her back, stiffening her resolve as she faced the pointy-eared menace. "I will not go back there. Never." The Warrior reached to his side and drew the Guardian Sword he wore, the bronze blade pulsing its bluish light, his countenance never changing. "If you do not return, then I have no choice but to kill you. Would you not rather live?"

He growled firmly before handing me the sword he was holding. Gripping the hilt with both of my hands, the tip still clanked to the ground, and I cursed. “This is bullshit! I can not wield this!” Not uttering a word, Gideon took the sword with one of his hands like it weighed nothing, then studied the swords on the wall. “Ah, there it is, a high-carbon steel blade,” He stated as he took a longsword off the wall and presented the ornate hilt to me. Smiling at the lighter weight, I sliced the air and laughed.

In just a short moment, it had pierced through the Alcide being standing on the outermost area and quickly took out a few others. The sword traveled with great speed and hummed as it mercilessly slaughtered the Alcide beings. Blood splattered and showered down as the sword harvested life after life. After going in a circle, the sword darted toward Goyo’s throat. Goyo frantically turned to the side to avoid the attack, halting his efforts to maintain the formation. The sword grazed his skin, instantly drawing blood. Startled, Goyo reached out to touch the wound on his neck. “This is…the fused Wuia Demon-Slayer Sword. Is James already here?”

before any follow up training. After finishing his 100 Squats, Theo was dead tired, so he took 30 minute rest and start running. from his house to town is only 10 meters, so he decided that the route he will take will be that. running approx. 30 min minute, he took rest. so that he can start swinging the sword. After taking rest Theo took the sword, still mesmerized how beautiful was the black sword, he notice that, there was something engraved in the handle of sword. Theo look at the engraving and read," Agerico, hmm, it must be name of the sword, let see what is written down," he muttered." drop a drop of blood, what does it meant" feeling confused and little bit of fear, Theo decided that