Hiramekarei Sword Novels & Stories

“Even with your belly ripped open, you still cling to life.” Bending down, Huang Fu brought his face within a mere inch of Xiu Jian’s bowed head, close enough to hear the ragged, desperate gasps of his foe. Huang Fu’s eyes gleamed as he watched Xiu Jian grimace in unbearable pain. Scarlet trickled from Xiu Jian’s temple, sliding down toward his eye. With a swift motion, Huang Fu reached for the sacred blade at Xiu Jian’s left hip—the legendary sword sheathed in a scabbard adorned with golden dragon carvings.

Harvey slowly pulled out the sword that Yona Lynch presented to him in the middle of his speech. Along with the sound of a loud clang, the Island Nation longsword that looked like the Muramasa was then split in half when Harvey swung his sword. Red liquid with a foul smell seeped out from the sword’s wooden hilt. Harvey grabbed a torch and threw it right at the Muramasa. Dark smoke started swirling everywhere at the next moment. At the same time, a wooden badge suddenly shattered into pieces inside a shrine on top of Mount Fuji from the Island Nations.

He raised his head in shock and asked, “You’re not using the Wuia Demon-Slayer Sword’s Lower Six Swords?" James replied calmly, “Correct. This is called the Jademora Sword.” Speaking thus, he wielded the Jademora Sword and charged straight at Goyo with an invincible demeanor. Goyo gritted his teeth, brandishing the Wuia Demon-Slayer Sword to clash head-on with James. Clank! Clank! Suddenly, a fierce and continuous clash of swords erupted, unleashing terrifying waves of energy that swiftly spread in all directions.

X voice grew coldly. Isreal began laughing hysterically, as he unsheathed a long sword. “It seems as if you do not understand your place. I have you surrounded, surrender and I will spare your life, as Lord Henderson will decide you fate. He will be the god to judge you.” The sword Israel held was definitely finely crafted. The Sword was hand forged as the Damascus pattern resembled a calm river. The hilt was made of bronze and fitted with gold. No matter what quality his sword was, it will still rubbish before X’s translucent blade.

The sword began to tingle in his grip as Rhychard blocked another swing. He could hear the words the other Warriors were chanting and soon the words began to make sense to him even though he couldn't make them out. He focused on Mephalus, but he repeated the same chant as the others, reaching with everything Kree taught him into the sword. He felt the other Warriors, felt their lifelines. Out of the corner of his eye he saw a tall, thin elf with long blond hair look at him, a smile on his face. Then he nodded at Rhychard and melted into the air, his life force flowing toward Rhychard and entering the sword once again. The blade pulsed with the added energy and Rhychard felt it grow more soli

In less than 6 seconds Nyos had eliminated 5 skeletons, reducing the group from 14 to 9. Keil raised his great metal shield high and advanced against the enemy formation; each of his footsteps rumbled loudly and he firmly unsheathed his white Mikarta-handled sword and Adamantite guard. Without even hesitating, and with the force of a train he rammed the skeletons, among them, the one who received the impact of the onslaught with the shield was totally smashed. The weapon in Keil's hands was a Mithryl bladed longsword, the damascus design on the blade of the weapon revealing similar forging patterns of intertwined rose stems which glowed with a dim crimson light due to enchantments. of the we

I knew I had my chance to destroy him when he made the big mistake of bringing in something wrapped in black silk with silver Japanese characters on it. He had everybody focused on it just by raising it above his head, and as he took the silk off, I knew straight away, that would be my big chance. 'This is a samurai sword from Kyoto!' he said. The sword gleamed from the rays of sunshine that streamed through the window. Everyone was agape at the sight — me too. 'It is what samurai used to slice and stab each other . . . to death!' I knew straight away I needed that sword.

Jiurozayémon all this while was thinking of the pleasure he would have in laughing at Chôbei for offering him a mean and paltry present; but when, by degrees, the macaroni began to be piled mountain-high around the tea-house, he saw that he could not make a fool of Chôbei, and went home discomfited. It has already been told how Shirai Gompachi was befriended and helped by Chôbei. His name will occur again in this story. At this time there lived in the province of Yamato a certain Daimio, called Honda Dainaiki, who one day, when surrounded by several of his retainers, produced a sword, and bade them look at it and say from what smith's workshop the blade had come. “I think this must be a Masa

Why are you here, do you not know that This is the place of Mr Jon our leader, and you Dare show up out of nowhere you will pay for intruding. HFT… Ha-ha I don't care, I'm just going to eat here so don't disturb me. Then taso looks at the guy talking to him with killing intent. Well If you want to fight then I will give you a chance and I will give you mercy to, so For my kindness I well cleanly chop your heads Ha-Ha...! Ok lets start come forth my sword aeroba red katana. And then the sword comes out at taso's hand and then sword glows with red and with different colors in it colors like green violet and orange.

Lariempi said emotionlessly “Lord please teach me how to kill them, even with my powers I could only watch…” Amelia said before breaking into tears again and Lariempi smiled slightly “You couldn’t kill them because your weapon was too inferior.” He said, he then raised his index finger and a drop of golden god-blood dropped from his finger and landed on the ground