Hiramekarei Sword Novels & Stories

"We don't need to go to Lin's house. Let's go to my place so I can change. This is a minor wound. I can handle it myself." Ludriev took her spirit sword she had previously put on the side of the arena, and followed him without anymore words. Spirit sword was forged in a special method for those who reached a certain level in swordsmanship. The sword was unique and believed to be sacred, as it had its own spirit, which, if it didn't feel a strong connection with the wielder, they wouldn't be able to use it. Therefore, usually a sword spirit only had one owner and vice versa.

I gazed into his dark eyes, staring distinctively at the tides of fear. How had he gotten his right hand cut despite the amount of people here? Such a fatal cut that kept dripping had to either be new or have a very strong technique attached to it. “Kyle,” I grabbed him by the hand. He groaned, the cut now glowing with flames emanating from his flesh. I smelled sword aura; flame sword aura to be precise. It was rare and could only be harnessed by elemental, rare, and strong wolves who had ki and could beat the heat produced.

“Look from farther away.” Riven’s mouth tightened. “You became irritating quickly.” Raiken gave him a faint glance. “I have had practice.” The small exchange should have eased something inside me. It did not. Ayamira’s reflection lifted one hand. I did not. Her fingers touched the underside of the water. The surface bulged upward without breaking. Kiyomi approached with Hayate’s broken sword held against her side. Her silver eye had returned to brown, but Astraya’s mark still shimmered beneath her throat.

It smelled of damp stone, old hay, and solitude. Makil was already there, warming up with a series of fluid stretches that further betrayed his training. He wore similar clothes to yesterday, and two practice longswords were thrust into the ground at the center of the yard. Leigh arrived silently, a shadow detaching from the deeper shadows of the archway. She'd re-braided her hair tightly. She said nothing, simply walked to the center, pulled one sword from the earth, and tested its weight. "No rules," Makil said, pulling the other. "First to yield, or be disarmed."

Hannah was shaking in anger when she heard Kaze’s insults. Kaze continued to tease and disrespect her. “If you want a terrible death, I’ll grant you that wish!” Hannah raised her hand and said, “Bring me my sword!” One of the young women nodded and went off. A moment later, she came back with a large box and opened it in front of Hannah. Inside the box was a crimson red sword that had a black snake curled up at its hilt. The moment the box opened, the bone-chilling aura from the blade scattered in the air.

I cleared the first 50 meters, taking a rough corner that snagged my shirt just a bit when I saw a flash of something move. Getting into a kneeling position I let my fingers release the small throwing dagger from the pocket of my pants. I gripped it ready to fly it to my target when suddenly my dominant arm was ripped down by a German Shephard. The vicious beast shook me with all his might and caused me to fall backward. I felt it's teeth sank into my flesh and I groaned in both pain and frustration. I wasn't expecting this to be a part of the hunt tonight.

Faris walked into my study to see me studying the Moon’s Sword. “It is a precious gift from one who will soon become my beloved.” I touched the sword. I liked this sword. I had no use for swords but this one hummed with power every time I touched it. It was not a joke that it was indeed one of the relics of Deimos kingdom, a tool touched by the goddess herself.

He was met by his kind smile as Kaylus watched him attentively. "I was watching you." Kaylus looked at him, his eyebrows scrunched on his forehead. "But how? There's no one here though?," he murmured, his eyebrows furrowing further. "Oh! But I did felt some strange tingle on my nape, sire. Like—, like someone was watching me..." His Master chuckled as he clapped his hand once. An object materialized on his right palm. He held it close enough for Kaylus to see. It was a handheld mirror, with gold coating on it's handle and rim.

Sweat stung her eyes as Nya swung the sword around, just in time to block Rok’s steel blade. The reverberation shook all the way up her arm, but she didn’t have time to let the ache distract her as Rok was bringing the sword around again, this time from the other direction. The tip of the blade almost caught her underneath the chin, but she managed to jump back, raising her arms and shoulders to make herself smaller in the middle. The blade flew up into the air, missing her, but it wasn’t headed away from her for long. Rok was relentless, swiveling around in a full circle and bringing his sword along, ready to cut her in the middle. She was wearing a metal chest plate, but most of her body w

The water around the island shot hundreds of meters up in the air as well. Although the North Emperor managed to survive, he looked like a complete mess, especially his rather dashing face. It looked it had been impacted by large amounts of energy. His features looked shattered, and his entire face was drenched in blood. He looked absolutely terrible. Everyone was stunned when they witnessed this. Even Phoenix seemed appalled. “Aunt Saria, is this… that weapon?” She knew that Saria had built a sword grave just to refine a divine weapon. Moreover, that very weapon was her father’s mystical treasure—the Immortal Butcher.