Holy Sword Novels & Stories

The young man hit the metal door for the second time. "Damn!" "That sword can penetrate the fire demon's armor?!" Arya Santanu was very surprised. Asura had just realized that Agnesura's sword was called a holy fire sword that could penetrate any armor. Even more so the fire demon armor created from the power of hell. Although Asura also had a gift from Lord Agni, Agnesura's sword was far more powerful than what he had. "This is serious. We don't have the power to defeat it!" Asura felt anxious.

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.

It was extremely valuable. The Light Sky Holy Sword was said to be the sword of the Light Martial Path Ancestor. It has been passed down for generations in the sect for thousands of years. Only those who have cultivated to stage five of the Light Deity Technique were qualified to use the sword. Since the establishment of the Light Divine Holy Land, only ten people have been able to use it. Those ten people included Wren. Currently, Wren was the only one who could use this holy sword. Moreover, the sword constantly required the Light Deity Technique vital energy to be nurtured. It was usually found in the Dark and Light Mineral O

The old swordsman and the young swordsman who helped him were flung far out of the Sect Hall. Just as Chyou Chen was about to catch up with the two, several more swordsmen started attacking him all of a sudden. the hidden swordsmen started to come out and surrounded the two in front of the Sect Hall which they had managed to break through. There were about twenty warriors who surrounded the two of them, the faces of the warriors were very familiar to Khalid. "It's amazing, I can now come face to face with the best Swordsmen in this land," Khalid exclaimed, gripping his sword tightly.

✦ ✦ ✦ The Warlord Eternal did not look like what she had expected. She had expected immensity something that bent space around it, something that made the room feel wrong. What stepped through the air of the sanctum looked like a man in his later years, silver-haired, with eyes that were the same ember-red as Kael's and a face of absolute, weathered calm. He looked at Seren with the dispassionate assessment of a craftsman examining a piece of work that had gotten out of hand. "The oracle," he said. His voice was what she had expected low, vast, something that resonated in the walls. "I see why."

Felix held the translation. "And then what," he said. She held the register and looked at the thousand-year-old words and the amber light. "Then say it was found," she said. "And it was opened. And the standing was restored." She held the register. "And the covenant held."

Even my friend, Embyr, has a crest on her chest, fresher than the others, not yet tainted by the darkness of the curse. Some of the horsemen grow bold, pulling out their own swords as they begin to approach the man they once called king. But they are no match for Excalibur, or for Arthur himself. His sword, moving with him as if it has always been a part of his hand, begins to glow hotter, its light shifting to a pure white as waves of energy shoot from the blade in a blinding array. Some of the horsemen raise shields and blades in defensive stances, but under the power of this holy sword their shields shatter like glass, leaving a trail of obsidian shards tha

Abhi whispered, his voice trembling with awe. "This," Rudra said, holding the sword aloft, "is a manifestation of the ancient powers I've been telling you about. These are the powers left by the sages, hidden and protected until the right moment. This sword is more than just a weapon—it's a symbol of the knowledge and strength that exist beyond the realms of science." Abhi reached out tentatively, his fingers brushing the glowing blade. It felt cool and solid, yet it radiated an energy that seemed to pulse with life.

Sofia objected bitterly. “They care less to know about how I feel about this. I can’t believe my parents could turn like this because of their influence. Anyway, I have made up my mind never to be joined in holy matrimony with that beast. Come what may,” Liyana declared. Just then, Ethan walked in and the conversation automatically ended. Later at night at Shah’s home, Liyana walked in, seeing her mother rejoicing with some gift items comprising of sarees, shoes, and golden pieces of jewelry.

“Callum.” She stared at it. Then back at him. “I didn’t come here to be saved.” His smile didn’t waver. “Good. I’m not the saving kind.” She let out a breath she hadn’t realized she’d been holding. “You ever burn a Bible, Callum?” He raised an eyebrow. “Pages, yes. Covers take longer.” Eden’s laugh was unexpected. From the belly. From somewhere older than her pain. “I’ve got one in my trunk,” she said. “Leather-bound. Stained in all the right places.”