Holy Sword Novels & Stories

The air around the shrine was relatively fresher while covered with green trees. Lola took Sandhya to a small hill behind the shrine. After walking some distance to upward they found a small open space on which there was a big rock on which a sword was stuck in it, its handle facing heavenwards. Lola went up the rock and faced the sword. "Sandhya, this is the holy sword of this shrine and also one of the few devices which can be used to check whether a person has a solid foundation or not. Since we have been working on your foundation from the last four months it's time I see if it has benefited or not. And if you are listening to my instructions and training.

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