Holy Sword Novels & Stories

"Battle raged on across the continent, until finally, Markelus faced off with Eon. He drove his sword to the tyrant's heart, and killed him. Henceforth he became known as the Godslayer, and his weapon, the-" "Sword of the Godslayer." Minos swung his arms sidewards, like a musician that just delivered a heartwarming ballad. "So you're not really after my father, you're after the sword." "Yes." "You could have just said that." "Where's the fun in that?" "The only one who had fun in this room was you." Cassana glanced at Rei, who gave her an affirmative nod. "I hope you're not planning to be a bard, because you are terrible at it."

she says softly, “the Hallow has always wanted a permanent vessel. A perfect one.” I swallow hard. “Because I’m the One.” She nods slowly. “Yes. You’re the only person alive who can hold both light and shadow without breaking. You’re the only one who can open or close the final seal.” Liam steps forward. “But if you reject him...” Grace finishes the thought, voice trembling. “Or if another marks you...” Emily whispers, “He can’t use you.” Mom squeezes my hand. “Exactly. The matebond protects you. It makes you unavailable to him. Permanently.”

A hush rippled across the nearby warriors, curiosity pulling their attention to the goddess reborn. “Show me your weapon,” Sheila said gently. Jaiyana reached into her bag and pulled free the discus. Its golden surface caught the light, shimmering with an almost liquid fire. Gasps echoed from the edges of the training ground, and even Kaplan paused mid-sparring, his opponent forgotten. Sheila’s smile faded into something reverent. “The Sudarshana Chakra,” she murmured. “The weapon of preservation. Only one who is chosen can carry it without being destroyed.”

Cameo asked from behind me as I stepped into the air-conditioned space. I ignored him. My fingers drifted lazily over the weapons. Metal kissing my skin, while one name burned through my mind. Abel Roshid. “Sir?” “Cameo, do as I’ve said.” My voice cut in, cold and final. His heavy sigh followed, then the sound of the door closing behind him. When I was alone, I picked the flick blade with serrated edges. Unsheathed it and ran my thumb along the ridges, feeling every bite of it. A dark smile curled on my face.

’ everybody assumed impatiently. Tension of the crowd was aroused in alarm, their hearts raced with unwelcoming anticipation. Finally, a figure emerged from the huge waves as a victor, the sword of Eryndor– Eryndor, exhausted but triumphant, his Conch shell still clutched in his hand.

"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.

Instantly, the black and red on his greatsword faded, and white sacred light began swirling around it. The two greatswords collided in midair, a battle of holy light against holy light. Both Arya's snow-white face and Andrew's face were illuminated in the same bright light. Arya roared, "Blasphemer, I don't know what method you used to wield the power of holy light. But I will let you know that no matter how cunning you are or how desperately you struggle, you cannot escape the fate of being ended!" Arya's white holy sword suddenly vibrated, and a ripple of energy slammed directly into Andrew's chest. Throwing his head back, he could no longer hold it in and s

He said. "It seems like the best idea right now but I know my brother, he isn't trustworthy." "From what I know and have heard about Blade, i'm pretty sure that he is a man of his word. If he makes an oath, I'm sure he wouldn't break it." "I know that, Harry and i've even tried to make him swear on it but he now claims to be Christian and sees swearing as 'ungodly'." Harrison's mouth quivered for some seconds and after he burst out into laughter. "You've got to be kidding! If Blade Ferguson is Christian, then I'm the pope."

He lifted his right hand; a big black sword appeared firmly in his hand, accompanied by a crisp sound. The big black sword had a chilly aura, and it was a purple category weapon.

With all that in mind, Gerald then bowed before the old man before saying, “Thank you for bringing me here, Old Hughes! While I’m grateful to have acquired the Fishgut Sword, I’m still rather curious about its name…” Laughing when he heard Gerald’s question, Old Hughes then explained, “Well, in actuality, its true name is the Sword of Courage! It’s one of the ten ancient holy swords, you know? That power you inherited earlier… It’s the power of courage that the sword bestowed upon you! You should know that only very brave people get acknowledged by the sword, and those who do are granted immense power!” While that didn’t explain why the sword was named that wa