روايات وقصص ضمن Immortal Sword

So before Elijah could act, it immediately grabbed the sword, and Elijah was about to forcefully pull it out of the monster's grasp but before he could do that, it suddenly turned to dust. The beast's iron armor clattered to the floor as they fell and its dust scattered across the floor. The sentinels became even more silent in shock. Elijah frowned. If his suspicion is correct, everyone who touches the sword except him will die. The sacred weapon is something that not everyone can touch. Only the rightful king of Wysteria can touch the sword and the rest will turn into ashes and will never be able to be reborn again.

So before Elijah could act, it immediately grabbed the sword, and Elijah was about to forcefully pull it out of the monster's grasp but before he could do that, it suddenly turned to dust. The beast's iron armor clattered to the floor as they fell and its dust scattered across the floor. The sentinels became even more silent in shock. Elijah frowned. If his suspicion is correct, everyone who touches the sword except him will die. The sacred weapon is something that not everyone can touch. Only the rightful king of Wysteria can touch the sword and the rest will turn into ashes and will never be able to be reborn again.

It was filled with copper, silver and gold royals, all to help supply them while they sought out allies. After Boro said his farewell and accepted the money, he quickly made himself busy checking out the two pack horses. He wanted to give Littume and Lord Jetir space for there farewells. He saw Jetir give his son a firm hug and share a few words with him. Then he saw Lord Jetir unwrap the cloth and from it pulled out an ornate brown and gold scabbard. The scabbard was too thick to belong to a rapier, and too wide to be a katan, the long slightly curved, single edge style sword that Boro himself used. This one was as wide as the width of his palm and had two edges to it. A broadblade, an olde

"Duck! said the count at last whirlwinds in a deadly circle as a master swordsman, you should know for the second time that you were killed next to that titan ...!" "And I know in my turn that I would have been spared only with death by the calf's breath, come on, friend, you still crave me for a duel with parries and squabbles, I have my master, a worthy son of a gunsmith came from Marseilles, which honors the goblets, but also with the sword, and the most poisonous he does with death!"

________________________________________ Xandra woke up seeing the handsome figure in front of her as she gasped clutching the comforter in her small hands. She tried to get back from him, she feared him. "Alexandra, it's me. Don't be afraid," he tried to make her calm. "Yea, it is you whom I am afraid of," she answered giving him pains in his immortal heart. "This is true that I am an Immortal... An Immortal Billionaire, you would say," he scoffed at his last sentence as he walked towards the window. "I hide it from you and every possible person I could. But I am not an evil person, Alexandra."

“I cultivate it. Two years now. If you’d rather see it than just hear about it, I can show you.” The First Elder studied her, like she was something unexpected. “Demonstrate,” she said. Lihua took a breath. She thought about her mother, the fire, the mountain, and that one cold morning with Yijun, watching him practice sword forms while her tea grew cold. She thought of every part of herself she'd ever hidden because someone else thought it was too much. Then she let the light rise. Silver and gold, warm and steady—it filled the room, ringing through it like a perfectly struck bell. She let it show for thirty seconds, then let it fade.

“You wouldn’t.” The First Immortal smiled faintly. “Oh, I would.” Seraphine watched as the threads slowly gathered together. Forming a single glowing object. A weapon. A blade made entirely of cosmic energy. The light from it was blinding. The silver guardian gasped. “The Blade of Origin…” Rowan blinked. “That sounds expensive.” The First Immortal lifted the weapon carefully. “For millions of years this blade has remained within the throne.” He turned toward Seraphine. “It is the only weapon ever created that can cut the threads of fate.”

“The loser is the ugly one.” She invited the wrong girl. Zaya got there before she could take three steps on the stairs. “That’s unfair!” My daughter laughed while walking to her room. “Mina,” I asked her to watch over Zaya. I went to my library and sat on my favorite chair. Soon, Hella came in and sat next to me. “What was that?” “I don’t know,” “You looked bothered,” “I am, she said Zaya’s immortal. Only pure ones could have that immortality, Zaya can’t be immortal.” No matter how I said that. I couldn’t find it assuring as it should be.

One of the soldiers, tried to hit her with the sword but before he could do that, he was beheaded with the sword by Hadius. " I don't want her to die. She shouldn't die at any cost," he said as he walked back of her. He tried number of times to touch her but he couldn't. " Let me just get a drop of your blood. Let me go to the immortal afterlife. I don't want to live a immortal life on the earth," he pleaded in front of her.

" Am immortal " " Yes that's why you're best fit for it... Immortal can survive it but ordinary supernatural can't.... There's a ring that steals the power from magical sword..you still have it don't you... When he wants to kill you make sure you touch the sword with the ring.. It will steal the powers of the sword making it ordinary, he kills you with it but you pretend to be dead.. He think he killed Diana....Diana who's you now will act your role of fury.. He'll propose his Plan which Klaus will resist until he threatens the kid... I finally leave with the kids and you agree to help him... Before leaving use your sword to touch the ring on Morgana's hand.. The power of the sword will be t