Inferior Magic Swordsman Novels & Stories

"Rita—" "Was that not supposed to happen?" Rita whispered. Before Freda could answer, a smooth voice cut in. "Impressive.” A boy—tall, with sharp cheekbones and an easy smile—stepped into their space. He wore his magic like a second skin, the air around him crackling faintly. "Derek," he introduced himself, extending a hand to Rita. "You must be new." Freda’s posture stiffened almost imperceptibly, but she said nothing.

"Nonsense! On the Land of Infinity, everything is divided into high and low levels. The magical weapon is a special instrument above the ordinary instrument. There are thousands of kinds and functions. But regardless of the changes, the classification of the level is consistent, from Level Nine to Level One, to Highest Grade, Super Grade, and Supreme Grade, twelve grades altogether. The lowest is Level Nine, while the highest is Supreme Grade. The magical weapons of Supreme Grade are all created by the world and have the power of destroying heaven and earth... Forget it, it's useless to talk to you so much now. And there's something subtle and mysterious, you'll know it later.” The Sword Mas

In afar, it looked just like a common sword out there, but it’s actually the Flaming Red Fire of Lava. This sword is very picky and even Lixien could feel the mana from the sword. It felt like the sword absorbs the peoples’ mana so that it continues existing. While the people the sword got the mana from will be weak and sometimes they faint. It varied how much the sword got and how much internal injuries they got. Lixien lifted her brows and put the sword down. She faintly felt that the sword was slowly getting her powers and she smirked at how cunning the sword is.

He wanted this sword more than anything. I stood up and sighed, walking over to him in soft graceful steps, like I wasn't the one in a stinking cell currently. I glided over to him and held his hand suddenly, he jerked but I was holding those hands with extreme determination, my claws crawled out of my finger tips, as he tried to fight through the bar. “Look at me, Eryndor, look into my eyes. There is no occasion where my sword will ever be yours. And I will tell you now, I will be back,” I heard my own voice and it scared me. It was a tone that ascertained dominance, rage and pride in one go. “When I come back and you're still the same, it is my sword that I will drive through your throat!”

"I don't need to tell you when I am throwing something for me and my friends. I am not a child and you are not my parent." "But I am your elder brother," Lucian remained calm, his voice casual, the exact opposite of the tension he caused in the room. "And most importantly, I am alpha, and this is my palace." I could see Gizmo's chest heaving heavily, and his fingers pressed against each other like he was going to crush them, but he did not say anything further to Lucian.

The sword broke, the once silver gleam of its metal was now burned into a black coal, smoking in cinders with one-fourth of its long blade now gone to ashes. The hilt was left undamaged but seeing the weapon's condition, Evan couldn't deny that his sword can no longer be use again and is beyond repair. The magic they chanted was too much for it to bear. Meanwhile, in the castle of frosted trees, a servant anxiously stood before their Goddess, he was afraid for what punishment might befall on him for the terrifying news that he was ordered to tell to their Goddess. Whilst Yuvera calmly sat on her elegant throne blessed by nature, where beautiful pearly-white flowers bloomed along the verdant

The man had made for a colorful spectacle, his red robes flapping while his blade writhed with pale green flames, but everyone knew there was no true magic to it, and in the end his fire had guttered out and Bronze Yohn Royce had brained him with a common mace. A true sword of fire, now, that would be a wonder to behold. Yet at such a cost . . . When he thought of Nissa Nissa, it was his own Marya he pictured, a good-natured plump woman with sagging breasts and a kindly smile, the best woman in the world. He tried to picture himself driving a sword through her, and shuddered. I am not made of the stuff of heroes, he decided. If that was the price of a magic sword, it was more than he cared t

I don’t know those things actually exist. “Oh, you notice this sword?” She raised it. I nodded. I felt afraid even though I know that the blade was on the other side. “Where?” She looked interested. “Rurouni Kenshin.” I said Daylight laughed. It was a nice sound and I felt strangely dreamy. “The Samurai X?” she said laughingly. I nodded again. I looked at her hand but the sword was gone. It simply vanished. I held my breath. I wanted to wake up.

Caroline, a she-wolf who has been considered a monster since she was a child, can she break the tragedy spell and find her MATE?

A red dotted map appears, indicating that the Lord is in danger and at the point shown on Don Lee's cell phone. Don Lee was a little confused, he knew, his master was not someone to be easily defeated. He was sure, the situation that befell his master was not an ordinary situation. That's why, he brought many of his troops to the location point. Not only ordinary troops, Don Lee also brought the greatest troops in martial arts. ______ Jordan Catwalk entered the laboratory room. The man carried a syringe with a green liquid in it. "What do you want from us?" asked Jeremy. Jordan, who was walking with Diana and Jack beside him, laughed.