Inseperable Sword Novels & Stories

Someone who convinces you that there really is an unlocked door just waiting for you to open it. This is Forever Friendship. when you're down, and the world seems dark and empty, Your forever friend lifts you up in spirits and makes that dark and empty world suddenly seem bright and full. Your forever friend gets you through the hard times, the sad times, and the confused times. If you turn and walk away, Your forever friend follows, If you lose you way, Your forever friend guides you and cheers you on. Your forever friend holds your hand and tells you that everything is going to be okay.

Lixien didn’t give a glance to Leen and continued examining the sword. If it’s from seven mountains, then this must be the ‘Flaming Red Fire of Lava’. It was a sword that everyone is obsessed with. It’s a sword that chooses his master. It also can talk from others' descriptions. She squinted her eyes. Why is Vailn giving her such a precious gift? She snapped her fingers and blinked. Her brows were slightly frowned as she was understanding why he was being too considerate or was it not considerate?

"Warrior, listen carefully, you must throw up a wall between you and the Guardian Sword. Do it now!" "But the sword is my protection!" Rhychard jerked over onto his side, his body curling into a knot of anguish. "I can't separate from it. I'll die!" "You'll lose yourself if you don't. Trust me, Warrior. You will live, but only if you block the sword for now. It's not a permanent severing. Do it now!" None of it made sense. How would severing contact with the sword save him? The sword wouldn't attack him, would it? Flames flared up his arms and toward his face as he screamed.

"Think about it, the name Kopis is ancient Greece for a knife and it's no coincidence that your name..." "... Is Blade." I finished for her as I began thinking about it. "If this is in anyway true, that means I'm cursed." "Yeah!" She said. "You are." My heart crashed as somehow, I had been hoping that this bloodlust thing would go away and I could try to have a normal life again.

Chamuel suddenly asked. “Impossible. The Sword was broken into three pieces and scattered throughout the Earth. It’s definitely not the Flaming Sword.” Azrael replied, making Chamuel breathe a sigh of relief. The Flaming Sword was the equivalent of the ultimate weapon. It could cut through the fabric of reality itself and slice through anything. The Flaming Sword was so powerful that it had to be broken and scattered throughout the reaches of Earth, never to be brought back together. Even the scabbard was separated from the Sword. If the Sword were repaired, it would still not be whole without its scabbard.

He knew that persuading Lily Moon was futile, so he shifted his attention to Sebastian. "Junior Brother Sebastian, it's good that you want to help Junior Sister. I appreciate it, but unfortunately, your cultivation is still shallow. If you go, you won't be of any help to Junior Sister; instead, you might cause trouble. It's better to consider it carefully." At this point, Alexander waved his hand, and a green sword appeared in his hand. "This sword is called the Pure Yang Meridian Sword, a mysterious-grade treasure sword that I used when I built the foundation. As long as Junior Brother Sebastian promises not to cause trouble, I will give this sword to you."

With the remaining strength of the swordsman, the giant demon finally succeeded in being sealed and turned into a sword with a terrible aura. The sword was locked up and hidden in a mountain in the middle of the desert of death. The desert was so hot that no one could live in it. However, the swordsman and his descendants live and continue to grow under the foot of the mountain. To guard and protect that dangerous sword from the hands of people who are greedy for power. after that great event, the world became more peaceful and serene. The story of the battle of the king who turned into a dragon demon against a swordsman, was immortalized by people into a legend and a story that continues to

But as though sensing his intentions, the other knight deliberately moved away, fully forcing himself to be herded away from wherever Jin had fully intended to strike him down. Clang after clang, their movements, their silver blades were shooing away any beast that would come curiously close and dare to interfere from this fight. The two circled one another, unwilling to distance themselves. “That sword…” Hans murmured. Jin knew what the man was thinking. He was thinking the same, after all. Both of them were using weapons gifted to the descendants of the Sans family–unbreakable holy weapons, without a doubt.

I looked at my chest and saw that I was pieced my a sword. Not just a normal sword but the warrior sword. This sword wasn’t made by a normal wolf. It was made by a very powerful wolf. It was made by the blood of the Luna, all the blood on her body will be drain until she dies and she will come back. The spell on the sword was sealed by her death, that makes the sword indestructible. An indestructible sword that can destroy anyone. What an irony. I don’t think I’ll be able to survive the poison of this sword.

Sephora sheathed her new sword at her side, now dressed in her new armor, that was a lot more robust than her usual leather. Glancing over at her mate, who sheathed his own sword, before mounting his dark brown stallion. Sephora allowed a heart-beat of pride to bubble through, at the sight of him in his armor atop his warhorse, before she mounted her own. She'd been given a pitch black stallion, who impatiently stomped and scrapped his hooves on the cobble-stones, eager to ride into battle.