Kamen Rider Saber Sword Novels & Stories

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?

It was the legendary Alpha Blade, known in Haven as The Ripper. "Hello." He said as he waved at the horrified crowd, then his deadly gaze fell on our Alpha. "Hi Dex, I hope you're having a good party." From the look on Dexter's face, I knew something really bad was going to happen. Dexter stood motionless as he stared viciously at The Ripper. "What are you doing here?" He finally found his voice to ask. The Ripper smiled. "I know I was meant to remain locked up in my room like we had planned earlier but then I was also supposed to be given my elixir, wasn't I?"

I never imagined someone would still be using swords in this era. Kuroyuki is different. Instead of guns and bullets— her spears are almost as fast as a bullet and powerful like a bazooka, so it’s not a problem. “…What do you want?” Kuroyuki uttered with a glare. That poor guy flinched for a moment and stood at his place. “U-Uh, I… Ehem! Mind letting me talk to him for a moment?” He shouted. “Huh? Me?” I pointed at myself with a confused look.

The saber was made possible by the Undina Clan’s Mizu Funsha no Jutsu (Water Stream), which produced a very high-pressure jet of water that was as strong and sharp as regular katana. “Well,” Koumori-shishou said, “we would not be very good Slayers if we threw away fifteen minutes of head start, would we?” “Maybe you’re just stupid,” Ganzorig said. “It was precisely the light in your pipe that led us here.” “Death on a hook is food in the eyes of a fish.” “Be ye sayin’ ye lured us out here, ye treacherous cur?” Captain Fang roared. “This shall nah end well fer ye.”

asked Kariya with a smile. “Draw your sword!” screamed Luese holding up the Sun Saber. Kariya drew the Doom Giver, which he got from Lena after she beat the guardian and met Luese in the middle of the room. The Doom Giver was pure black, with red rubies and a ghost on the hilt. Both combatants moved at incredible speeds slashing and striking each other. “The Doom Giver! Why are you collecting the swords?” “It’s my part of the Grand Design.” Said Kariya jumping backward.

The familiar weight settled into his grip like an old companion. For a moment he stood perfectly still, letting the quiet settle around him. Then he began. The blade moved through the air in slow, controlled arcs. Steel cut through the morning mist. Again. Again. Again. Each motion was deliberate. Measured. His breathing fell naturally into rhythm with the movement of the sword. Training had always been the only place where Adrian’s mind truly quieted. The past faded. The memories of the borderlands, the hunts, the bloodshed—they all blurred into the background.

It all fueled her determination to bring an end to Zephyr's reign of darkness. Summoning every ounce of strength within her, Sable unleashed a flurry of blows upon Zephyr, her sword cutting through his defenses with unyielding precision. He staggered backward, his dark armor cracking under the relentless assault. She pressed forward, sensing his weakening resolve. With one final strike, Sable's sword pierced through Zephyr's chest, a burst of light erupting from the wound.

He activated the spiritual energy within him, gathering it on his Thunder Blade. The Thunder Blade gleamed with a cold light, and a crimson hue appeared on the blade. "Crazy Blade Strike!" A sharp and fierce blood-red blade light cut through the air, flashing through the moonlit woods. Just as the blade light was about to touch Sebastian's body, a semi-transparent shield appeared in front of him. Clang! When the blade light struck the shield, the shield dissipated, and the blade light was also neutralized. Sebastian was unharmed, showing no signs of damage.

Exactly as seen earlier in the castle. The sword. “What does that one do?” I asked, pointing to it. “It drinks blood. For anyone it kills, their blood is stored in the blade. You would try to always have a clothing between you and the hilt” That did not sound more beneficial than fairy dust. “So how useful would it be to protect me?” With only a smile, “very” Time to close the deal. “I have one silver coin” playing with the coins against my fingers. “Make it three and we have a deal”

At the gate of the Swordsmanship-seeking Sect on the Swordsmanship-seeking Mountain Range. A slender figure was sitting cross-legged in the sky above the mountain gate. His short black hair stood on end, shining with cold light like steel needles. He was a young man of the Human Clan. He had sharp eyebrows and sword-like eyes, but there was a hint of unconcealable arrogance between his eyebrows. His eyes were long and slanted, and his lips were thin. On his back was a cyan saber with a long hilt. The hilt was two meters long, and there was a crescent moon and a cyan dragon on the blade. The saber looked ordinary. Only a real master could feel the murderous aura from it. Only a murderous weap