Kamen Rider Sword Novels & Stories

Over the dark clothes, the brunette wore a blue sleeveless vest with gold plaques, as well as a scarlet bandage-belt on his hips, also decorated with the sign of Kitoriya, to which was attached a long sword in a carved black and blue sheath. "Night Raven" was a gift for her pet. The sword was forged by one of the best craftsmen in Norfwold, who served the Hunters. The blade was a unique alloy of metals that allowed it to easily cut ordinary steel. In contrast to the bright blue hilt sparkling with sapphires, the blade of the sword looked discreet and had a matte, dull black sheen. Kitoria smiled and extended her hand to the vampire, which he took in his palms, pressing a passionate kiss to t

The dead man's sword flew sharply upwards, Vic quickly slashed at the opened torso, dividing the half-rotted body into two halves. Are you out of your mind, tired of living? he hissed through his teeth, he hardly saw Kim, the figure of a teenager blurred before his eyes. - Hold it, - the hilt of the sword was buried in the free hand of the Wistolet. He snorted. - Yeah, how, but nothing that I'm injured? “Take it,” the teenager said forcefully. - It's silver. Taking advantage of the fact that there were no opponents nearby, Vic dropped to one knee and sighed heavily.

His expression turned even colder. “Pete Fuller, you’re dead!”’ Kaze entered the living hall. With a flick of his sleeve, a crimson short sword with a snake at the hilt and strange patterns on its blade slid into his hand. “W-What are you doing? Stop right there!” Pete was horrified as Kaze approached him like death itself. Kaze did not even listen to him. In just a few steps, he was standing in front of Pete. “Help!” Pete turned around and ran but Kaze swung the sword at him.

The realization disarmed her more effectively than any feint. She released the sword, taking a step back. "Then we understand each other," she said, her voice losing its edge. "You see a weapon. I see a cage. We're both prisoners of this... purpose." He held the practice sword, looking momentarily wrong-footed by her retreat. He studied the crude blade, then her face. The anger seemed to drain from him, leaving a weary, cold curiosity. "What are you, really? A spy for your father? A trained assassin sent to unsettle the court?"

This excellent man had no idea that I and Henry had only lasted so long because of my abilities. But a saint of the sword? What is that title, and how does it qualify for such a title? Selena, the Sword Master, is a name I've heard of. Is it the same thing? "Hey, kid, I don't typically say things like this, but you two seem special, so I'll say a few words here." “Kamish...my name isn't important to remember, but my title is the Sword Saint, which I hope you remember well. Maybe study it a little further when you leave here."

Samehada (Naruto) Among the seven swords on this list, perhaps Samehada is the sword you are most familiar with and you don't need to go into detail about its origins. Samehada or literally means "shark skin" is the main sword of Kisame, Itachi's partner in Akatsuki. This abnormally shaped sword was passed down from generation to generation since the first Mizukage Era. Kisame himself is not the rightful owner of this sword, but Samehada (as a soul sword) judges the ninja worthy of swinging it.

She felt a tremendous mana presence Familiar to her. An old man, wearing a green kimono has walked out of the chamber. Pulling out the sharp sword on his waist. Amari can't be mistaken. It was the Black Grade sword only given to King Rank Swordsman, specifically the Black Beast Sword, given to only one person. "Nerom?" She can't believe what she was seeing with the sword he's holding in his hand, it was the For a moment her breathing just stopped. ~~~ "Alkhun berhalksawn as really did it."

Well, maybe not the whole truth. Tres blinked. “So, like . . . there’s a real sword in there?” James nodded. “Yeah.” “Sweet! Can I see?” Tres exclaimed and jumped up from his seat. “Sure, I guess.” James laid the bag down, unzipped it, and spilled the sword onto the bed. Tres picked it up immediately. “Holy crap! This thing’s heavy,” he said as he unsheathed it and studied the shimmering blade. “Pretty cool. What’s he teaching that stuff to you for?”

A man breathless, standing valiantly before all his enemies. He was called Cyou chen, a swordsman who earned an unrivaled title. After being trained by the nine demon swordsmen. Chyou Chen travels the world to fight with various expert warriors from all over the country. "Why are you just silent?" Chyou chen asked, while wiping the sweat that filled his forehead. "Quickly hand over all the martial books you haveAfter that we will let you live."

He was so focused on the glowing sword. Leonard brings out his Alcohol container and takes a sip from it to at least calm his trembling body. Rio went to the stone stairs and reached the landing area at the top. The sword was surely made of silver with a gold and brass handle. This is definitely the sword Pamungkas was talking about. Rio firstly creates a mind-link with Deadrei and said to her, “I am coming for you my love, just wait a little more." Deadrei hears him but the mind link was not strong enough so she was not able to reply to him.