Kamen Rider Sword Novels & Stories

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.

"I'm begging you! " Cried of people kneeling in front of them, begging to spare their lives. However, the kids in front of them have no intention at all. Especially the one who's holding a 'katana' (Japanese sword), her eyes are gleaming terrifyingly and in one sway of her arm, she mercilessly sends their heads flying in the air. Blood scattered in the air. The black blade of her sword was now stained with fresh blood of her victims, dropping in the ground.

“Oh, Seraphim’s blade. I’d never seen this in a long long time. Seraph Blade killed many of my people. Where did you get it, my dear?” “Not telling you anything.” He looked at Lucius. “Is this the same blade given to you by your father-in-law?” What was he talking about? I watched Ryden shift and divert his gaze away, looking hurt. “I wish, but that’s what killed her. Mine is safe somewhere.” Wait. What? He has a sword just like mine? “But this blade also shapes according to the wielder. Am I right? And it’s Katana for her. She must have been trained by a great sensei.”

A low rumble of amusement rolled through the arena. For a split second— Just a split second— His eyes narrowed. Ah. So he does have emotions. Good to know. But the moment passed quickly. His face went blank again. Emotionless. Then— Slowly— His hand moved to his side. My body tensed instantly. What was he— Metal flashed. My breath caught. He pulled out a sword. Not small. Not normal. Big. Heavy. The kind of blade meant to end fights permanently. The crowd LOST THEIR MINDS.

I need my sword. Reaching behind my back, I feel the cool, smooth texture of my marking shift beneath my fingers. There’s a brief moment where the ink pulses, almost as if it’s alive, before it solidifies into the hilt of my sword. I draw it out, feeling the familiar weight settle into my hand. The blade hums with energy, a glowing blue that pulses in time with my heartbeat. This sword is mine, a part of me, born of my blood and soul. Athena’s gift, forged from my very essence.

There were several diamond beads fixed into his braids and they dazzled with his every move. His eyes were purple, and he looked dashing with a chiseled face, long nose and peach colored lips. He held a enormous black sword with a zig-zag edge. Various precious stones were embedded in the blade. The name of the blade was written in a foreign language. "What's the name of that sword?" Lisa asked with interest. Collen took the list of Lisa's question. "That would be answered in the next lesson." he declared and put down the paper. "Gosh!" Lisa groaned in frustration.

The blade gleamed with a brilliant silver light, its edge shimmering with a promise of sharpness. The blood sword! I exclaimed internally, astonished by the fact that I had successfully conjured the legendary weapon known to be wielded by a valiant warrior from Cairos—a neighboring nation to Springgan. Apollo had shared stories about it, expressing his dream to create such a weapon one day. Empowered by the gauntlet, I held the blood sword with ease. The blade's edge gleamed, a testament to its lethal potential. Just as the icy shield surrounding me shattered, the dominus seized the opportunity to consume me. Its jaws opened wide as it lunged towards me. Reacting swiftly, I positioned the sw

I gave him some time to answer but when he did not, I carried on “If I share what I have with you, do you at least promise to not see me as a clown who just wants to waste your time?” King Xanthanius then leans on the table, his back to the outside door while his torso was turned in my direction “very well” I took a deep breath and released it before I spoke. “I think that sword belonged to your father. An information you might already know” “Yes. It was made on request for him” he replied. He was admitting. This could lead somewhere. “I knew this because of a dream” “A dream?” Now there’s the awkward stare. “Yes, a dream. Ever since the night the castle and I were attacked, I started having

He used it to block Kagami"s attack and it work. The sword was long and stylish, the handle was laced with some accent material. The sword was emanating cursed energy so strong that it made Kagami back off a little. "What's that"; Kagami asked a little bit terrified " well I'll end this sooner"; Yahiko said while focusing his energy on the sword because using it takes a hard toll on the body, he took a stance and dashed towards Kagami pointing it straight right into his chest. Kagami became so frightened that he conjured a fireball and used it to block the incoming sword, it was so strong that it still came pushing forward, Kagami tried harder but he couldn't stop it. The sword came driving

X voice grew coldly. Isreal began laughing hysterically, as he unsheathed a long sword. “It seems as if you do not understand your place. I have you surrounded, surrender and I will spare your life, as Lord Henderson will decide you fate. He will be the god to judge you.” The sword Israel held was definitely finely crafted. The Sword was hand forged as the Damascus pattern resembled a calm river. The hilt was made of bronze and fitted with gold. No matter what quality his sword was, it will still rubbish before X’s translucent blade.