Kamen Rider Sword Novels & Stories

They dared to swear that they had never seen such a powerful sword since they were born! It was like they'd fallen into a purgatory with a single glance at it. Such a sword was truly powerful to the extreme! The Three Kings Hall's Second Leader, Senior Riding Clouds, was also dumbfounded. He never imagined that Lucas would possess such a powerful sword. ... Lucas said to Senior Riding Clouds, "This sword is called the Immemorial Dragon Sword. I used it to kill Senior Milky Way." Senior Riding Clouds was already a little overwhelmed with shock.

“Of course! She wanted to raise the swords!” “A sword is the king of soldiers. How much blade aura would be condensed if so many divine swords were gathered and buried inside the sword grave? It’d be simply unimaginable. And, the blade aura could help her raise a peerlessly divine sword!” Alex asked, “What kind of sword is that?” Lena said, “I heard my mother mention it before. Rumor has it that Saria Zomer’s plan to raise the sword was actually a success! The sword that she raised belonged to her brother-in-law. It’s called... the Godslayer!”

‘Now that Kiran wants to see it, it's rather awkward,’ Ezaki thought. "Surely you're not going back on your word?" shouted someone from Dragonsland. "How could that be possible? We, the Ninja Association of Sunland, would never deceive anyone," Nakamura shouted back. "Then bring it out. Let's start this sooner and finish it quicker," Kiran said calmly. "Kiran, just wait," Nakamura, unable to decide, turned to look at Ezaki. Ezaki, feeling humiliated that he should have brought the sword earlier, hesitated for a moment, then made a phone call to have the Imperial Dragon Sword brought over.

Orvyn's POV Conrad roared from behind them, leaping out of hiding with a flying sword dividing one of the horsemen in two. I rushed at the carriage, seething with anger. Images of Kazamir slashing my father's throat fueled my rage. Hair grew into a wave of silky black fur on my arm, as I clamped my hand on one's throat, tearing out his voice box from his jugular. I swung my sword at two others rushing at me, decapitating them in a clean swipe.

That's what he's doing… Anya is somewhere right now pretending to be a predator marking her prey, so she could take down a 6-foot-tall wolf just to please my father. “Where is she? Where is Anya!?” I roared at him but my words were nothing but snarls and threatening growls as they left my throat. The Gammas mistook my words and lunged at him at once, and as expected it only took a sweep of his sword and they were cut in half. I planted my paws deeper into the sand to keep myself grounded. He was a master of the sword. For more than twenty years he had trained in the way of the katana, earning the title of kenshi—a swordsman whose skill left no room for doubt.

sneered the swordsman, driving his blade mercilessly into the man’s back, piercing through to his belly. “My husband!” screamed the woman in anguish, clutching her daughter tightly as tears streamed down her face. The little girl’s wailing soon joined her mother’s cries, filling the night with sorrow. “Finish them all! I must return to Leader Huang,” the swordsman declared coldly, yanking his blade free from the lifeless body at his feet. The man wearing a black headband, emblazoned with two downward-curving golden lines, burst forward with lightning speed toward the circle of swordsmen who were besieging a lone warrior of the Sacred Dragon Sect.

The memories of the borderlands, the hunts, the bloodshed—they all blurred into the background. Only the blade remained. Steel. Control. Focus. He spun the sword once and brought it down in a clean strike that would have split a skull from crown to jaw. The sound echoed softly across the courtyard. Then— “You train early.” The voice came from behind him. Deep. Smooth. Ancient. Adrian froze instantly. His instincts reacted before his thoughts did. He turned and dropped to one knee. “My king.” King Vaelreth stood near the entrance of the courtyard, his dark cloak stirring slightly in the cold morning wind.

BLADE 3. Pain. It was all I felt when I shot my eyes opened. I felt so sore and tired. The memories of how Lorenzo plunged deeper into me last night filled my mind. He was so cruel to me. I didn't find any enjoyment in it at all. I tried lifting my hands and I was happy It was back to functioning. My tit hurts too as a result of the sucking he did last night.