Legendary Sword Novels & Stories

1000 years ago "òktus họ̀lliüm bolîûm stranga" "Grâstōna galián" "Isùlã gàronà drâmōn yéturâ" "The reign of the demon hybrid shall come when the supernatural realm shall be redeemed under the leadership of the Demon Hybrid"

The blade was a few feet beneath the earth. Many people have come around as they wanted to see what the Legendary Weapon was that the He Family the heroes were trying to recover so hard. The blade was in blood red and was covered with strange patterns. The width of the blade was about a foot long, its length was at least 5 feet long, and its depth was about 2 feet half. It seemed to weigh about at least 100 or 150 kilograms. It would be a rare Legendary Weapon for the people who study martial arts. However, it is not suitable for those immortal cultivators who are better with sword riding. The sword itself would be too heavy for a normal cultivator to lift, not to mention swinging it at enem

- They nodded. "Good! Then I'll tell you a bit more about them." - He smiled at them, but unknown for everyone he was analyzing them quite meticulously. "There are 4 'Holy Swords' that were created by my father. Among them Caliburn is with Arthur Pendragon, a sword so powerful it's capable of breaking space, due to that same trait its the sharpest, and strongest." - He started to explain. "Durandal, is a sword that is the embodiment of power and destruction. It's said that the sword at its max is capable of cutting any defense. The current wielder is Xenovia." - At the mention of that name, everyone was surprised.

“I’d like to see what’s so mysterious about you?” He walked forward while the scenery changed immediately. He saw a sword that was levitating midair. Its blade was made from a dazzling light. Jason was pleasantly surprised when he saw the sword. He stuttered, “This is… Excalibur.” The Excalibur was a weapon of the ancient king, Alexander. It was forged with bronze at its greatest peaks. The legends had foretold it could devastate armies with a single swipe. After the great Alexander had died, the Excalibur had gone missing. He could not believe that it had appeared here.

“I guess, he wanted me to figure it out myself. All I know is, it chooses who can wield it.” “A harbinger. Providence. Sword of Light. It came by many names.” Calder joined us back with a stack of papers in his hand. “According to the legend, it was forged by the master craftsman in just one night, over thousands of years ago. A stranger came and blessed it to fight against evil. Whoever could wield the sword, a worthy descendant, or a worthy warrior.” “You’re kidding. Me a worthy warrior? I don’t think so. I couldn’t even protect my people from the attack,” Ryden said. Each word was laced with regrets.

The sheath was white with the painting of a dragon breathing fire around it. Paenyrah presented it to me, and I chuckled lightly as I took it from her. “Now, this makes a gun look old fashioned.” I muttered, unsheathing the sword calmly. The silver plated sword shone brightly in the room, and I knew I was set for what needed to be done. “Do you remember its name?” Paenyrah asked, and I chuckled. “How could I forget the Legion?” I asked, and she smirked.

She glanced around and saw that the village elders were in complete attendance. Behind the Duke's son stood two new faces, the foreigner and the noble who she talked to earlier this morning. She tried to bring her mind to what they discussed just to distract herself from what happened inside the manor. The Sword of the Godslayer. She thought to herself. If my father had access to the artifact she just held, is there any chance that he might have had the Zephyrean sword as well?

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

“It’s definitely nothing good.” “Oh, it’s definitely good.” He grinned. “You broke your katana a year ago, right?” “That gift’s a sword?” “Not just any sword. It’s a legendary black sword— and you are probably the only person who could retrieve it.” “Me…?” “Hmm… what was it again…? Oh! It was said that the wielder of the black sword is stupid, foolish, hot-headed, short-tempered and retarded. It suits you perfectly, so go ahead and take it, brat.”

"Yes, the Demonic Sword of Nine Serenities is a legendary magic weapon from the ancient times. How could it lose? It must be fake." Hearing these words, Ao Yi was very angry. The Nine Serenities Demonic Sword was realwithout any suspense. How could it be fake? At the same time, he really hoped that it was fake. At least, this did not mean that he really lost! "The Demonic Sword of Nine Serenities is true, but it's normal for it to lose." At this time, Elder Shen, who was a little older, was slowly helped up. Looking at Samuel in the air, he frowned.