Legendary Sword Novels & Stories

"But if given an opportunity, I also want to learn how to fight with swords, preferably lightweight ones." Sir Dallas clapped his hand once loudly and pointed at the High Lord. "He owns lightweight swords, usually used by winged Feralis." He brought his hand down the table. "I'm quite sure the weapons of Luminozenko and Earth are the same or have similarities in some ways, but the type of sword he usually uses is called Zerfara." I looked at the High Lord. "Zerfara, sir?" "Yes." Lord Lavendori nodded and he tapped on his bracelet, making it glow before a sword started materializing in his hand that he raised.

Guided by the System's voice, Keagan ventured deeper into Hero hub, searching for whatever suited him. Taking his place at one of the stalls, Keagan found himself surrounded by an astonishing assortment of weaponry and gear suspended in mid-air along the kiosk walls. Intriguing collectibles adorned the glass case before him, capturing fragments of heroic history. One such item, a torn cape from the battle of the river, caught his eye, a tangible relic of valor that belonged to the former number 6 hero, as it stated on a tag hanging above the item. Lost in contemplation, Keagan was abruptly jolted back to reality as the shopkeeper snapped his fingers, drawing his attention. "Hey, kid, can I h

She moaned brokenly into his mouth and held him tighter to her as he devoured her with a wicked passion. But then she grew slack and stopped kissing him back. He drew back and panicked when the strong scent of blood hit his nose with a force. “Aurora” Was all he could utter as her body grew slack in his hands. She didn’t respond. And in her hand, he saw a dagger, her dagger. The one weapon that could take their life instantly despite their immortality stained with blood and a deep cut at her side. She had taken her life. She had chosen to take her life instead of living a lifetime without her lover.

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.

The girl, who prided and found pleasure in coning sugar daddies with her late boyfriend. The fifteenth law of power…All great leaders since Moses have known that a feared enemy must be crushed completely, if one amber is left alight, no matter how dimly it smolders a fire will eventually break out. More is lost through stopping halfway than through total annihilation. The enemy will recover and will seek revenge. Crush him, not only in body but in spirit.

Taking long strides, he went back to the parking towards his Lamborghini which his Dad had just gifted him as his birthday present and reversed out of the building.  Minahil was sitting with Zaviar and his friends. “Zaviar is not that bad!” she thought to herself. "Zavi, do you know Abraham got a Lamborghini!" One of them exclaimed. Her ears perked up hearing his name. "Dude, that boy is filthy rich!" Another commented. "It's a black matte!" Another added. Zaviar was talking to them but she was getting irritated of his name. "I'm leaving!" She stated and walked away without listening to whatever he was saying to her.

Next day at Tryus kingdom... They prepare for the war that will bring total control over all kingdoms. "Bring more knights from other conquered kingdoms and station them in ambush mode,"the king said to the commander. "Take!"the king said, giving his officials;the warlords and commander glowing swords. "The swords have unimaginable abilities ,they are the only swords that can penetrate the armor of the Persia king and his officials,"the king explained to them. "Now ,be prepared, Persia kingdom will cease to exist as from today,"the king said with an evil laugh.

"Nah, would be weird to use the name of a legendary sword when it's not even the same sword." "But it's a cool name though," Len said. His eyes searched on the steamy water and eventually lit up as if he was fishing an idea on the spring itself. "How about... Celestial Calibur? You know, it's a sword and its light looks celestial and divine and everything." Lars smiled brightly of the idea. "That's a great name, Len. Thanks!"