Legendary Sword Novels & Stories

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.

Cassidy studied them closely, having never been allowed to wield a sword during her training classes with her siblings. Derek's gaze kept sliding to her, and again his sword flew from his grasp. He cursed sharply. "Why is the Fox here? Shouldn't she be in a shadowed corner waiting to pop out and stab someone?" Cassidy glared at the Lycan. "Am I too distracting, My Lord, or are you just a fumbling idiot this morning?" Laughter echoed in the yard and Derek colored hotly. He stomped over to her, "If you're going to be in the training yard, let's see some training then." He returned her glare. "Unless, of course, you're only useful on your back."

Emris pulled his fist out of the broken mirror with a bitter scoff. "You had us all completely fooled." "I'm not your enemy, Emris." Faye sighed. " I'll be the judge of that. And right now, I see no reason to believe a word you say." "Fine, then I'll give you a reason to." Faye shrugged. "George Halter, he's the warrior commander here right?" "How do you know that?" "I'm from the Blood Shield Pack, remember? The one with the Aster family. I know some things that'll greatly benefit the Lycan race -starting with the traitors amongst you."

, Leonora stated. Elio got up and went to get his wallet and his car keys. “Come, we’re going to the Oracle now.” Leonora nodded, her heart pounding with a mixture of fear and determination. She knew that the only one that they could seek guidance from was the Oracle. She was the only one who could shed light on their daughter’s fate and the mysterious prophecy that seemed to entwine her life with the Moonlit pack.

Not missing the tingling sensation that moves through my hand as my fingers brush along Lysander’s. “It’s always been yours Princess. It is the St Leger family sword.” He replies without even acknowledging the strange tingling, Stepping forward he gestures to a marking just at the junction of the blade and the hilt. “You see there is your families crest.” I bring the blade closer to my face and look at the markings. A snake winding its way up a sword, a pentagram in its open mouth. I run a finger along the design. “How did you get this?” I ask in awe.

Amazingly, the tip of the sword looked even shinier than it was. "I realized that this sword is the most suitable if you have it." "Do you think so?" “This sword is called The Twinster, from the fairy tale of the Little Knight. It belonged to a young knight the same age as you, named Gerald. The knight was too small to go to war, but his passion and courage were not inferior to other knights. He always insisted on joining the battle, so the other knights agreed to have the blacksmith make a special pair of swords. Not too big, but too small for an ordinary knight to use. In short, it can only be used by Gerald.”

All the Islanders squinted their eyes at Masao, patiently waiting for him to end Harvey’s life. Boom! Under everyone’s exhilarated gaze, Masao tightly gripped the hilt of his sword. In just a moment, the monstrous aura of the sword seeped out of his body. “Be careful, Sir York! He’s using the Chrysanthemum Blade, a legendary sword gifted by the Island Nations’ royal family! “It’s said that it previously belonged to a legendary Ronin! A single slash from it would be incredibly devastating! “The sword can cut steel like butter! Stay alert!”

asked Kariya with a smile. “Draw your sword!” screamed Luese holding up the Sun Saber. Kariya drew the Doom Giver, which he got from Lena after she beat the guardian and met Luese in the middle of the room. The Doom Giver was pure black, with red rubies and a ghost on the hilt. Both combatants moved at incredible speeds slashing and striking each other. “The Doom Giver! Why are you collecting the swords?” “It’s my part of the Grand Design.” Said Kariya jumping backward.

He would adjust soon, but the switch from being covered in thick fur to bare skin was always jarring. He had fifty bucks, two knives, a canteen, and some food. He took a bite of dried venison and walked through the neutral mile that separated the Yew Coven and the Half-Moon Pack’s lands. He knew that Claire was there, and his father had forbidden him from staying at the vampire’s home, but not from finding her himself. And if any of those witches laid a hand on his mate, he would rip them to shreds.

Dexter said aloud as we heard the door leading to the other sections of the mansion open. Everyone's gaze was fixed on the passageway leading to the stairs, waiting in excitement to see what our Alpha had to present. And when I was beginning to think that our Alpha's surprise was a flop, I saw the hugest scare of my life. The whole hall fell into chaos as most people screamed and yelled in fear while others like myself stood speechless and motionless. It was a man. A man whose reputation spoke for itself. It was the legendary Alpha Blade, known in Haven as The Ripper.