Limitless Sword God Wiki Novels & Stories

Sophie exclaimed in discovery. James inquired, “What kind of Sword Energy?” Sophie explained, “Remember how I once taught you sword techniques and told you it belonged to an incredible powerhouse? He lived in the Primordial Age and was an Ancestral God. “I just sensed Sword Energy left behind by this unrivaled powerhouse.” James immediately understood her implications and said, “So it’s Sword Energy left by an Ancestral God? No wonder three powerhouses at the Divine Rank’s Third Stair are fighting over it.”

West gets it easily. “West, we should trust Andrew. He is my brother I know he will not let me get into danger. We just should try it. I am the Legendary Luna West, me and the goddess are one. I have the advantage, and you should trust me okay?” West sighs and still not convince. “What if they have invented a weapon that can instantly kill? Savanah, I have lost you once. I can’t lost you again.” He pleaded. I hold his hand.

he replied with a cool expression. "Everyone go and work!" he hushed to his workers. Everybody left the hall without a lot of movement. As the hall emptied, Tsu Lian placed his hand in his pocket and was looking at the details of how work will be held in the parchment his father left him. "Tsu Lian, it is time to have my revenge." Lin Zoe murmured. "I will be your trust in your eyes but your killer in the back. You will give me all your secrets and submit them to me but I will make you fall from the highest of mountains." she smiled ruthlessly with evil dark eyes.

Everyone was stunned to see how one could have this much power. Mitchell, Scarlett, and everyone else couldn’t utter a single word. Daito suddenly felt extremely parched. He slapped himself in the face a few times to make sure that he wasn’t seeing things. Who was Miyata?! He was the Sword Saint of the Shinkage Way, and one of the Island Nations’ God of War! A man like him was considered to be invincible! Yet he was beaten down with a single slap from the kept man, Harvey?!

He actually had a mind of coming back as he promised Aro, if not for the bad king that magically sent him into exile. THE WAR LORD He started as Goldsmith, when he was young, his father noticed his craftiness. And went to register him as an apprentice to Sokoti aka the heavens Goldsmith. The first to make a sword out of Sango's breath. At least that was the story we had. He was fast at learning, if not too fast, he broke his master's record by making a million swords in two days.

"No changes are happening. God damnit! You were asked to do one job, and my god, you're" Clause held me down, trying to calm my nerves. I was on the edge these days. Seeing Lyra as lifeless and knowing that I was the reason behind it didn't sit well with me. I gulped down a lump, sending glares towards the doctor. "Alpha, your Luna can heal herself. I can only stabilize and make sure she's doing well, but unlike the other attack that was caused by a rogue, you're an Alpha; you have more dominance over her, and her immune system is"

Long ago, where demons are attacking humanity and trying to surpass Gods and Goddesses, a magical sword was created by the Gods. His name was Excalibur, he was a sword with a spirit, a sword that can grew with its master, a sword with an ego. Excalibur was made by the combined powers of the Gods, he possesses a power that can even threaten the life of the immortals.

"You can still sustain injury, like any mortal. Only you won't die from it. Your body will mend itself." I let out a breath I hadn't realized I was holding, a strange mix of relief and frustration settling in my chest. "So I'm immortal but not invincible?" "Precisely," Kaius said. I opened my mouth to respond, but before I could, Kaius began walking away again, shadows swirling around his feet. "Wait!" I called out, my voice sharper than I intended. "Oh for fuck's sake," He let out, pausing just long enough to turn toward me again, a look of pure exasperation on his face. "You're an annoying little shit aren't you."

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.

And in the middle, on a stone bridge that spanned the torrent, stood Leigh’s father. Lord Valerius was a tall, lean man like a hardened sapling. He wore no armor, only a worn leather jerkin over a grey tunic. His hair was more silver than black, tied back. He held no weapon. He stood alone on the bridge, facing Gryffen’s army, a solitary figure of calm authority.