Loki Swords Novels & Stories

Turning away from the others, I point the sword in front of me and almost drop it when a flame shoots out but stops before it touches anything. "Whoa," I say softly. When I turn around, I see Wyatt and Jock have swords, but theirs are slightly different. Wyatt's has a blue handle and shoots out ice, enough to freeze someone in place. Jock's has a green handle and shoots out electricity. "I guess you got your answer," Zoe says, staring at the three of us in shock. I smile and nod. "Now we're prepared to kick some ass. Let's see what the next message says, and then we'll head out." I say, putting my sword in the red sheath that magically appeared at my side. Maybe I'll cut Selene some slack as

"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.

(dashed for Anya) :-*:-*:-*:-*:-*:-*:-*:-*:-*:-*:-*:-*:-*:-*:-*:-*:-*:-* LOKI: I have dragged this on for long. I am ending it now. LOGAN: The earlier the better bozo...I'm saving my strength for hook-ups too. LOKI: Let's see how you crack jokes in hell. Twin sword (a pair of sword appeared in both hands) LOGAN: Uh-uh that's a blade man. Shit is getting real

It was filled with copper, silver and gold royals, all to help supply them while they sought out allies. After Boro said his farewell and accepted the money, he quickly made himself busy checking out the two pack horses. He wanted to give Littume and Lord Jetir space for there farewells. He saw Jetir give his son a firm hug and share a few words with him. Then he saw Lord Jetir unwrap the cloth and from it pulled out an ornate brown and gold scabbard. The scabbard was too thick to belong to a rapier, and too wide to be a katan, the long slightly curved, single edge style sword that Boro himself used. This one was as wide as the width of his palm and had two edges to it. A broadblade, an olde

“Thanks.” I took one of the weapons and slipped it into my jacket’s holster while Griff accepted the second. “Each gun contains a hundred needles, but if you run out, use the spares.” I flipped the cylinder and extracted a needle. It closed with a loud snap. Instead of opening it again, I wove the needle into the fabric of my sleeve. Loki walked toward me, his head tilted to the side. “Let me take a look at you.” He walked around me, his gaze sweeping up and down my body. “What do you think?”

Not a metaphor. Not a storm. A tear in the very threads of the world. From it stepped Liora. But not the one I knew. This version wore gold and violet armor etched with sigils of old gods. Her hair was braided with strands of starlight. She held a sword I’d only ever seen in cursed prophecy books. Soulforged. Unbreakable. Meant only for the hand that betrayed heaven. “Step aside,” she said, voice like the echo of a bell tolling the end of time.

Lucian was watching the man keenly. The man pulled out the drawer and took out a sword. It was mighty, long, sharp and clean. The sword sparkled when it came out of the drawer. "This is a special sword my grandfather had. It is laced with the most potent poison in the whole of the witches' territory, he had a witch queen laced it and he fought many wars with it." Lucian looked at the sword and it didn't look like it had been to war, it was clean and too sharp, a touch of it could tear one's skin. The man brought the sword to Lucian and handed it over to him.

She comically commented. "Well, it's a pretty long story, and a complicated one too." "I'm not one to listen to long stories, especially ones that involve a Nephilim sword and a crested family member from North Angus." Alicia kept wondering what that term meant. Slejj referred to her sword as such, and now Lora was calling it that as well. Daito suddenly stopped, his sniffing senses kicked in again. "It's close!" He said. "Perhaps the villagers have found it. Okay, do as I said..."

Then, they headed into the depths of Stag Island. Just then, on the hillside of Stag Island, there was a man in simple linen clothes. He was in his fifties and was sitting in a cross-legged position. There was a long sword placed on top of his legs, and he was closing his eyes to recuperate. That man was Luken, the Kim clan’s biggest reliance in the Second World. He was known as the Sword God. At the same time, Luken was also the proudest protégé of the Sword Titan, whose combat power was used to overwhelm Korea.

"For a race with beastly transformation and magic, you guys are awfully quiet. I haven't seen one show of magic since I arrived." Emris shot her a deadpan look, then sighed. "I guess your history books skipped over an important information: Lycans are and have always been peaceful creatures. And our magical abilities?" He held out his hand and a tornado formed; circling his fingers till it vanished into thin air. "Every Lycan either has fire, earth, water or wind. And honestly? It's easy to forget about them." "Why is that?" "Someone with a stronger right arm will use their right hand for everything. Lycans are stronger when shifted, the abilities are simply a plus."