Loki Swords Novels & Stories

As soon as Leo touched the treasure box, the smoke stopped and the light got brighter and once the door was opened the purple light emitting completely vanished and all Leo could see in the chest was an old tattered paper, a purple-colored sword, a skill rock and a black coat with a hood. The first thing any Swordsmen would do is to pick up the weapon so did Leo but he couldn’t figure out anything when he checked the sword status all he could see are questions marks, so he understood that he is not that level to use them, so he picked everything up and stored them in his bag and went the way he came back from.

The historical halberd swung through the air, causing a soundless explosion that continued to spread. Loja looked at the snake sword in his hand, half of which had already disappeared. "This is impossible!" Loja roared, staring at the Sword of Plagues in disbelief. It was a weapon that the merciful father had given to him, one with godly qualities, yet here it was, getting destroyed. "Nothing's impossible," Wilbur called out. "I'll help you ascend now, like you so desperately wanted." Countless shadows of Wilbur appeared, zipping around Loja's enormous form in circles as the historical halberd struck out in a few dozen attacks.

If not for his extensive experience and the safeguard of his weapon, the forceful blow could have proven fatal. "Ready for another strike!" Logan soared through the air. His trajectory traced a golden rainbow across the mountain, capturing the attention of those below. The brilliance of the sun seemed to pale in comparison to the radiant glow emanating from his punch. The impact reverberated, shaking the world around them. "Sword!" Pearlo bellowed, his expression laden with seriousness. Two swords materialized from his eyes, each three feet in length, shimmering with divine radiance. Translucent and resplendent, they seemed like unparalleled divine weapons.

"This one is very amazing. Give me additional details about it. The blacksmith who forged that specific weapon grinned proudly. "This is our masterwork, the height of our abilities, Alpha's son. It's made of the best steel, forging it to be very sharp, balanced, and long-lasting. It's a unique one and quite expensive. No one else has this kind of sword in the whole of Sunshine pack. Leo was impressed by the blacksmith's passion and commitment to their trade. He picked up the sword and tested its balance by feeling its weight. This was the weapon he had been waiting for, and it lived up to his hopes.

She picked another one and handed it to Minos, the latter opened after recognizing that the year matched up with the time the sword disappeared. Minos thumbed through the book diligently, devouring its content as fast as he could. Each and every time he would find something interesting he would show it to Lira or lay it down on the floor, then he would grab another one. The exercise was slowly but surely grabbing Minos's full attention, a circumstance that the drow is all too familiar with. The world around Minos disappears when something piques his interest, and all that remains is him and the object of his obsession.

The crowd could feel that the heat and cold had collided while looking at the swords on the stage. “Let me introduce to you the Blaze Wild Sword and the Deadly Glaze Sword. Blaze Wild Sword is a must be suggested for the people who had fire attributes and were accustomed to fire. The Deadly Glaze Sword is for the people who had Ice attributes. These swords are made by a Grade 5 Novice Armament Master.” Lark Oz said while showing them the swords that Luna had made.

' I smacked my hand free from his grip and continued going. Loren kept following me to the armour room where different types of weapons and the best quality of swords were kept. Treasure house of Crescent Pack. ' My pack is specialised in making strong and durable swords.' I walked around searching for the perfect, sharp rapier sword. Just when I was doing so I saw Loren pulling out one rapier sword. He stepped close to me , cornering me against the wall and while brushing his fingers on my lips he softly said, " Allow me fuck you right here."

I blurted out, “I know there's something else you want, aside from me.” A smile appeared on his face, “I love that you see through me. You are right, I'm searching for something else.” “What is it?” I asked fearlessly. Alastor's face turned serious, “A sword.” He declared. “A legendary sword called Ashera. The sword was named after the first wielder, the first Ancient Lycanthropic dragon to transform into a dragon, becoming a god. After the dragon's death, the sword disappeared, alongside the dragon (Ashera).”

He would destroy anyone and everyone who laid a hand on her. I rushed back into the sanctuary, with no time to waste. Walking into the artifact room and grabbing the pair of cutlass swords, I had always admired, hanging up on the wall. Both are trimmed with gold, and both are etched with the lunar phases on one side of the blade. The only difference – is their handles. One woven in white the other black. The supposed twin swords of Skoll and Hati. The sons of Fenrir. The balance in both blades was perfect, as I tested them out, rotating my wrist and twirling the blades. The sun catching the finely sharpened edges.

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.