Loki Swords Novels & Stories

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.

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.

They obliterated whatever attacks hurled forth by the mutant champions and continued their flights towards the mutants. The Lost Races champions all turned aghast. These three swords must be Relics far beyond the class of Immortal Weapons. Kong Liqun howled boldly, clasping his palms together. His entire self emanated radiations of his rapidly-blooming aura and he parried away the crimson deathray coming from the red sword and he lunged, groping after the weapon. With a mind of its own, the Red Sword easily darted aside. Tongues of red flames burst to life on its steel, circling down the length of its blade. Then it slashed viciously, firing a burst of flames that even volcanic lava could no

It smelled of damp stone, old hay, and solitude. Makil was already there, warming up with a series of fluid stretches that further betrayed his training. He wore similar clothes to yesterday, and two practice longswords were thrust into the ground at the center of the yard. Leigh arrived silently, a shadow detaching from the deeper shadows of the archway. She'd re-braided her hair tightly. She said nothing, simply walked to the center, pulled one sword from the earth, and tested its weight. "No rules," Makil said, pulling the other. "First to yield, or be disarmed."

- Unexpectedly, she got that wooden sword in the afternoon. The package was delivered to the campus. It seemed like Chester knew that Liora would go to the campus. When Liora unpacked it and fished out the wooden sword, she was struck dumb on the spot. The quality of this wooden sword was so much better than the ordinary wooden swords one could get from the market. Liora glanced at the contact number on the package and dialed it. She had a feeling that this wooden sword was very expensive. Someone picked it up after a while.