Lucina Sword Novels & Stories

A few seconds had barely passed after I agreed when the door opened and a tall, lanky man with shrewd eyes and shaggy hair confidently strolled in, stopping short when he spotted me and the Lycan King. “Damian, wh-what is…?” The man stammered, his eyes bouncing from me to Damian. The Lycan King casually slid up next to me, placing a hand on my waist and grinned. “Lucas, this is Aviana, my Luna!”

Elucidator & Dark Repulsor (Sword Art Online) Kirito is known as a dual sword wielder character. These two flagship swords have become a kind of iconic heirloom in anime. Elucidator is Kirito's first and main sword in the Sword Art Online universe . He got it after defeating the boss on the 50th floor. Meanwhile, Dark Repulser was a sword made of rare material, Crystallite Ingot, created by Lisbeth.

He held a sword made of shadow. "Brother is busy," Lucian said. He smiled. His teeth were black. "The trackers are eating him alive." "No." Aradaa backed away. His heel caught on a root. He fell. "Yes." Lucian pointed the sword at Aradaa’s throat. "Now. The baby. Does it come out whole, or do I have to carve it out?" "You touch him and I'll kill you." "With what? A song?" Lucian leaned in. The smell of rot was overwhelming. Morning breath and old blood.

He waved his hand at Lucian in a provocative manner. After being provoked by Yang Xiao, Lucian slowly took out a Death Sickle from his back. Lucia’s weapon was actually a scythe, just like the Grim Reaper. “Kid, the position of the Dragon Lord doesn’t belong to you at all. What makes you think you’re fit to rule it? Go to hell!” Lucian stared at Yang Xiao with increasingly ferocious eyes. His eyes were cold, and his feet suddenly shot out. He held the Death Sickle and launched an attack rapidly.

However, that would not make any significance, on the side were also lone ancient scrolls with different runes and symbols. Lucinda opened the sheath and grabbed the handle out. A thin metallic-like blade five feet long unfolded onto the ground like a whip. It was weird. It was a strong and almost otherworldly unknown metal-like sword, but adjustable, flexible, and razor-edged. Her companion took the scroll and read the runes. 'Fated One,' the other rumored. Curiosity caught Lucinda. “What is this blade, it looks rather odd?” She was so fascinated, she didn’t realize that she spoke out loud.

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.

The little girl cried and groaned as the sword was slowly piercing her skin, and she couldn't help but cry out in her little voice, "Please!" Her words were deep, and her eyes were filled with tears, and she let them roll down her eyes. "No..!", Victoria said as she restricted her movement, stretching her hands out like she wanted to hold her, or grab her away from Lucian's hand, but she couldn't, she was at his mercy. "You see Victoria.. you're holding yourself back.. keeping them in this rigid point, I'm not the selfish one here Victoria, you are..", Lucian said with a smile on his face and holding the sword tightly close to her neck

Something had changed. Lucifer stood at the center of the barren expanse, the newly transformed Archai Sword resting firmly in his hand. The blade pulsed slowly, rhythmically, as if it possessed a heartbeat of its own. Crimson light flowed along its edge, yet within that red glow faint traces of celestial blue shimmered like distant stars buried beneath blood. It was no longer the weapon he once wielded. It was something else entirely. Something older and something far more dangerous.

At the center of the room, raised on an altar of obsidian and bone, lay a single object. A sword. Long, slender. Forged from black metal that shimmered with the same runes etched into her ring. The hilt was wrapped in silver wire. At its center: a red gem that pulsed like a heartbeat. Alya took a step forward. Lucien grabbed her arm. “You can’t touch it.” “Why not?” “Because it’s hers.” Alya turned slowly. “Mine?” “No,” Lucien said. “Your past self. The first blood heir. The sword was made to answer only to her.”

Does she have…a keystone? "What?!" he heard Lucius shout angrily, noticing that Jaida was still alive. Not only was she alive, but she was awake. Her eyes had just opened, and she sat up while rubbing her head. "That's it!" Lucius moved away part of his robes, revealing a sword sheath. He placed his hand near the silver hilt and drew the sword. The blade gleamed in the moonlight, making it look even more deadly than it was. Lucius just smirked, catching Jaida's attention. Her eyes widened when they fell on the blade he was wielding. "If magic won't work," he began viciously, "then I'll just use this." He was about to make a lunge for her when Arius came up behind him and placed a hand agains