Magic Swordsman Novels & Stories

'We are Undead Skeletal Heavy Swordsmen, how can we endure such an insult? "Lucas, aren't you overestimating yourself?" the Rank 8 Undead Skeletal Heavy Swordsman glared at Lucas. Lucas did not answer them and merely retrieved the Dragon Slaying Saber from System Space. He stood high and mighty with the saber in his hand. "Are you guys ready? I'm going to launch my attack," said Lucas. The Undead Skeletal Heavy Swordsmen were shocked because they knew the saber in Lucas' hand was the Dragon Slaying Saber, one of the Ten Legendary Weapons.

The familiar weight settled into his grip like an old companion. For a moment he stood perfectly still, letting the quiet settle around him. Then he began. The blade moved through the air in slow, controlled arcs. Steel cut through the morning mist. Again. Again. Again. Each motion was deliberate. Measured. His breathing fell naturally into rhythm with the movement of the sword. Training had always been the only place where Adrian’s mind truly quieted. The past faded. The memories of the borderlands, the hunts, the bloodshed—they all blurred into the background.

Exactly as seen earlier in the castle. The sword. “What does that one do?” I asked, pointing to it. “It drinks blood. For anyone it kills, their blood is stored in the blade. You would try to always have a clothing between you and the hilt” That did not sound more beneficial than fairy dust. “So how useful would it be to protect me?” With only a smile, “very” Time to close the deal. “I have one silver coin” playing with the coins against my fingers. “Make it three and we have a deal”

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."

(Mikhail) Once again, I snap my finger, 2 swords once again appeared and fly towards Mikhail, and this time it was aimed at his 2 ears, cutting them off completely, Mikhail becomes more incoherent and frantic, cursing at his every words, letting out blood curling voice mixed with tears.

“Hmm? Well, if you’re interested, the first sword goes by Xyan, the Sword of Divinity. As for the second and third ones, they’re Xyan, the Sword of Benevolence, and Xenith, the Sword of Sovereignty… Empyrean was the fourth sword, I believe, and it’s the Sword of Might. The Sword of Nobility, on the other hand, is Titan, which is also the fifth sword.” “As for swords six and seven, both of them are the Swords of Love, Gwaine and Morgen. The eighth sword is the one you’re currently wielding, Fishgut, the Sword of Courage. If I remember correctly, the ninth one is called Jochem, the Sword of Solitary, and as for the final sword, it goes by the name of Charmella, the Sword of Elegance!” “Each of

The look on Slate’s face said it all as Nya stood there with the Heart of Magic tight in her fist. The soldiers’ faces told her that they recognized that it was too late, that they had let the magical gem fall into enemy hands. One of the soldiers held a sword to Slate’s throat, his hands trembling. Nya hadn’t even realized that he was under their control until the tip of the sword pierced his skin, and a tiny droplet of blood rolled down the edge.

She took the blade again and swiftly cut her wrist without showing even an ounce of pain on her face. The water began to color red and she lay there with her head on the edge, a serene smile played on her lips. One wondered is this how death feels? Like a happiness after ages? Like perfectly cold water after a long run? Like life was never meant to be? ***

Sekora asked. “You will be able to recognize them by the symbols on the hilt, first there is the Tsunami sword recognizable by the wave, next is the Earth breaker sword represented by broken earth, next is the Shadow sword represented by a ghost, next is the Sun saber represented by a sun, next is the Phoenix Wing sword recognized by wings, next is the Speed sword represented by a rabbit and finally there is the Power sword represented by a bull.” D2 replied going back to the lighter tone of voice.

“That’s right. Look at it as two birds with one stone. He planned to have this swordsman challenge you to a duel to the death if I didn’t kill you.” “If you lose, you die. If you win, you’ll cause more trouble for yourself and attract other Island Nation swordsmen.” Harvey narrowed his eyes without saying a word. Five disciples of Longmen emerged from the shadows, all of them brandishing long swords. The Island Nation swordsman touched the long blade strapped on his waist. The next moment., a bright light shone. The disciples trembled. Seconds later they fell to the ground, clutching their throats. Their faces showed resentment and disbelief, as they never imagined this man could be so power