Mimicry Sword Novels & Stories

Her sword fell on the floor, making a clanking sound that resonated through the empty barracks. Mimbi’s long, black and unburnt hair fell down over her shoulders as she bent to pick up Scarlett’s sword. Scarlett knew that Mimbi never left anything to chance and that wearing her hair down was a statement. Long hair among the Karaina trainees meant that no one had ever broken her defenses.

This teacher had massacred and killed one of his family, because he had been framed by the elders in that place. because of the extraordinary talent he has shown, it scares everyone and they end up trapping Khalid. Khalid his name is Khalid the son of the fiftieth generation swordsman who saves the world.

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.

The eyes that once belonged to the noble gatekeepers of Long Sheng Jie were now hollow, filled with nothing but hunger and malice. 'Fire, fight with me,' Miracle summoned. A white luster spiraled around her arm, solidifying into a shimmering weapon as she extended her palm. When a Mynheex lunged in her direction, she immediately shuffled forward and shifted her weight to her left leg, leaping into the air. She landed on its broad shoulders and twisted its neck. With lightning speed, she brought it down and thrust her sword into its mucky chest, slicing it cleanly in two. The green slime splattered across her weapon, almost hitting her if she hadn't dodged it at the last second. At first, Mir

Adrian reminded himself that the Soul Devouring Sword was no ordinary weapon but a unique artifact. There could only be one. Yet, when the fake Adrian saw the weapon in Adrian’s hand, his expression remained cold. “The Soul Devouring Sword... A fine weapon, but what if you have it?” To Adrian’s astonishment, the fake Adrian drew an identical Soul Devouring Sword, radiating an aura that matched his own. Adrian froze. How was this possible? How could his opponent wield the Soul Devouring Sword? This was beyond belief. This sword was one of a kind!

An icy layer of thin ice formed in the air around Mirozlav, and a potent icy blue aura radiated from his sword. "..He always told me to keep an eye on you whenever there was news of your growth as a hero. Though I firmly believe that the 'Zimne-Zerkal'nyy' sword style he taught me is second to none, I want to determine if the legacy he left behind truly aligns with his twisted vision." The arena is currently filled with delicate ice crystals, arranged throughout like a labyrinth adorned with mirrors. Images of Mirozlav surge forth from all sides of the slender ice panels surrounding Gabrielle.

As long as he survived the upcoming thunder tribulation, the Oculus Blade would be ranked top among all immortal weapons! Severin was incredibly excited by that thought. He took a deep breath, suppressed the joy in his heart, and stared intensely at the figure of the sword embryo floating in front of him. The original crimson Oculus Blade that carried the divine flames and bore the rules of fire had taken on a copper hue, with six golden filament-like lines swirling around it like dragons. It emitted a piercingly cold and terrifying sword intent.

Although I really believed that there was, yes, some charm to make me see as something beautiful and harmless that dark river and host of bright-eyed creatures that appeared from time to time at random points of the waters, I doubted that it would be powerful enough to shape a world at its pleasure. "Illusions that affect the libido," he clarified, distracted by the task of tying his hair away from the face. "Any form of attraction that can distract them long enough for me to kill with my sword.” I looked away at his waist, where the sword lay hanging over his thigh. It was not very easy to hide such a long and wide-bladed sword, but it seemed to fit perfectly next to his body, like an adjac

On the other hand, prince Maretus made a stance while removing the sword from the scabbard. Pseudo Move: A Thousand Swords! hundreds of swords appeared above him in an upward direction. As the barrier cracked, the sword that prince Maretus had made flew up to dispel the ice crystals. The strength of the crystal and the sword are not equal, it takes 2 sword attacks to destroy 1 crystal. The number of ice crystals greatly exceeded the pseudo sword made by prince Maretus. When the quasi-sword disappeared, he immediately performed a sword skill again. "Sword skill: Deadly stab!"

Its formidable presence serves as a reminder of his role as a prince and protector. To Tritan's left, Finrir gracefully hovers, his pack adorned with a sheathed long Viking sword. If his lethality is needed, the sword becomes an extension of his skills, a weapon to be unsheathed with precision and deadly intent. Crafted with intricate engravings and a polished edge, the sword reflects the strength and resilience that Finrir embodies. It is a weapon that strikes fear into the hearts of their enemies, poised to be wielded when the situation demands it.