Mimicry Sword Novels & Stories

Every time she drew out a gorgeous red sword of different lengths. The hand of the female Martial Demigod showed a strange sword formula. In an instant, the three strange swords merged with the gorgeous thin swords in her hand and turned into a brand-new sword, as wide as three fingers. The shoulder joint of the sword looked like phoenix wings, and there were faint purple Chaotic Mists flashing on the body of the sword. Xie Jieyu held the sword and waved it casually. Instantly, a heavenly river appeared in the void and the purple Chaotic Aura split apart everything.

feeling confused and little bit of fear, Theo decided that he will take the risk so he drop a drop of blood in the sword to see what it will happen. soon Theo will understand how lucky he was to get such a good sword. When the drop of blood met the sword, Theo felt connected with sword, but he doesn't understand the feeling of that, as he was knew in cultivation, we will find it out later, i guess. Theo look at the sword, thinking something only he knew, pondering for some time, he decided that he would start swinging the sword. Yesterday while reading the old book, he learn that, the swinging of the sword and his breathing must synchronized. Thinking what was written and how it must be done

At this point all eyes were on the two than it happened everyone was left mouth open Celeas wings were finally out, unlike her father's black ones her were a silver gray probably the combination of his black ones and her mother's most likely withe onse she then picked her swords up from the ground and attack him, their fight was impossible to keep up with, the only thing they could see was a golden light looking like a falling star moving from one place to another " they are insane..." Salma the war was now only between Celea and her father while the others stood by and watched their fight, Draco than went up and picked Dereus up knowing Celea cared a lot about him he wanted to protect him,

Something that called to her, even through the haze of fear and uncertainty. She set to work quickly, her hands moving with practiced speed. She knew the forest’s herbs like the back of her hand—what healed, what soothed, what could save a life. But this? This was no ordinary injury. This was the wound of a warrior, a pureblood warrior. She carefully cut away the matted fur to reveal the gash running deep across his side, the blood still fresh and thick. He stirred as she pressed a cloth to the wound, his eyes fluttering open. At first, he blinked, dazed. His gaze swept over her, confusion clouding his features before it hardened into something else.

she sits up and stretches like she’s been asleep all the while, “Ready?” “Yep,” I say, popping the p, looking around for my sword and removing the big black jacket I wore over a small tight green top and shorts. Finally finding my sword leaning gracefully against the bark of a tree, I pick it up, admiring its uniqueness. An ice sword befitting an ice queen, with a handle carved so perfectly for my slender fingers to get a good grip, it has a perfect weight with a blade so sharp and shiny. Although she looks fragile, she’s a lot tougher and can withstand any amount of pressure or force, just like her owner. Smirking at the comparison, I swirl the sword around and point at Anora, who’s now sta

he nodded, much to my surprise. Suddenly, the sword in my hand felt heavier than before. Not physically. But in meaning. I was holding a weapon spoken of only in myths and ancient stories. I closed my eyes again and imagined the sword as a spear. Immediately, just like before, it glowed and elongated in my grasp, transforming into a long silver spear. I gasped. Thinking again, I imagined it as a whip. The weapon shifted once more, turning into a shining whip that coiled around my arm like a living thing.

There was also a golden cover at the center of its handle, and there were some abstract designs embossed on it. Cordelia's spear can shrink into a handy weapon with blue crystal blades on both ends but in different sizes, from where the mainly used one is much longer and visible than the other one. Its handle was made with silver metal with shiny and tiny pieces of crystals sprinkled all over it. Her partner—Helios, got his sword upgraded as well. His weapon could turn into different styles and sizes that he thought would fit into a certain battle.

One sword slipped from its mount and tumbled toward a group of students. I didn’t think so. I remembered the sword,the weight, the balance, the nick near the hilt from last week’s sparring. And in the space between one breath and the next, I duplicated it. Not to stop the fall, it was too late for that,but to replace it mid-air. The real sword clattered to the stones. The duplicate,identical, and solid,landed softly in the grass a few feet away, as if it had been tossed there gently.

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”

The problem was I couldn’t even feign ignorance like the other people. “Now, just repeat what I say: Inclinate legem meam ad voluntatem; it’s my first form that slay through the soul destroying the skills of the opponent. It depends on your will of course, since you can also use me to destroy the skills temporarily,” Mimi said excitedly. “For me it’s: Turn cadaver in cinerem; it’s my first form and it’s a bow that pierces the body with it’s arrows turning it into ashes. Tell him…”