Miraculous Weapon Novels & Stories

"The opponent on your left is using dual daggers; one can split into two." Rai did not question her. He immediately lunged, deflecting a strike and successfully kicking the opponent back against a tree. "How could you know?" "I smell the metallic scent in the air. That is not from an ordinary weapon." Sua took a small packet from her belt. Dried iron root powder. She quickly coated the edge of her kitchen knife with it. "This can neutralize their poison. At the very least, it will make them think twice before getting close."

"Don't worry, Dr. Sui is highly skilled. Just sleep, and it will all be over soon." Her grandfather struggled to speak to her but managed to say with difficulty, "Don't...worry." Stunned, Candice masked the emotions in her eyes. She lowered her eyes, gently squeezed his hand, and brought out a talisman. "Look, I brought you a talisman," she said, holding it up to Joe. Her eyes reddened, but she fought back her emotions, not letting them show. Joe seemed to sense her emotional state. He gently touched the talisman, and his lips moved silently.

The mocking voice of Gabriel the Faithful rung every time they met halfway midair. The flapping of their enormous wings accompanied by the clashing of their weapons resonated within the arena. Gabriel the Faithful’s sword was like the one the ghouls used. It was crescent-shaped and it gleamed under the zaps of lightning bolts littering the darkened sky. Maleficent the Glutton’s weapon was a set of rods made of shadows, the shadows of the three worlds.

It usually lasts for about 10 seconds, something the wizards taught me. And at once, I pulled out the Scorpion mace and sliced through his chest, opening his rib cage and revealing his heart. *Scorpion mace*: An ancestral weapon, magically enchanted and originally belongs to the gods, the Scorpion mace can kill one hundred demons at once without even touching them. All it took was just a single swing of the weapon in the enemy's direction. And finally, with his chest laid bare, I reached for his heart with my hands and I pulled it out of his chest, and the lifeless body of Alexandra fell to the ground.

Archmaster continued. Oh, that was amazing. This world is truly amazing. I shuddered at the thought when Archmaster spoke again and now his attention was focused on Acanta and Almirah. “Ordan chose you, Acanta. It is a magical orb that can suck out evil souls. On the other hand, Almirah was chosen by Aquaria. A water pot that is said to have the power of the Underwater Queen.” Those weapons were awesome, too. Meanwhile, Deborah weighs a large battle ax in her hand. And Glade in turn played his long staff. He even threw it in the air and then caught it when it came back to him.

The damage of his weapon filled him with rage, and a horrible aura of malice began swirling around him. Winsome Widow looked hardly perturbed. Most warriors might not even have one Sacred Relic, but she has two and that made her quite affluent by their standards, and everyone watching her fight could not help but feel envious. The short dagger hummed softly as more Sword Qi mirages blossomed like the petals of a flower, and Winsome Widow hurled herself forward. Clang! Clang! The clash sent sparks flying everywhere, whisking up sand and gravel as the sheer force of the eruption flattened the ground in a radius of a hundred meters.

"Yes. It was in a temple, filled with deadly traps, and protective magic... your old man really did a good job of hiding it. But we managed to survive through all that, and then we found it, we found the weapon." Cassana's eyes glowed with wonder, "How was it?" "It was the most beautiful thing I have ever seen." She gasped. "Did you..." "We did. It is in the manor as we speak." "Really?" "You want to see it?" "Of course." Otheric pointed at Cassana's barenaked chest. The red-head hopped from his lap and hurriedly put her clothes back on. "Meet me outside." she said, before heading towards the door. Otheric started putting his clothes back as well and Cassana tiptoed outside. She reached a fe

The hot water provided a physical release, relaxing his tense muscles, but his mind remained a cauldron of seething anger. Steam enveloped the bathroom, a visual representation of the heated emotions coursing through Asher. In a fit of rage, he directed his anger towards a decorative mirror on the wall, pounding it again and again. The bathroom echoed with the sounds of shattered glass, a stark contrast to the calm facade Asher usually presented. This was not the person he wanted to be, and the realization fueled his frustration even more. All of this, he believed, was a consequence of Ezra's actions.

I opened my eyes to find a translucent sword in my hands, a manifestation of my intent. Excitement bubbled within me as I examined the ethereal weapon. The edges sparkled with otherworldly radiance, and I could feel the hum of power emanating from it. It was a surreal sight—a sword made not of steel but of the very fabric of existence. Eager to test my creation, I turned my attention to a punching bag hanging in the corner of the training room. With a swift motion, I swung the celestial sword, its energy slicing through the air like a comet's tail. The blade connected with the punching bag, and to my amazement, it split into two perfect pieces.