Mors Mihi Lucrum Sword Novels & Stories

Alexander commanded, suppressing it with his innate sword aura, causing the weapon to quickly settle. In the face of overwhelming power, a mere sword could hardly stir trouble. With a slight flick of his arm, the sword sprang from its sheath, revealing the words inscribed at the base of the blade: 'Azure Dawn'. "A fine sword," he remarked. The blade was lightweight, its edge sharp yet restrained, and its flexibility was impressive, resisting even when Alexander applied his internal energy. As the prized weapon was claimed, envious eyes turned toward him, though none dared to seize it. Some items were simply beyond their reach.

he said. “They’re not ‘my people.’ They’re allies. There’s a difference. They follow my father because he’s never broken a promise, and because he fights beside them. Not from behind a wall.” She sheathed the dagger. “Duncan was right. The lowland lords will be at the border. Men like Lord Gryffen. He owns the mines south of the pass. He’s been trying to get my father’s land for years. This chaos is his opportunity.” “Then we will deal with Lord Gryffen,” Makil said, but his mind was on the ease with which she’d commanded the situation at the rockslide. “You called him by name. You knew his technique.”

“I’m sorry, Alpha, but you made the rules. A slave must be punished by the soldier she wronged, however he sees fit.” Fine. If he could not be reasoned with. “You can have her,” I said, and watched his chest fill with an immediate, fat satisfaction. He reached for her as if the moment were a proof of his worth. Her lips thinned, and I watched her bite the inside of her mouth, ready to beg. “I didn’t mean—” Do not beg, I thought, and the reflex made my mouth curve. Lust cursed me. Damn the goddess. That was when I moved. I let Gareth see the motion of my hand as I took Eris’s sword from its scabbard, a show of intent, a punctuation. I do not send metal unless I have decided a throat should op

"Since you are so aggressive, you can't blame me for being cruel and merciless. You and your rubbish subordinates will not be able to leave today." Crack! Jenson raised his right hand, and a shining and brilliant longsword tightly clutched in his grip as soon as the last word was finished. The sword was long and narrow, about an inch longer than most. In the sunlight, it was sharp and dazzling. That long sword belonged to the Famed Sword Manor, and it was also known as the Abysmal. It was personally obtained by the master of the Famed Sword Manor.

The aura this red-eyed man was emanating was too much for my poor soul. Listening to what my father said, I realized he was in debt, once again! Now that he had no money, what was he going to trade? I wondered as I thought back to a pendant of mine he had almost snatched when he was in debt, claiming it could also pay his debt. That day was a day worth recalling… “And what are you going to use to pay me? Be quick about it, my patience is so little,” Mr. red eye said, and I noticed the nonchalant expression he had on. One look at that expression told me that killing was a piece of cake for him.

Michael sneered, pulling out the cross-shaped greatsword hanging at his waist. In an instant, it seemed as though a sun had appeared, casting a blinding light that made people's eyes ache. Wilbur squinted as he looked at the cross-shaped greatsword. A golden radiance adorned the large sword, so dense that it obscured the details of the blade. However, the vast power emanating from it caused a mournful hum to echo across the entire grassland. "Another divine weapon! The heritage of the Holy Illuminati is truly enviable," Wilbur commented with a sigh.

"Pleated fine steel long sword, only for 100 gold. It cuts iron like mud is, an absolute great self-defense weapon!" "Hey, everyone, take a look. The light body armor made by the masters from Hammering House. It is engraved with Primary Rank inscription, thus impervious to blades and spears. And you can also move freely while wearing it..." "'Qi-Drawing Pill' is on sale. Even if ordinary people eat one, they may feel a sense of Qi. It's crunchy and delicious. Come and get it!"

I accepted the dagger with a nod of approval, tucking it away securely. "In addition," Maxwell continued, presenting me with a silver sword, "I've had this crafted for you. Silver, lethal to vampires and wolves, but harmless to you, Your Highness. It may prove invaluable within the enemy's stronghold." I inspected the blade, a smirk tugging at the corners of my lips. "A thoughtful gesture," I acknowledged, feeling the weight of power in my grasp. "It will serve its purpose well." With a swift motion, I tested the sword's balance, nodding in satisfaction. "Let us proceed," I declared, my tone firm and commanding. "The battle has just begun".

I said, "I'll take it then… about the weapon if it is possible I prefer, a standard sword." She nodded and scrolled at her inventory, after a few minutes of scrolling she grinned triumphantly, "Then… how about this sword?" she asked and gave me a Chromium Tungsten-steel sword, "The design and firepower is not as strong as the ones you'll find in the market, but it is made of the best combination of steel, material wise it is the best sword you can get, this is one for the most expensive ones I have." "It is settled!" I confirmed and the transfer was successful. 500,000 coins had been deducted to my account.

The brilliant golden radiance enveloped him, enduring, unyielding, and powerful. Pearlo swung his sword 13 times, but he could not break through the golden radiance. Logan retaliated, hitting the ancient sword 13 times, each punch heavier than the last. The sword buzzed and shuddered as if it couldn't take more hits. "Lambini is the second most famous sword of Pearl Hall. It is more powerful than Boltair. Yet, it could not harm his body. Is High Master Pearce at the Great Diamond Grade as well?" wondered Lady Pheasant with shock.