Mors Mihi Lucrum Sword Novels & Stories

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.

Yman chose the sword that about 2 feet in length. It was laying beside the silver shortsword. The name of the sword was Gladius. It has a double edge. It wasn't too short and wasn't long at the same time. It cost 350 GP only. Much cheaper than the silver shortsword. And had an additional attack of +15, much lower compared to the shortsword.

’ everybody assumed impatiently. Tension of the crowd was aroused in alarm, their hearts raced with unwelcoming anticipation. Finally, a figure emerged from the huge waves as a victor, the sword of Eryndor– Eryndor, exhausted but triumphant, his Conch shell still clutched in his hand.

It was the moment he had been waiting for. The sword that Maximus was holding was a precious treasure, and it was a famous sword known as Serpent. The sword looked soft, but once it was held and had been injected with vital energy, it would become so sharp that it could cut swords in half as if they were made of clay. Maximus had used the gleam of the sword to dazzle Sebastian so that he could get the advantage over him. If Sebastian turned his head, Maximus was sure that he could kill him with one blow.

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

“You have a choice, Lucifer. Either you fight me here and now, and I spare your subjects, or my army lays waste to you and your kingdom.” Lucifer cracks his neck for a moment, his eyes growing solemn as he takes in my resolute expression. My arms tense, and my legs spread in a fighting stance as soon as he materializes his sword. The sword is even more impressive than mine. It’s at least six feet in height, with an intricately braided brass hilt and a sharp blade surrounded by black flames.

The old vampire smiled and nodded. "We have much to discuss young one but first let me give you the true sword that ended your family," Marcos said as he turned the hilt out for Lucian. "It is the Torrent sword. The only weapon that steals souls immediately and traps them within. Your parents' souls are locked within its steel," Marcos said sullenly and Lucian held up the sword with a frown. Marcos, seeing the black rapier I was still holding, nodded. "You still have the other, impressive," Marcos grinned.

BLADE 3. Pain. It was all I felt when I shot my eyes opened. I felt so sore and tired. The memories of how Lorenzo plunged deeper into me last night filled my mind. He was so cruel to me. I didn't find any enjoyment in it at all. I tried lifting my hands and I was happy It was back to functioning. My tit hurts too as a result of the sucking he did last night.

"Someone with a stronger right arm will use their right hand for everything. Lycans are stronger when shifted, the abilities are simply a plus." Faye smiled. "Must be nice." Suddenly, Emris appeared in front of her and she let out a gasp. He cocked his head to the side, narrowing his eyes. "Why are you so curious about our abilities?" "I'm making conversation! Geez!" She breathed and attempted to shove him away, but he didn't budge. She took a step back, then tripped on her legs. Emris caught her in the blink of an eye- his arm holding her waist and her hands firmly on his chest.

VIKTOR “Please!” I screamed, my knees slamming into the stone as the blade hovered above the baby’s neck. The cold metal shook, trembling with the weight of death. The baby’s shrill cry tore through the air, slicing me open from the inside. My heir. My blood. “Stop,” I choked, my voice breaking. “Please.” But my pleas were denied. The sword came down with a sickening thump against her tiny neck. Blood sprayed warm across my hands. The taste of iron filled my mouth as I screamed again. And again. And again.