My Body Is Made Of Swords Novels & Stories

I don’t have the heart to cut it just yet, although I know I should. It’s more like I can’t because I do not want to have an uneven mess. “We did weapons training. Did you know that there was a sword made by the Diafor mages that can cut through anything, living and non-living things alike?” I shuddered when I remembered how Zander had shown me the sword that looked taller than me then almost passed out when he showed me what it could do. It sliced a tree in front of my eyes.

A great crash. The bloody silk thread once again broke the defense of the golden sword light. It was like a giant net twisting and Tang Folei's reassembled body was cut into palm-sized pieces again and fell from the sky. But obviously, that was another incarnation. Even if the body was cut into millions upon millions of pieces, not one drop of blood fell. It wasn't known what materials the bodies were composed of; strangely, it was like a real body. "Haha. Martial Uncle Qi, I've almost found out the secret of your sword skill!"

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.

Whoosh! The huge soul sword that was fighting against the three Divine Void Warriors completely swallowed the red light. The grayish-black sharp sword acted as if it came from an abyss as it broke through the attack and defense of the first three Divine Void Warriors. The sword pierced through the bodies of the three Divine Void Warriors within the blink of an eye. As the three huge soul swords pierced through their bodies, the first three Divine Void Warriors instantly turned into red specks of light and floated in midair.

Any daughter of Eve would be drooling. He was just wearing black jogging pants, and all the naked glory of his upper-half body was free for her eyes to ogle at. How on earth would I be memorising those kinds of swords when I memorised the outline of his naked body? Those thingies that wiggle a little bit when he moves? And those butt cheeks? Damn girl! You're hopeless.

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,

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.

"I will use this advantage to keep you here till you're ready." Her mother stared at her for seconds waiting for her to speak. "I don't understand", she finally said. Her mother only bent down and picked up a stick, "What is this?" "A stick?" She replied. Acquilina twirled the stick in hand. Bubbles of water start to form around the stick, the bubbles slowly become streams of water swirling around the stick. She swings her hand at the ground and let the stick fly, splitting the earth a few feet. She turned back to see her daughter shocked. "A sword isn't just a weapon you carry, it is an extension of your body and will."

"We don't need to go to Lin's house. Let's go to my place so I can change. This is a minor wound. I can handle it myself." Ludriev took her spirit sword she had previously put on the side of the arena, and followed him without anymore words. Spirit sword was forged in a special method for those who reached a certain level in swordsmanship. The sword was unique and believed to be sacred, as it had its own spirit, which, if it didn't feel a strong connection with the wielder, they wouldn't be able to use it. Therefore, usually a sword spirit only had one owner and vice versa.

The air shimmered with energy, a hum vibrating through the room, resonating with my heartbeat. Hours passed, and sweat ran down my brow, but I did not stop. Every swing, every chant, every breath infused the weapon with my soul. When it was finally finished, the blade glowed faintly with a silver-blue light, a heartbeat away from sentience. Holding it, I could feel my tribrid energy resonate within it. This was no ordinary weapon, it was a symbol, a promise, a storm yet to be unleashed.