My Holy Weapon Novels & Stories

Some of the most commonly known types of heirlooms in the world of swordsmanship are the Forbidden Heirloom, the Matchless Heirloom, the Cursed Heirloom, and the existence of which is still being debated is the Heavenly Relic. Forbidden Heritage is a term for heirlooms that have great abilities but must be redeemed with great sacrifice or risk if they have them. The Matchless Heirloom is the most commonly contested heirloom among warriors because its prowess is not accompanied by great risks and sacrifices. Meanwhile, the Cursed Heirloom is a term for several heirlooms that have the power to bring bad luck.

"They are awakening the God-Slayer Engine. It doesn't run on magical ciphers or runic code. It is pure, raw, primordial divine steel. It is Read-Only Memory (ROM). It cannot be hacked, it cannot be spoofed, and it cannot be deleted." Xander stared at the massive holographic weapon, his radioactive crimson eyes narrowing into slits. A dark, predatory grin slowly split his fangs. "So, they’re bringing a giant physical hammer to a software fight," Xander rumbled, his claws extending with a terrifying click. "Good. If we can't hack it, that means I get to physically smash it into a million pieces." I looked up at my Mate, my heart synchronizing perfectly with his lawless, unyielding courage. The

Then I jabbed him slightly in the side with my elbow. “You can do that. I am not breaching the contract.” I whispered to him, smiling so it looked like we were teasing each other. He shot me an amused look before straightening as the officiant cleared his throat. “Dear beloved, we are gathered here today to witness the union of Lucas Alexander Hayes and Elizabeth Grace Lancaster,” the officiant started, and I blanked, not listening until the officiant started the vows. “Will you, Lucas Alexander Hayes, take Elizabeth Grace Lancaster to be your lawfully wedded wife, to stand beside her through every joy and hardship, to love, honor, and cherish her, in sickness and in health, for richer or po

A withered bone sat crookedly in a corner inside the tomb, a long sword on the left and a half-arm-length cold blade on the right. “Blade Hero.” The man in white walked toward that withered bone at the first opportunity. At this moment, this man, who had been able to keep his mind calm before, revealed a hint of excitement. “This is Blade Hero.” Saying that, he looked at the two sides of the Blade Hero’s skeleton and said, “Sword of Grace and Heavenly Conquering Blade, these are the two divine weapons possessed by Blade Hero.” “Sword of Grace and Heavenly Conquering Blade?”

A reflection of the owner’s will. A Celestial Guardian’s sacred weapon was by very definition this, and just as there were not two souls that were the same in this vast world, there were not two identical sacred weapons. Rania’s was a bow and a single arrow made of her spiritual power that always came back to her. Julian had dual guns, Ayla knew of this, but had yet to see him materialise them during training. Their Master’s weapon was a long battle axe that he only summoned when on missions, but she had seen it once and it was a hell of a big weapon. Master Aldrich was tall but slim, so it was difficult to picture him fighting with such a weapon.

“That we really don’t have much to go on. That no matter what we plan, it’s suicide.” He nodded but stood up as Max came in the room, carrying a large metal box. I walked over to him and looked down. I had scrawled VP on the top to separate the weapons I used for vampires or werewolves or humans. Max was nice enough to get it up from the basement. Opening it, I surveyed my stash. Two swords, forged in holy water. Four knives, also forged in holy water. Eight grenades, while not forged in holy water, they had a compound that the Vampire Hunters Guild concocted. It reacted the same as sunlight to newborn vampires. Burnt every vampire to a crisp.

Her steps quickened when she heard of the growls coming from the sector where the bedchamber lies, she muttered a language indistinguishable and unfamiliar to all; Though Norman thought it was very similar to the elven language he once heard from a half-elf. They were then stopped by a large mob of undead blocking their way, the undead seems to be currently being fended off at the other side hence giving hope to Mary over her daughter’s safety. “Fiendo!” She clapped her hand and a small fiery ball appeared, it rapidly inflated until its appearance had turned menacing. When it reached a certain size, Mary released her spell towards the undead mob. The ball exploded after colliding against an

The fragments fell into the lake, leaving only the hilt in Dorian's hand. Looking at the hilt in his hand, Dorian couldn't help but feel sad. He missed his previous Durendal a little. The weapon of the Emperor Way had never been broken even when facing Excalibur, let alone a mere Snow Soul. Unfortunately, Durendal was no longer in his hands. At this moment, Jason twisted a sword skill in his hand, and a golden light broke through the air. Excalibur, the holy weapon of the Realm of Adria, was unsheathed.

I knew I couldn't promise her a miracle, but I needed her to believe that there was hope, that her mother would find the strength to fight this battle. She looked at me, her gaze searching my eyes as if trying to discern the truth. I met her gaze with unwavering sincerity, hoping that she would find solace in my words. "You're not alone in this, Arcane. We're all here for you, every step of the way." Her shoulders shook as she let out a deep, shuddering breath, and a tear slid down her cheek. She nodded, her voice barely above a whisper. "Thank you, Xavier."

Madam Amelia asked. “My plan was to render her powers useless.” I diplomatically said. Though, as I did, I felt the copper dagger I had bought with me. The one I was going to stab into her heart. The real answer, yes, I was going to kill her daughter. Madam Amelia seemed to know this as she nodded her head at me.