Naked Sword Art Novels & Stories

The obsidian blade goes through the grey Harvester’s plate as though the plate is warm wax, and the cut does not slow at the armor the way every law of the physical world says it should, because the engine is at full and full means the blade carries my entire frequency into the steel ahead of the edge, and the steel forgets, for one impossible instant, how to be solid.

It is rumoured that the dragon sword's aura eliminates the regeneration of beings . " T-This... What are you doing? Kill her already!" Scarlett shouted, impatiently. Her nervousness overjoyed me to kill more of her remaining knights. I unsheathed another sword which was called Soul reaper. The mysterious sword that Drystan gave me before going into the battlefield. " Thanks to him, I can wipe out even the souls of these pathetic blood suckers," I cursed, slashing off the last black hood knight's head. His soul evaporated leaving only the dust of ashes.

“Sometime this week. Another day or two, I think. Leana is going with him.” Cayd and I walked outside to see the now never-ending line of people trying to pull the sword from the stone. I have to admit, Cayd wasn’t wrong. It looks strangely like the fairy tale sword, Excalibur. Aolis’s sword is a royal sword with an ornate handle that only adds to the image. I’m not sure if it was a lucky placement or if the rock formed around the sword, but the result is definitely something of fairy tales.

Boro and Mika stood in the sand circle as the two finalists. The animosity between the two was so thick in the air it was almost palpable. Boro stood in the ready form, Crane In The Water, standing perfectly balanced on one leg, his sword held out before him. Mika stood in a form that Boro didn't recognize. Boro prided himself on knowing all the forms of classical, and modern, sword art, the fact he didn't recognize this one was puzzling.

Then I saw him. He stood where no path led, bronze skin gleaming as if hammered straight from ore, eyes faceted obsidian, hair pulled tight into a knot that never moved. Armour wrapped his body in shifting light—blades folded over each other, edges reforming every time my focus tried to hold. A sword the size of a man’s height rode his back, silent, patient. A weapon, not a man. Nyxara’s tone was ice: The First Blade. The name dragged dust from the rafters. Even Selene’s silver shivered.

Zephyr Khan had some knowledge of the top ten Secondary Divine Artifacts through the Nine Netherbird. He just didn't expect to meet the Scarlet Black Sword in this city. Looking at these seven swords, Zephyr Khan couldn't help but feel happy. After all, this was one of the top ten Secondary Divine Artifacts, and the peerless sharpness and killing intent now had not yet been fully released. Otherwise, the whole room would have been destroyed by its creepy bladed energy. Although Zephyr Khan practiced swordsmanship, it did not stop him from using this peerless killing weapon.

I rolled my eyes, thinking she was just being dramatic. Suddenly an unfamiliar figure came into view giggling and clapping his hands in a sinister way as he narrowed his gaze at me. His stare remained fixed on me with an unerring intensity. I gulped down a lump trying to gather my thoughts together as my heart raced while Nyx's growl turned into a fierce snarl. "I told you," Nyx states. Fighting back the urge to roll my eyes as she gloats. Soon the man's lips wiggled into a snicker. “I must say, Sage has quite the taste”

“Then I uninstall.” I slip it on. Darkness swallows me whole. The world hums alive around me. At first it’s exactly what I expected — a basic menu screen, empty grid stretching into nothing. Floating text hovers in front of me: Choose Avatar. Adjust Body. Begin Experience. I raise a trembling hand and drag sliders. Taller. Slimmer. No acne. The kind of body I’ll never have outside this headset. My shy gamer self sculpted into something else entirely. “Not bad,” I murmur.

For a short while each morning, the citadel felt almost peaceful. Adrian stepped into the open courtyard with his sword resting against his shoulder. The stone beneath his boots was cold, still damp with the night’s lingering frost. Thin mist curled along the edges of the training grounds, giving the towering walls a ghostlike appearance. He set the sword down carefully in the center of the courtyard. The weapon was enormous—nearly as tall as his shoulder and heavy enough that most soldiers struggled to lift it with both hands. Adrian lifted it easily. The familiar weight settled into his grip like an old companion.

She feels broken. She stood holding her upper arm bone with her shoulder. She straightened her body and then attacked Ardina once more. Nara showed her sword stance to Ardina when the sword she controlled began to block Nara. Then the sword moved by itself according to Ardina's thoughts. The girl continued to advance towards Nara. Nara continued to be pressed with sword movements that she had never seen from the results of peeking at the soldiers and also her father. The swordsmanship that Ardina cast was something new that she had seen during her stay in hell.