Naked Sword Art Novels & Stories

The distinction was stark: wounds could be healed, but hearts pierced by the sacred weapons would not be revived. Eryndor, his chest heaving with exhaustion, gazed upon the carnage with a mix of awe and trepidation. His Shadowsting dagger, still trembling with the force of his final blow, seemed to whisper dark secrets in his ear. Jack Wolf, his Moonwhisper spear a glow with a soft, ethereal light, stood tall amidst the chaos. His eyes locked onto Eryndor, and a silent challenge issued between them. The arena, once a place of savage contest, had become a crucible for something greater. The true battle was far from over; in fact, it was only just beginning.

“Even with your belly ripped open, you still cling to life.” Bending down, Huang Fu brought his face within a mere inch of Xiu Jian’s bowed head, close enough to hear the ragged, desperate gasps of his foe. Huang Fu’s eyes gleamed as he watched Xiu Jian grimace in unbearable pain. Scarlet trickled from Xiu Jian’s temple, sliding down toward his eye. With a swift motion, Huang Fu reached for the sacred blade at Xiu Jian’s left hip—the legendary sword sheathed in a scabbard adorned with golden dragon carvings.

And yet, a part of him couldn’t help but feel the impatience creeping in, the lingering excitement to finally have the conversation he had been longing for. It was a big party, extravagant in every way, with elegant decorations, fine food, and a lively atmosphere that filled the grand hall. But compared to what Marcus truly wanted to give his father, it wasn’t even close. He had envisioned something far more meaningful, something that would have truly made Mario happy. This gathering, with all its grandeur, was nothing more than an illusion—a carefully crafted scene meant to mask the painful truth. The reality was far from this glittering spectacle. Mario wasn’t here, not really. He wasn’t s

"Step into the circle, Southern rat." Lucas Reed spat on the stone floor of the arena. He didn't look like a man about to fight. He looked like a man about to slaughter a pig. He rolled his shoulders, the heavy steel of his pauldrons clanking. In his right hand, a broadsword caught the grey light filtering through the cathedral’s high, shattered windows. The blade was dark. Not from blood. From a dull, oily sheen that didn't belong on a clean weapon.

Then taso uses his killing intent. If that's what you want you have challenged a god, COME FORTH! THE SWORD THAT CAN SLICE THROUGH SPACE AND TIME, HOLD SWORD DURANDAL! Then the holy sword Durandal comes pops out of thin air and then taso grabs the sword, and he uses a technique. AEROBA RENAKATA RO NAKATA DANCING SUN SLASH! Then the sword Durandal was burning fire in every structure of the sword, it was like the color of the sun.

The snippers he'd hired couldn't even hurt as much as a strand of Rosaleigh's hair as she managed to escaped unscathed yet again. After the unsuccessful attack, Edgar retreated to Orbloem like a pigeon to inform his Master about the reincarnation of the Princess and Heir of Orbloem, ignoring the red-haired bastard's search and thus letting sparks grow into flames that were to bring his end. ***

She flashed me a smirk, hearing Zachary’s compliment. “Thanks. You don't look bad yourself.” I say, eyeing the suit that was made from my hand. He looked really good in the black suit that was embroidered with golden leaves and an arrow that pierced one of the leaves. It was an art, one that couldn't be seen if it wasn't examined closely. I wondered how good it would look on Gray, Would he be happy If I made one from him? “Are you okay?” Zachary's voice brings me back to the present. I blinked and smiled at him.

BLADE'S POV I had been at the balcony staring at the beautiful constellations when she had walked towards the horsemen fountain which was one of my favorite artwork in the house and was also Dexter's most hated artwork. The cool breeze had swept her golden blonde hair across her face making her more enticing to my wolf. "Just stop it!" I snapped at Jordan. The fact that she wasn't terrified by the scary ten foot tall horsemen statues by the fountain made me develop an instant liking towards her.

They rest for a moment and left. Catherine went to the nearest pond and started practicing with the wooden sword. Hikaru saw her, he was carrying Destiny’s sword. He don’t know what is he feeling towards her. His heart was beating so fast and that time seems very slow when he's around her. He went closer to her. "You are doing well. Destiny would be glad if you practice with this.” Hikaru gave Catherine the sword Destiny has left. Catherine was surprised seeing the sword again. He holds the wooden sword and she was staring at the sword Hikaru handed.

It took in a deep breath for another belch of flame. I extended my hand out. "Sword!" Nothing happened. The dragon's maw opened wide, ready to spit flame. "I am Nami! Sword!" The Aurora Sword flew from the trees. It landed in my hand just as the black flames extended from the dragon's mouth. The Aurora Sword lengthened and split the flame in two. The sword, my armor, and my wings all emanated white and rainbow light as I held fast against the black flame.