Naked Sword Art Novels & Stories

Caught off guard, Elder Noble stammered, “I, I, I’m just going back to my chambers. You should head back; the tranquility of these corridors is…scary.” Isolde’s response was anything but reassuring. Her smile, cold and calculating, sent a shiver down his spine. “Then let’s fill it with your screams,” she remarked casually, her words laced with a sinister intent. Before Elder Noble could react, Isolde’s hand shot out, gripping his shoulder with a strength that surprised him. The world seemed to blur for a moment, and then a searing pain radiated from his neck. His eyes widened in horror as he felt the sharp, biting sensation of a blade penetrating his flesh.

Usually, blades feel heavy, right before a kill, but this sword feels light, almost right. Rougher, slimmer fingers encircle my wrist, and I glance over my shoulder. Naomi. Guilt darkens her blue eyes. “I’m sorry,” she whispers, and for a second, I don’t see Naomi. I see green eyes and golden hair. I see a coy smile, and an evil glint in those eyes. I see Alaric, and his fingers are a brand around my wrist. I swing the sword without hesitating, and he twists sharply, avoiding the full brunt of the blow. Then it’s Naomi again, and I see I’ve cut her cheek. It’s bleeding.

A low rumble of amusement rolled through the arena. For a split second— Just a split second— His eyes narrowed. Ah. So he does have emotions. Good to know. But the moment passed quickly. His face went blank again. Emotionless. Then— Slowly— His hand moved to his side. My body tensed instantly. What was he— Metal flashed. My breath caught. He pulled out a sword. Not small. Not normal. Big. Heavy. The kind of blade meant to end fights permanently. The crowd LOST THEIR MINDS.

Cameo asked from behind me as I stepped into the air-conditioned space. I ignored him. My fingers drifted lazily over the weapons. Metal kissing my skin, while one name burned through my mind. Abel Roshid. “Sir?” “Cameo, do as I’ve said.” My voice cut in, cold and final. His heavy sigh followed, then the sound of the door closing behind him. When I was alone, I picked the flick blade with serrated edges. Unsheathed it and ran my thumb along the ridges, feeling every bite of it. A dark smile curled on my face.

“I’m really sorry about that. I’ll leave you then.” Before I could leave, he spoke again. “You don’t need to. I need a sparring partner, and you seem like the perfect fit.” “I don’t think I should,” I said. “Why not? Aren’t you a general or do you think I’m too below you to have a sparring session?” “I didn’t mean that,” I said. “Then?” I swallowed, nodding. “I accept.” I said. Cassien finally took out the sword that had stayed hidden behind his back all this while, and unsheathed it. My stomach knotted at the sight of the blade, glistening under the sun as he raised it.

Aaron hissed, his eyes cold and unfeeling as he stared at the two naked men in front of him. "Why don't you sit more comfortably on the bed?" Aaron's voice had a singsong quality as his eyes lingered disdainfully over their figures. David was still on all fours while Thomas was standing behind him, his hand clutching on David's ass. A few seconds later, the bedroom door opened to reveal Arthur, wearing the same navy blue buttoned down shirt, blue jeans and sneakers. He had disposed of the trucker cap that he wore to the club. His eyes were glacial as he took in the naked figures of David and Thomas on the bed.

He swing his sword aiming for his head. "Your head is mine!" Alucard then focus all his power to his attack. Hiyojin then attack Leomord within the air. The three warriors cornered Leomord. But, three shield emerges within Leomord's body. The three warriors didn't expect this tactic from him. Then, a numerous arrows were shot around Leomord. This arrows came from Leomord's body. The three warriors stepped back as they defend themselves against the arrows that launching in the area.

He softly whispered as he drew the blade. Only seconds had passed and the entire capital was enveloped in a bright violet light bright enough to be seen in space. As it died down Aisha saw Kent with the blade fully drawn and Rio motionless with cold lifeless eyes Sheathing the sword back into his belt. He snapped his fingers causing Rio’s form to fall into petal-shaped ashes and the barriers surrounding the Crystal Monoliths to be destroyed in a flash of violet light. Rio looked at the Knight Lord and mouthed "One day... I'll be back"

The air crackled with energy as her obscure words, which only the Gods could hear, filled the hall, weaving a web of power that only she could command. Suddenly, a whirlwind of shimmering swords materialised around the traitors, their blades gleaming with a silvery light. Each sword represented a facet of the crimes committed by the accused, a manifestation of the justice that would be meted out. The swords spun faster and faster, creating a mesmerising dance of light and Aurōraítēs, a metal of shimmering colours like the Mundane Realm's Northern Lights, entrancing the onlookers. The traitors stood frozen in place, their eyes wide with fear as they realised the full extent of the Queen's wra

She comically commented. "Well, it's a pretty long story, and a complicated one too." "I'm not one to listen to long stories, especially ones that involve a Nephilim sword and a crested family member from North Angus." Alicia kept wondering what that term meant. Slejj referred to her sword as such, and now Lora was calling it that as well.