Naked Sword Art Novels & Stories

“500 Nars and it will be yours.” Damn that’s quite expensive! Mabuti na lang wala akong rason upang bilhin ito. I’m not fan pf swords dahil kahit mukha silang magaan but actually they are heavy, and me without proper muscles nor training. It might be the one to kill me rather than my enemy. I just shook my head and listened to the lady’s introduction of the second weapon.

Alban raised his hand and motioned for Little Apple to attack first. A disciple from a big sect was absolutely polite on the surface. As for what what he was like in private, nobody knew about it. Little Apple nodded gently. Seeing this, he did not stand on ceremony and jumped up next. Alban's expression was calm. Babylon Nine Skills was the most mysterious sword art in the world. It had the sharpness of forestalling the enemy, but also the stability of beating people later. This was a sword art that had been tempered for dozens of generations in Babylon.

Bowing his head down he just kept on listening to his mother's words which were acting as knives piercing right through his heart. Being satisfied with all the beating Mrs. Yu locked Jun in Seong's room for the night. She didn't want to see a sluts face during dinner. Hiding his face between his knees Jun cried his heart out. The words of his mother kept on running through his head like a cursed song. Which he didn't like at all. He sprang up straight with tears in his eyes, Jun ruffles through his drawer and smiles a bit seeing a shiny thing below his old books. Taking the shiny blade out of the drawer, he swiftly rolls the sleeves of his hoodie up showing multiple marks of scratches. Closi

I say showing the rainbow of colours in my eyes and raising ice spikes all around us blocking everyone out except me, Kane and Damon, Kane starts to circle the arena growling. “Don’t stop! Kill them all.” Damon commands his warriors. He takes his swords out and readies himself to fight me. I laugh inwardly, sword fighting is a thing of the past for most warriors but where I come from it is a necessity, you’re not a warrior until you learn to master sword fighting. I draw my sword handed down to me as the new Queen, it has Norse symbols etched into it made of silver and cuts through diamonds like butter. The second I raise my sword Damon attacks, sparks fly as they connect.

“Princess, we need to leave!” The loud thud on the door awoke Maria from her thoughts. Her eyebrows creased as she was annoyed by the sudden interruption. She walked towards the door and opened it, standing right outside was a tall, sturdy man. Sweat poured unceasingly from his forehead down to his chin, Maria looked at his hand, and the sword he held. Bloodstains, she thought. “Lord Falstad, why is there blood on your sword?” Staring straight at Falstad, she asked in concern. A mutiny perhaps? Unlikely, there are knights in the castle far better in swordsmanship than Falstad.

"Battle raged on across the continent, until finally, Markelus faced off with Eon. He drove his sword to the tyrant's heart, and killed him. Henceforth he became known as the Godslayer, and his weapon, the-" "Sword of the Godslayer." Minos swung his arms sidewards, like a musician that just delivered a heartwarming ballad. "So you're not really after my father, you're after the sword." "Yes." "You could have just said that." "Where's the fun in that?" "The only one who had fun in this room was you." Cassana glanced at Rei, who gave her an affirmative nod. "I hope you're not planning to be a bard, because you are terrible at it."

Her intense gaze, hardened by countless battles, was tempered by her unwavering loyalty to Somerland. To Elysia's left stood Gareth Swordbane, widely feared and respected as the Sword Demon. He was a tall, imposing figure, his eyes sharp and deadly. Known for wielding a blade with unparalleled mastery, Gareth’s skill in swordsmanship was legendary, his reputation as a ruthless opponent striking fear into the hearts of all who dared challenge him. His sword, an ancient blade etched with runic symbols, was strapped across his back, and his eyes held a piercing focus that spoke of countless battles fought and won.

A voice of a very proud man said. Kira looked behind and saw a naked man, with tattoos all over his bulk, tan body. He had a cloth hanging on his waist. It is the only thing that covers his private part. He is holding a short sword with an arched blade and diagonal tip in his left hand, and a long wooden shield with weird markings on his right. “You must do your duty and save the world. It should not end. You must …” A heavy wind blew and when it was gone, Kira saw a battlefield, with people fighting each other and flames everywhere. Cries of help and the smell of blood are lingering in the air.

The Tenth Divine Prince was slashing violently and continuously with the sword. The golden sword was one of the Secondary Divine Artifacts in the God's Palace. Its name was Sky Attack and its only power was its sharpness. It was cast by the divine craftsmen of the previous generation in the God's Palace. It was said to be able to cut through everything. It was simply indestructible. With the sword in hand, the momentum of the Tenth Divine Prince increased greatly. "Screech!" The fiery Bi Fang retreated quickly. With a flap of its wings, a sea of flame swords covered the sky and engulfed the Tenth Divine Prince.

The sounds, despite their deafening silence, tingled my ears and skin. When one of them stabbed the sword toward my chest, my benign current led my entire body how to shun their movements while her current was inconsistent. I block her arms and flip them sideways. Then, I hold them still before pressing enough force to drag her body while trying to shun the other lady using a dagger. As soon as I had her body floating in the air steadily like a bloated balloon, I let go of my hands from her arms and change course right through her head. Her swift soft moan was my cue that I defeated one of them.