Nanami Sword Novels & Stories

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.

Something sliced through the air and the vine got cut up into several bits. "Seriously, who goes running into battle without a single weapon on you? Did you hang out with the barbarians too much?" Aimi chided as she made her grand entrance. She tossed swords that were incredibly light and easy to wield to Naoko and Tadashi. "I haven't forgotten my purpose of being here." Naoko was impressed with how Aimi's words conveyed different meanings to her and Tadashi but served the same effect.

I bow my head respectfully to the armour and stand up, giving one last look as I follow behind Keomi. “That armour belonged to my ancestor, the legendary Samurai, Minato Hamada. He was a great warrior and clan leader. In here you find my papas armour. Even though we don’t wear them anymore, we still have them made. It is a tradition in our family. We have used the same sword smiths for generations. Our steel is the best. The Katanas you use are made by our sword smiths.” She says, and I look at her in awe. I have always found Japanese history and their culture fascinating. “I had no idea. Please thank them for me,” she giggles and nods her head.

She slowly extended a hand and gripped the sword on her back. Once again, she drew her sword. Instantly, a chill ran through the air. Isolde held the sword in her right hand, in front of her chest. Then, she used her left index and middle finger to gently stroke the blade. Her movements were tender, as though caressing a lover. "Its name is Swanflight. It is 33 inches long and 1 inch wide. It was forged by the first leader of the Lunaria Order, and it has been passed down for over 500 years. It is known as one of the three divine weapons of Daneast."

“War Deity? What does that mean?” “Yes. Equivalent to Somerland’s God of War. But Norman isn’t just strong—he’s terrifying. They call him the Sword Maniac because he is obsessed with the blade. He once fought Gareath Swordbane, and they were evenly matched. And Norman’s only fifty.” Danial’s eyes widened. “You’re telling me he could rival a Grandmaster?”

High Council Elder Nami bows her head to High Council Elder Alpha Blade she turns slightly and takes the ceremonial dagger presented next to her by Elder Sora, holding out her hand, Blade releases Xana’s hand to present his. Elder Nami then cuts Blade’s palm before taking Princess Xana’s hand and placing a cut in her palm too. Elder Nami then reconnects their hands and takes a small step back as a wave of energy passes out over all those who are there to witness. Elder Nami then turns to Prince Silas and repeats, “Prince Silas, do you solemnly swear to support, defend and protect Queen Xana and the entire AshMane kingdom against all enemies both within and without?”

Up until this point, even though he knew that she'd once tried to leave him in a foreign country to fend off for himself, he's still thought about her safety. And that send a stab of pain and regret right through her. Still smiling, Navea took a slim blade from the folds of her dress. The motion produced a sharp swish, the cartoonish sound effect movies use on swordfights, except that it was nowhere near close to cartoonish now. The blade itself was about a foot long, with a carved golden handle and a pointed black blade. She examined it in the moonlight, running her fingers along the intricate carvings. When she noticed Kat looking at it, she laughed and said, "You like this, Katalina? This

The leather looked old but the blade still looked strangely sharp. “A name... who's name is this?” I asked as I stared at the initial again. “This sword belongs to my mother. You can have it, it's the best blade I have used in my life.” Sansa stated. I was about to argue on how I didn't deserve to have such a valuable sword but the look on her face stopped me. I smiled as I stared at the sword. “I will protect this sword with my life. Only the strongest of foes will I slay it with.” I said boastfully.

Even if they would still respond if the master only used their energy. Rion's sword was named Zephyr. The 'gentle breeze', even though the attack was not anything gentle at all. It was always deadly, but with the minimum wound. This is how Rion could show a little compassion to those who fell as his enemies. A quick, merciful death.

I will rather give up my life in exchange for peace in my realm. I will arrange a meeting straight away and give out my instructions. I don't need my wolf to command my people. I have Dainné with me, Dianne is the name of the sword gifted to me by the moon Goddess, only me for thousands of years that had passed can wield that sword. the sword when unsheathed can never be sheathed back without it tasting or spilling blood. a bloodthirsty sword and one of it kind. I stretch my hands and open my palm in front of me, a fine-sheathed sword with a carving of a wolfman and a moon engraved on it.