Nightmare Soul Calibur Sword Novels & Stories

“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.

"Please calm down, Mr. and Mrs. Swanson. Cassidy always wanted this targeted drug developed. It was her dying wish. She'd be thrilled if she knew we succeeded!" How dare he use my name? I couldn't help but tighten my fists. Clearly, Miles had no idea that I was back, much less that I was watching him put on such a shameless, scheming act. Pah! Dying wish, my foot! He was just making use of my parents' love for me and squeezing out every last drop of value from my name. But in his eyes, I was already dead. So what he was doing was essentially using a dead person's name to extort money from my parents.

"You will disappear and will never go back so you don't dare die until you grow a soul and I can reincarnate you." We focused our attention on her as she held Gabriel and Raphael by the neck. They have no trace of wounds but you can see the weakness in them as if they have been fighting Syne for years. Is Syne really that powerful? "Wait, what?" Vanna said. "Vampires can grow a soul?" "Anyone can grow a soul," she replied. "Let's settle this Michael," she firmly said. "Just us and let's forget about the vampires. After all, it should only be between us."

Back then, I believed her. Now, those words tasted like ash. She not only just used me, she already planned I should be killed after the mission, so that she will take all the glory.. After our chitty conversation we reached the chamber. The chamber pulsed with power and In the center it floated above a black altar, was a sword. Silver hilt. Red flame across the blade. The Soul Blade. Nyra reached for it. Then stopped. "It’s warded. Only the one who regrets most may lift it."

I gasped. Lunar Eclipse was more of a pack of mercenaries. No one knew the real names of the pack members, as they all had some sort of code name. The Alpha of the pack was known as Shadowstrike. Shadowstrike was considered the ultimate warrior, with skills that a normal werewolf didn’t possess. He could strike his opponents down with a single blow, but it wasn’t just because he was strong. There was a rumor that he could expel some sort of energy in his attacks that could knock someone down without ever touching them.

I gripped it tightly, feeling the rough texture beneath my fingers. With all the strength I had, I swung at Calantha, aiming straight for her chest. But before my blade could even come close, she flicked her wrist, and the sword shattered into dust. My heart pounded as I jumped back, barely avoiding her next attack; a whip of water that lashed toward my legs.

It was as if he was nothing but a stranger. He might have been part of my childhood growing up, but now, he was no longer the Finnie whom I knew. He was just Finnegan Churchill, nothing more. "Keep going," he ordered. I was just about to lift my legs when the pain got so bad that I couldn't help but fall backward. While falling down, I quickly grabbed onto the steps beneath me as ferociously as I could. I never even noticed that I'd dislocated or broken at least half of all my fingers.

"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."

Will eat your babies and kill your pets. It’s so far from the truth it’s comical. “What the hell are you waiting for? That fanger broke my wrist.” Lucas speeds forward, fingers wrapping around the gunman’s throat again. “You’re lucky that’s all I did. You tried to kill the woman I love. I’d do the same to you, but that death would be too quick.” “Get control of your attack dog.” Easton pulls out a knife. The tip of the blade has been dipped in a special kind of holy oil, working almost as well as my enchanted dagger. Almost.

"The cut . . . How is this important?" "That cut is not ordinary." Calix's face darkened. "The blade Navea tried to hurt you with—it is made from the metal mined at the rim of Sygnus, the void in the Underworld. When imbued with the right spells, it can take a mortal's soul to Hell regardless of its purity. While it can do so without killing the body instantly, the physical form with rot from the inside over a short period of time." Flashes of Damien's blackened neck appeared in Kat's mind. "So Damien's been hurt by this blade too. I got hurt by it. Does that mean I have no soul anymore?"