Nightmare Soul Calibur Sword Novels & Stories

before any follow up training. After finishing his 100 Squats, Theo was dead tired, so he took 30 minute rest and start running. from his house to town is only 10 meters, so he decided that the route he will take will be that. running approx. 30 min minute, he took rest. so that he can start swinging the sword. After taking rest Theo took the sword, still mesmerized how beautiful was the black sword, he notice that, there was something engraved in the handle of sword. Theo look at the engraving and read," Agerico, hmm, it must be name of the sword, let see what is written down," he muttered." drop a drop of blood, what does it meant" feeling confused and little bit of fear, Theo decided that

She turned towards the doorway, frowning in concentration. He sensed her nerves, but as he man stepped across the threshold, her eyes went black again. She rose slowly, pushing her palm forward again, as those tendrils surrounded her once more, connecting to them as the larger one from her hand shot out towards the human's chest. It hit him hard, and he collapsed right in the doorway.

That's just me, a complete chaos of emotions. As the lights from the overhead lamp of my bathtub gets dimmer, I could no longer feel pain but a wave of peace like I was on heroine. I feel floating, I was lighter and as the lights start to flicker out, I let out a sigh and a smile - remembering my plan and how I will destroy all their lives. This is my end but only the beginning of my revenge. The letters. I took my last breath and then, darkness.

Death was right, but the person who caused it would suffer from remorse until he died. Pictures taken of a beautiful birthday celebrated and a picture of a happy family... Demir looked at his watch while sitting on the terrace. It was : and tonight was the end. The day came when he would put his daughter alive in the grave. He took the last sip of his drink and stood up. She staggered to her daughter's room. He grabbed the door handle. He didn't have the courage to open it. He lowered the handle of the door and walked slowly towards his daughter. He was sleeping peacefully. He had told his daughter, his life, everything, one by one, about his plans for tomorrow. He listened and agreed, cryin

The strongest of his attacks then came down. Kayson barely avoided it and suddenly asked, “Do you know Ground-Scrincan?” “I’ve heard of it. It’s an elusive technique of the Shamanian Society,” Ghoul Sword answered with a frown. Kayson suddenly let go of Celeste’s hand and dashed forward, shocking Ghoul Sword, who went flying at the collision before he could attack. “Ugh!” Ghoul Sword’s nose was broken alongside a few of his ribs, and he began to cough blood.

there will be no death or rebirth. I took the sword and entered the soul palace where father kept all the souls and I found her... the one that was shining the brightest... I grabbed the jar in which it was and got her out... I didn't even bother to read her name... once her soul was out, I ignited the sword with my power... that's it. Just one stab on it and this soul will stop existing. Then father won't be able to make her my mate... yes... that's it... one stab... I raised the sword and about to hit that soul when suddenly it stopped... the fire of sword dimmed and suddenly the sword was taken from my hand and I was pushed on the floor. It was Amenadiel with father. He took the soul and

Charlie had crafted a few amulets before the auction. During that time, blessed by the Cultivating Pill’s powerful spirit energy, Charlie had crafted a new magical instrument for himself. This magical instrument was stronger than the Thunder Order, and it was called the Soul Blade. The Thunder Order would call upon divine lightning and make a huge commotion, but its destructive ability wasn’t exactly great. However, the Soul Blade was different. The Soul Blade wouldn’t cause astronomical changes, and it was practically unnoticeable. Not only that, but the Soul Blade was much more powerful compared to the Thunder Order.

Caleb turned around and saw one of the dead warriors get up from the ground and rush towards him with a sword pointed at him. Caleb swerved to the side and as the sword was about reaching me, he caught the sword with his bare hand. He groaned as his hand began to sizzle against the silver blade. I could even see smoke rising from where his skin was making contact with the blade. "Arrrrgh," Caleb screamed as he broke the blade with his elbow. He then threw the blade into the air before catching it at the top and shoving it into the dead warriors head. He then jumped and kicked the dead warriors head off the body. The dead warrior then fell to the ground, headless.

For the handle, he took a piece of frozen wood and infused it with his flame before modeling it with his Ax into a crude pair or grips, he didn't have any form of glue but was pleasantly surprised that his fire made the whole thing hold in one piece. The final product ended being an ugly pitch-black shortsword with light-blue energy similar to souls in agony coming from its blade. When he took it to examine it further, he got a notification: [Item created!]: [Death infused sword.] Attack +3 Dexterity +2 Agility +1 Passive effect: [Soul reaper]: The Death infused sword automatically collects the souls killed by its blade to strengthening itself. Its master will absorb part of the spiritual fo

Boro and Mika stood in the sand circle as the two finalists. The animosity between the two was so thick in the air it was almost palpable. Boro stood in the ready form, Crane In The Water, standing perfectly balanced on one leg, his sword held out before him. Mika stood in a form that Boro didn't recognize. Boro prided himself on knowing all the forms of classical, and modern, sword art, the fact he didn't recognize this one was puzzling.