Noctis Swords Novels & Stories

The bloody sword steadily floats beside her to the confusion of everyone. "Who are you?" Nicolo whispered, still in disbelief. His two strong sorcerers were on the floor, swimming in their own blood. Killed with a sword without a bearer. "Your nightmare" she calmly muttered. Her simple words made Nicolo gasp in fear but redeemed himself on time. Glaring at her, he gestured to his other men to advance towards her. "This is getting tiresome" she exclaimed in annoyance and in a flick of her fingers the remaining swords darted towards the men killing them on the spot.

The brother’s eyes flared with a golden, eerie radiance, so bright it seemed to hollow out his expression, leaving only wrath made visible. His voice rumbled through the fractured air, cold and divine. “You forced my hand, mortal… this next strike will be your end.” He stretched out his palm. Light gathered—first a spark, then a stream, then an overwhelming torrent. In a blink, a broad sword materialised in his grip, forged from blinding white and molten gold. Golden edges shimmered like heated metal meeting sunlight, while the white blade pulsed with interwoven golden runes that looked alive, crawling beneath the surface like veins. The hilt was short—not built for leverage, but for gods wh

He pulled somethings out from there. He handed each of us a unique weapon. My hands steady as I examined mine. It was a curved blade, its hilt wrapped in leather. "This is a crescent blade," my father explained. "It's been enchanted with silver, so it's especially effective against creatures of the night." He said pressing it onto me. Tristan held up his weapon, a long, straight sword with a pointed tip. "What's this?" he asked. "That's a sun sword," my father replied. "It's been imbued with the power of the sun, so it's especially effective against darkness.Any form of it. "

Kael or rather, Cassian stood beside me with a calm smile. “I forgot to mention we have company.” He lifted both hands into the air. Almost immediately, two swords were thrown toward him. He caught them effortlessly by their hilts. The blades were long and razor-sharp, forged from dark steel. Intricate silver patterns ran along the edges, while the Silver Moon crest was engraved into the guards. Cassian turned toward me and stretched one of the swords out to me. “Take this.” I stared at the weapon. Me? Nyra's voice immediately answered. ‘Take it’

" Zahn bellowed, a loud rumble ensuing as a yellow shield appeared around him. Pow! Pow! Pow! However, Zahn's face dropped as the sword beams stabbed repeatedly on his shield. Swish! Suddenly, the four flying swords streaked high above before shooting downward again. "Argh!!!" In a split second, the swords decapitated four Nistral elders! "W-What?!" The clashing Nistrals and Zorondans paled as they watched and gaped at the four flying swords in terror! Udal, who was fighting against Patriarch Nispark of Nistral, could feel his own eyes shining.

That was why the Kissons were just asking for trouble by owning a celestial-grade weapon without having a Soul Awakening stage expert among them. "Is submitting the only thing we can do?" Norbert demanded defiantly. He clenched his teeth and slammed his palm on the table. The Drakespring Sword was a celestial-grade weapon, but even if it was an ordinary sword, it was still a family heirloom. If Norbert just handed it over, how could he face his ancestors? His father, Aurelius Kisson, was already very sick. How could he bear such a blow? He might die as soon as the Kissons handed the treasure over.

A crest gleamed on his chest plate: the Moonveil Citadel emblem, a silver wolf's head wreathed in thorns, symbol of an ancient order long whispered in legends. In his grip, he wielded a sword that sang of forgotten forges—a massive greatsword with a blade as long as a man's arm, etched with glowing runes that pulsed like veins of starlight. The hilt wrapped in blackened leather, guarded by a crossbar shaped like crossed fangs, it hummed with arcane power, cleaving through monster hides as if they were parchment. Each swing arced with devastating force, severing limbs and heads in sprays of dark ichor, the warrior pivoting seamlessly, boots sinking into the mire without falter. He fought alon

In less than 6 seconds Nyos had eliminated 5 skeletons, reducing the group from 14 to 9. Keil raised his great metal shield high and advanced against the enemy formation; each of his footsteps rumbled loudly and he firmly unsheathed his white Mikarta-handled sword and Adamantite guard. Without even hesitating, and with the force of a train he rammed the skeletons, among them, the one who received the impact of the onslaught with the shield was totally smashed. The weapon in Keil's hands was a Mithryl bladed longsword, the damascus design on the blade of the weapon revealing similar forging patterns of intertwined rose stems which glowed with a dim crimson light due to enchantments. of the we

The dozen or so cultivators guarding Firton simultaneously turned into shadows and charged at No-Night. "Hmph." No-Night let out a cold snort and said, "How laughable. Now, let me show you the power of my ancient bloodline." With that, No-Night flipped his right hand, and a white blade of light appeared in his grasp. Gripping the white blade with both hands, he unleashed a powerful slash. Instantly, a formidable sword energy swept out, and although the dozens of cultivators had activated their protective shields, their shields were obliterated the moment they made contact with the sword energy. In the blink of an eye, they were all slain.

“Of course, you guys keep watch, when we get back, I swear I’ll take a day off to go to the falls together.” “We got it Alpha...” They said and afterward, they whisper in a low tone, “Be careful dad.” I give a nod of assent, jump and transform, starting to run to get to Sky as soon as possible. “My wife is overly wooed.” Nicolette POV Silver and I haven’t moved an inch, but as soon as the wind around us stops, we start charging. Silver also created two long swords with black blades and a skull for the hilt. When the swords come into contact, an annoying sound is created and a shockwave makes the trees bend in the opposite direction to ours.