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. "

He held me down forcefully, pinning both my hands above my head with one of his. "I've sent Samson away. You can scream until you're hoarse; no one will come." He laughed cheerfully, like a cat toying with a mouse, enjoying the sight of my fear and rage. In my panic, my hand brushed against a heavy glass ashtray. I grabbed it and swung it hard at his head. However, Louis dodged, and his face darkened as he shoved me back onto the couch. "You bitch! I'm going to screw you senseless today!"

hot crowds, and again Villa Farnesina caught fire under the amnari of riots, in the blows of the whip, and of the cries of the boyars shouting from the height of their chariots, a handsome young man with a rather courteous, clumsy face. noble enough for his tense smile, and dead for passers-by, he did not force himself to overtake the wardrobe of the great seniors, he wore an emerald green coat not very new, but also without warp on his elbows, with folds, and on his neck hangs a chain gold, where a large cross, like a well-known order, was hung on the fierce chest, clad in gold with four red rubies, which shone in the end of each arm encrusted, meaning the four winds of the world, a blue s

Yric looked up, meeting the man’s eyes. He pushed Yric’s forehead away to stop the abnormal beating of his heart. He walked closer to where his two friends were sitting, who were just looking at him. They could not speak because of fear for him. He turned his gaze to Noah. “Stand up,” he ordered. Noah reluctantly obeyed, with nothing coming out of his mouth. Following that, he snapped his finger to keep the two from moving. When he was sure that they wouldn’t act if he did something, he took out his sword made of ice.

" 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