Noctis Swords Novels & Stories

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.

"That you have to go get it." "Why does this sound like a trick?" I crossed my arms over my chest. "Fine, don't believe me. I'm just trying to answer your questions." His form began to fade into shadows. "No, wait. I'll listen," I begged. His form solidified again. "Tell me about this Night Sword." Remi lifted his finger. "The Night Sword is a legendary sword that was foraged to defeat the eternal blackness. It is said-," "Wait... eternal blackness? Like the darkness?"

And as I imagined for a longsword, it followed my will and shapeshifted to a longsword. “That’s enough!!!” August snatched the sword away from me. For some reason, August was breathing heavily with a worn out look. “…You win, Lucifer.” With that, August sheath his sword and return back to where he stood. …His reactions are telling the truth. This means… that sword was indeed the Crepusculum Ignotum. As for his relationship with the Spirit Sword King— I have no interest in it. “So… Kronos. Who exactly are you? Why were you so sure about the Spirit Sword King’s sword?”

Lazily as if all those worried faces were not directed to him, Nicklaus removed his sword too. But unlike Noah’s deadly sword, Nicklaus sword was just the normal sword. It looked weak compared to Noah’s and just one blow and it will break into pieces. The two sword were world apart and this busted ego and hope in Nephus soldiers.

My fingers are on my chin as I crouched and looked at it. The cover or the sheath was silver with a few pints of gold, I don't understand the engravings etched on it. Because of my curiosity, I held it and released it from its sheath. Unlike other sword, its blade was bluish and silver, the handle was wood in color and the cover was glass. It was not as heavy as it look. I lifted it up and swayed it... Imagining I was a samurai fighting some bad guys. I chuckled.

James walked toward Santino step by step, and Santino slowly backed away. At that moment, he had the idea of fleeing. However, he remembered his purpose of coming to the Twelfth Universe and stopped in his tracks. A dazzling glow appeared before him and turned into a sword. The sword was two meters long and had a sharp blade. Its blade glowed and exuded terrifying power. At a glance, James could tell it was a Chaotic Treasure. Santino held the long sword, and his aura grew stronger. He charged at James with a ferocious expression.

Moonstone accents adorned his gauntlets, greaves, and chest plate, pulsating with magical energy that resonated. In his hand, he wielded a sword forged from pure moonstone, its blade glowing softly with an inner light. The hilt was embellished with intricate patterns in Phaikón Árgyron resembling celestial constellations, further enhancing its mystical allure. As he brandished the sword, it seemed to hum with power.

The one I wore the night I killed the old master. I unhooked it carefully. Then came the blade. A curved longsword, forged in silver and obsidian, dormant for years. I had it made for the singular purpose of ending the past, but maybe it was time to use it again, to sever what remains of the threat that haunts us now. I laid the outfit and blade out on the table, like an offering to the gods of war. Morning was still hours away, but sleep no longer existed in my world. When Lunessa stirred awake, the first thing she did was reach for me. I was already seated at the edge of the bed.

They crossed swords, looking at each other with hostile glances through the shiny steel of their weapons. Onyx made several feinting lunges, then swung his sword straight, aiming for the lord's throat. Tristan retreated, parrying Felix's sword. When the sharp, black blade of the Night Raven touched the steel of the sword, Tantario noticed with horror that it plunged into the metal like a knife into butter. Breaking the contact, Tantario looked at his weapon - a deep notch appeared on the surface of the sword. The next blow of the black blade gave the knight's sword a new scratch. Tristan circled around the advancing Onyx, trying to keep the weapons close only with the flat side of the blade.