Noctis Swords Novels & Stories

Each strike resonated with a raw, primal energy, their swords meeting in a symphony of metal that reverberated through the ancient trees. Maximus, renowned for his prowess in the arena, found himself facing a different breed of adversary in Ganicus. The Athenian commander wielded his sword with disciplined precision, countering Maximus's every move. The clash of their blades created sparks, illuminating the darkened forest like fleeting fireflies in the night.

The sword light of his Storm of Swords spell was nearly snuffed out by now, leaving only his Unsullied Sword to resist the Northern Dark Mystic Ice Sword. Never mind that the Unsullied Sword was ranked beneath the Northern Dark Mystic Ice Sword. The fact that the Spirit of the Northern Dark Mystic Ice Sword was taking part in this battle meant that any resistance by the Unsullied Sword was futile. The blade of the Unsullied Sword was beginning to shake and the white light covering it was gradually dimming under the weight of the Northern Dark Mystic Ice Sword's cyan light.

It burned in my veins, fierce and alive. A sudden gust of wind burst out from around me, lifting the dust and ash. The red moon pulsed. Caden turned toward me, still holding Duncan’s wolf by the throat. His eyes narrowed. “What are you doing?” I didn’t answer. My hand reached out and the sword answered. With a flash of blue light, the Sword of Nytheris vanished from Caden’s grip. He looked down in shock as it dissolved from his hand and flew straight toward mine, slicing through the air like it had been waiting.

Lucas looked at Nicole. Nicole smiled coldly. "You're indeed Lucas the Demon. You even saw through that." "However, what I know is way more than what you can imagine," Nicole added. "For example?" Lucas looked at Nicole. "For example, you never use the Legendary Weapons anymore, and the weapons in your possession have become the Immemorial Dragon Sword. We've analyzed the Immemorial Dragon Sword meticulously and noticed that the Immemorial Dragon Sword is way scarier than your Legendary Weapons.

Some of it fell across the zinc roofing of the stables and reflected into the space, so lighting at night was not a problem. Today was no different, though the night was slightly darker, I could still see. I dropped my untouched glass of wine on the dresser. The ruby colored gem in the head of the sword glistened under the natural light, reminding me of its presence which I dutifully ignored. I grabbed a towel from my walk in closet and stripped out of my overt clothing. Years ago I would have dreamed of being in this outfit but tonight it was uncomfortable. The thigh chain and every other jewelry came off next.

Others shift in their seats, nerves frayed by what's missing. Ahead and slightly left of the raised platform, that is where we stand. Not hidden, not overlooked - seen clearly. Stiff as stone, Noah fills the tall chair, his frame tense, each angle saying how badly he wants a sword instead of silence. Black clothes him head to toe, nothing soft about it. Only break in the dark: a silver clasp fastened at his neck, shaped like the Wingknight beast, hammered fresh by hands from the northlands. He does not seem humble here. More like victory made still, seated against its will.

“Noctis.” Seraphine began praying. “Noctis? The Night People? The terrifying shadowy—” The horn blew again. Alessia looked up and froze. A swarm of obsidian-armored riders descended upon Solaris on massive winged beasts—Night Steeds made of shadow-light. They landed in perfect formation, and then the lead rider dismounted. His coat was a sweep of black feathers edged with silver thread. Ravion Vesper Noctis. Seraphine fainted on the spot.

Swoosh! The thousands of shadows attacked at the same time, each strike filled with killing intent. Those strikes were all launched from the Nihility Extermination Sword, and every one of them targeted their opponent. Ding Hao took a step forward, and the silver-gold Yin and Yang Pisces Diagram appeared, enveloping him. A saber and a sword appeared on his back. The saber was a golden flaming saber, and the sword was a long icy sword. They vibrated slowly, activating the power of everything in the world. The rules that twisted the light were surging. For a moment, it seemed that the living of all creatures was flowing within the range of the saber momentum and the sword momentum.

A powerful, resonant voice echoed across the battlefield like a thunderclap: "It is absolute judgment." A blinding bolt of silver lightning violently split the bleeding face of the Blood Moon. A deeply familiar figure descended gracefully from the heavens, his dark cloak entirely gone. His armor shone with a brilliant, restored silver brilliance, and his previously crimson eyes had transformed into a bright, piercing silver fire. *Noctis.* The Fourth General landed heavily on the stone, placing himself directly between Nyxar and the Silver Family. The Heart Key inside Aiden's jacket blazed in perfect tandem with his arrival, emitting a blinding light.

“Stand back. All of you.” Zadicus ordered seriously, extending his out as a black sword summoned, into Zadicus’ hands. The purest black sword with a ruby affixed on the handle. Maroon flames emit from it slightly, extremely thin but longer than an average sword. Asserting 'His' dominance. “There it is, the extinct sword- Crimson Malevolence.” Daphne whispered, gulping hard when Zadicus summoned his sword. To say they were flabbergasted would be an understatement. It was the darkest sword in history; saying it holds souls in them and its bearer can hear screams of the souls trapped in it.