Noctis Swords Novels & Stories

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.

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. He appeared in front of James in a flash and slashed his sword.

He was looking straight ahead, his expression was calm, and there was no emotion in his eyes. I took Yetta to the guest room on the second floor. Giselle and I spent three hours cleaning and decorating this guest room. According to Yeta's request, the decoration in the room was simple, with no flowers, no fragrance, and no decoration. Two guards moved the large wooden box into the room. The wooden box contained three long swords, five daggers, two long whips, a pair of bows and arrows, and a pistol. The handles were all engraved with cloaks, the symbol of the Nightwalker tribe. "Hang the sword over here, hang the bow and arrow at the end of the bed, and put the dagger in the bedside table,"

Wait, he called that man Cassian… this is the fucking emperor. I grow a bit weary of the situation, and Danika’s senses go on high alert, as I take in as much about their group as I can; I see no women, only men holding their swords up, pointed directly at us. I look closer at the weapons; they are solid obsidian black from the hilt to the tip of the blade, the very long blade. “Shit, Danika, I think those are the void weapons Adelaide talked about.” “I think so too. Be careful Aurora, I sense another witch nearby,” she warns me.

"They feel quite light..." I grip the white sword in my right hand and the black sword in my left. They fit well and feel comfortable in my hands. When I swing them, they don't feel heavy at all, despite their large size. The swords are shiny and appear to be quite valuable. They have two blade edges on each side and taper to a point on the sides, rather than being centered like regular swords. They have a good visual appeal, and I'm grateful for them. However, I can't help but wonder why there is no sheath for them, and I have no idea what material they're made of. If it were a fictional metal, it might be something like mithril, adamantium, or orichalcum.

He would destroy anyone and everyone who laid a hand on her. I rushed back into the sanctuary, with no time to waste. Walking into the artifact room and grabbing the pair of cutlass swords, I had always admired, hanging up on the wall. Both are trimmed with gold, and both are etched with the lunar phases on one side of the blade. The only difference – is their handles. One woven in white the other black. The supposed twin swords of Skoll and Hati. The sons of Fenrir. The balance in both blades was perfect, as I tested them out, rotating my wrist and twirling the blades. The sun catching the finely sharpened edges.

“They don’t look any different,” Mane rubbed his bearded chin as he analysed the two swords that lay before him. After confessing that she was done reforming his blades, Zica had retrieved the two companions of the Supreme of the True Universe. She had presented them to the expectant mane who then went on to check out the twin swords. Unfortunately, Mane’s excitement was dampened swiftly when he did the initial analysis. Neither Night Mare nor Night’s Kiss looked different from how they looked before they were given to Zica. How was this supposed to be an improvement?

“Hmm? Well, if you’re interested, the first sword goes by Xyan, the Sword of Divinity. As for the second and third ones, they’re Xyan, the Sword of Benevolence, and Xenith, the Sword of Sovereignty… Empyrean was the fourth sword, I believe, and it’s the Sword of Might. The Sword of Nobility, on the other hand, is Titan, which is also the fifth sword.” “As for swords six and seven, both of them are the Swords of Love, Gwaine and Morgen. The eighth sword is the one you’re currently wielding, Fishgut, the Sword of Courage. If I remember correctly, the ninth one is called Jochem, the Sword of Solitary, and as for the final sword, it goes by the name of Charmella, the Sword of Elegance!” “Each of

The blade gleamed with a brilliant silver light, its edge shimmering with a promise of sharpness. The blood sword! I exclaimed internally, astonished by the fact that I had successfully conjured the legendary weapon known to be wielded by a valiant warrior from Cairos—a neighboring nation to Springgan. Apollo had shared stories about it, expressing his dream to create such a weapon one day. Empowered by the gauntlet, I held the blood sword with ease. The blade's edge gleamed, a testament to its lethal potential. Just as the icy shield surrounding me shattered, the dominus seized the opportunity to consume me. Its jaws opened wide as it lunged towards me. Reacting swiftly, I positioned the sw

Behind him floated five swords, Excalibur Family, Durendal, Gaia, Tyrfing and Harpe. "You only know that the 10 swords are incomparably sharp, but you don't know that the 10 swords have the bloodline of the Inuit. Only the Inuit can activate these 10 swords." Isaac laughed out loud. A black aura surged out from his entire body and covered Devin and his wife in an instant. The 2 of them then flew backwards. Seeing this scene, Herbert, Aldrich, the old guys from the Washington and Evans families attacked at the same time.