Noctis Swords Novels & Stories

Cain stretched his arms out at his sides, a dual sword in each hand. The pommels were silver, swirling and curving like crescent moons as they inched down the obsidian blades. His dark hair cascaded down his shoulders. When paired with the armor and swords, Cain looked as deadly as a warrior for the House Viotto should.

His posture alone makes him even more handsome. He stood in front of his zodiac warriors and raised his gold Tizona sword which hilt has a cross-guard with two flat quillons, curved towards the blade. Both the guard and the pommel are openwork, with Gothic-style motifs. The blade is almond-shaped in cross-section, with a shallow central fuller from the tang to the middle part and with a rounded point. His sword was bequeathed to him by King Bartholomeo. It is the mightiest sword in the entire celestial spirit world. King Bartholomeo once used it to separate his kingdom from the Canopus.

Not Kael, not the man who begged the stars for mercy. Something else. Something older. Armor of living shadow plates itself over my skin, pulsing with veins of starlight black as pitch. My eyes burn—not with flame, but with the endless night between worlds. And in my hand, called from nothing, sleeps the blade I thought I’d drowned in blood and chains: Noctis. The world-breaker. The end-song of kings. I lift it, and the void hums like a beast that’s tasted blood. Above, somewhere far beyond this prison of dark, the stars tremble.

Noctis looked across the army. For the first time, he saw what Lynnek had accomplished. The divided kingdoms were no longer divided. And that frightened him more than any weapon. --- Noctis suddenly thrust his hand forward. A wave of darkness rushed toward Lynnek. Miguel blocked it. The force drove him backward several steps. "Miguel!" "I'm fine!" Lynnek ran toward him. Noctis attacked again. This time, Lynnek raised her pendant. A wall of silver light appeared between them.

Millions of Nightmares of all classes are gathered in front of a pitch black castle. Above the stairs are thirteen commanders, each wearing a white mask and carrying a Muerte Sword. Muerte Swords or Death Swords are the same as a Dark Crystal Sword that the Crimson Eyed Warriors use. The difference is that they do not dematerialize and they are capable of sucking the soul of their victim. These souls will add to the sword's strength and will pass the knowledge and skills of the victim's soul to its wielder. There are only 13 Muerte Swords in the Nightmare Empire and they are given to 13 compatible wielders.

There was warmth from somewhere in her hands that seeped through her veins and into her heart. Daki Travis was the greatest blacksmith in the time of General Dana Rein. Chloe narrowed her eyes and gripped the hilt of the sword, pulling the sheath away from the blade. The sword's blade glowed brightly, filling up the whole room. Jucel and Daki looked away, shielding their eyes from the bright light. Chloe's hands began to shake, the sword rattling in her hold. ~O~O~O~ "MINERIA Town?" Neptos asked as they walked down the road of the Galenus market.

The voices intensified as a beam of light lit up Jeremy on a higher stage. The rhythm he played started soft and slow but little by little the drums intensified. When the symbols crashed, a platform rose onto the stage with Kyung Jiho on it. Hae Mina grinned when she saw the white slivers light up under the black lights. On the back of Kyung Jiho's shirt was his name and on the arm was the Nightide emblem. The drum's symbols crashed and the next instrument joined. One by one, Nightide appeared on the stage with their parts. Hae Mina knew this was not her song to come in on because she had never been given a part.

She noticed that the beautiful woman came closer to them. "Gavin enough, you can't hurt the person who helped me." Because of that, the blade slowly lowered and moved away from Zera. That's when the girl faced her before Zera glare at the man who tried to kill her. "Hey, what right do you have to point that arrow at me?! And since when did they allow to use a real katana when costplaying?!" Zera yelled at the young man who was wearing a long dress that reached his feet and his hair was also long and tied up to his shoulders...

I held my hand out, feeling mist and black smoke gather, forming into a cool length of metal that sang against my skin. The Sword lengthened as if from thin air and I hefted it, the weight gleaming black metal comforting in my hands. I slashed in the direction of Eryndor’s lunge and he twisted, barely managing to get out of the way. He tumbled to the ground behind me and leapt back to his feet, his eyes fixed solely on my weapon. The black length was double-edged, ending in a sharp point that seemed to catch the light when it moved, despite its color. The hilt was solid gold and cast in the shape of small wings sprouting from either side of the grip. It was a majestic weapon. Eryndor’s eyes

The mist surrounded me like a shield, severing Malakor’s attempts to reach me. “Impossible…” He raised his hand, preparing another spell. But his words vanished beneath a world-shattering roar. BOOM! The cavern wall didn’t crack. It exploded. Massive boulders flew through the air like leaves caught in a hurricane. From the cloud of dust emerged a nightmare carved from darkness itself. Noctis. His black scales blazed with fury. The roar that erupted from his throat was powerful enough to wake the dead. He didn’t hesitate. One sweep of his enormous wings obliterated Malakor’s guards.