Oblivion Swords Novels & Stories

Every noble, priest, and guard stood motionless, trying to comprehend the revelation Nyx had just spoken. Lucien lowered his gaze to the obsidian sword in his hand. The crimson runes that had flared so brilliantly during the confrontation were beginning to dim, but they had not vanished completely. Strange symbols still shimmered along the blade, ancient markings that had remained hidden for over a thousand years despite being carried by generations of Vampire Kings. “You are telling me,” Lucien said carefully, “that this sword was created to kill the Hollow God.” Nyx nodded slowly. “I believe so.” Master Orion stepped forward, unable to hide the excitement and fear battling across his aged

Everyone was speechless. Ding Hao looked dignified. Along the way, he saw many broken swords and sabers. Most of them had been corroded by the dark power and lost the power of spirituality, but a few of them were still in complete shapes and rusted, looking very similar to the Devil Saber and the Rusted Sword. In particular, these weapons had exactly the same broken parts and rust as the Devil Saber and the Rusted Sword, but unfortunately, they did not contain any power and had lost their effects.

Catching sight of them, one of the rogues paused to scream at them to run, but they ignored him, instead focusing on staying low and out of sight until they reached the weapons of the dead men. Carefully hefting one of the swords to test its weight, Arnou scrunched up his nose at the ungainly thing and passed it to his driver to see if he wanted to use it, instead reaching for several long knives that were slung around several of the other fallen bodies. Drawing one, he swung it experimentally a few times and, satisfied with the balance and weight of it, struggled to extract the other blades off other dead bodies, passing several of them to his brother, who had also discarded the unwieldy sw

It was an object that seemed completely out of place in the room, its presence jarring against the luxurious surroundings. Lying there so still, it emanated an eerie pull, as though it was calling to Leon, drawing him in step by step. When his fingers finally brushed against the hilt, a coldness surged up his arm, sharp and venomous, like poison creeping into his veins. The sword appeared to be crafted from obsidian, its blade dark as night, gleaming faintly with an otherworldly glow. The hilt was intricately carved with tiny, tormented faces—faces twisted in agony and struggle like they were silently screaming in pain.

My eyes were on the small pair of thin like swords that will allow for throwing and at the same time for sword combats, I have been drawn to those blades since I set my sights on them, there was something about them that felt familiar, like they were meant to be mine. “Themis, you see anything you like.” Orel said behind me as I gave a little jump, I was so lost staring at the twin swords that I didn’t noticed that they have stopped their arguments since or from the way Lord Cale was staring at me, I feel like they were asking for my opinion. “Nothing.” I lied as I removed my eyes from the blades. “My wife eyes jewelries the way you eye those blades, you wish they were yours right?” Lord Cal

Aster inspects her two swords before sheathing them. They were applied with another coat of kinetic breakers, that protected the metal from being shattered, this also made it heavier for her opponent to receive. The most recent campaign had left significant breakage in her blades, though the kinetic breakers could help her pierce enemy armor. The Ovak’s plates could survive plasma volts, an arcane enhanced sword could do damage but still receive breakage in the process. Her reliable blast rods were holstered to her thighs, with fast loader clips and extra shells all in easy reach.

Her intense gaze, hardened by countless battles, was tempered by her unwavering loyalty to Somerland. To Elysia's left stood Gareth Swordbane, widely feared and respected as the Sword Demon. He was a tall, imposing figure, his eyes sharp and deadly. Known for wielding a blade with unparalleled mastery, Gareth’s skill in swordsmanship was legendary, his reputation as a ruthless opponent striking fear into the hearts of all who dared challenge him. His sword, an ancient blade etched with runic symbols, was strapped across his back, and his eyes held a piercing focus that spoke of countless battles fought and won.

But over the last year, they promoted him to general. Second, The AD (Assassin Division) is in charge of getting rid of everyone and everything that gets in La Reu's way. The head of the AD is Mr. Stryker, a bulky guy with tanned skin that always got a knife hidden in his boot. Others might not notice, but as one of the SD's best agents, I do.

It was filled with copper, silver and gold royals, all to help supply them while they sought out allies. After Boro said his farewell and accepted the money, he quickly made himself busy checking out the two pack horses. He wanted to give Littume and Lord Jetir space for there farewells. He saw Jetir give his son a firm hug and share a few words with him. Then he saw Lord Jetir unwrap the cloth and from it pulled out an ornate brown and gold scabbard. The scabbard was too thick to belong to a rapier, and too wide to be a katan, the long slightly curved, single edge style sword that Boro himself used. This one was as wide as the width of his palm and had two edges to it. A broadblade, an olde

"It seems that I'll have to use all I have this time." The sword light flashed, and besides holding onto the Dual Blades of Fire and Ice, Omar was biting onto his third sword, the Blade of Wind. As soon as the Blade of Wind appeared, Omar's entire momentum also changed. The air in their surroundings sounded as if sharp blades had slashed it, and it was frightening.