Oblivion Swords Novels & Stories

BLADE 3. Pain. It was all I felt when I shot my eyes opened. I felt so sore and tired. The memories of how Lorenzo plunged deeper into me last night filled my mind. He was so cruel to me. I didn't find any enjoyment in it at all. I tried lifting my hands and I was happy It was back to functioning. My tit hurts too as a result of the sucking he did last night.

On the pavilion floor lay a sword carved with a dragon, and standing on it was the man who had shouted. He stooped slightly, breath ragged; his eyes were bloodshot, bulging as if they might pop from their sockets. Through gritted teeth he thought, 'Xiu Jian is a damned wretch! I can’t even burn his sword!' Indeed, the trembling, furious man was Huang Fu, and the blade beneath his boot was the Sacred Dragon Sword. He had tried to set the sword aflame—yet not only did the flames refuse to take, the fuel he poured seemed to be absorbed and vanished, drying as if swallowed by the metal itself.

Two items were handed to Philip as he explained, “This was my favorite night outfit back then. Not only does it look good, but it can also block other people’s detection. I obtained this sword from a renowned family of blacksmiths, which you can use as a token. If you need any equipment, you can go to the First Continent and look for the Divum Guild.” The book of sword technique was handed over to Hiram as he said, “Although you’re intelligent by nature, you have ordinary talents. As long as you can put some effort into learning this technique, even a fool can achieve something.” “Thank you, sir!” Hiram gratefully accepted the book.

Dexter said aloud as we heard the door leading to the other sections of the mansion open. Everyone's gaze was fixed on the passageway leading to the stairs, waiting in excitement to see what our Alpha had to present. And when I was beginning to think that our Alpha's surprise was a flop, I saw the hugest scare of my life. The whole hall fell into chaos as most people screamed and yelled in fear while others like myself stood speechless and motionless. It was a man. A man whose reputation spoke for itself. It was the legendary Alpha Blade, known in Haven as The Ripper.

Under Zella’s perception, breaking through Xayvion’s Obsidian Body was the only way for James to have a chance at defeating him. However, it was not a guaranteed victory. Stephen looked at the white longsword in his hand and asked, “Does this sword seem familiar to you guys?” “Is it?” asked Wynton. Zella wore a puzzled expression too. Stephen spoke, “This sword is identical to the Supremusse Sword, and it contains thousands of Genesis Paths. However, it’s much more terrifying than the Supremusse Sword. It has countless inscriptions that even I can’t comprehend.”

Michael sneered, pulling out the cross-shaped greatsword hanging at his waist. In an instant, it seemed as though a sun had appeared, casting a blinding light that made people's eyes ache. Wilbur squinted as he looked at the cross-shaped greatsword. A golden radiance adorned the large sword, so dense that it obscured the details of the blade. However, the vast power emanating from it caused a mournful hum to echo across the entire grassland. "Another divine weapon! The heritage of the Holy Illuminati is truly enviable," Wilbur commented with a sigh.

As long as he survived the upcoming thunder tribulation, the Oculus Blade would be ranked top among all immortal weapons! Severin was incredibly excited by that thought. He took a deep breath, suppressed the joy in his heart, and stared intensely at the figure of the sword embryo floating in front of him. The original crimson Oculus Blade that carried the divine flames and bore the rules of fire had taken on a copper hue, with six golden filament-like lines swirling around it like dragons. It emitted a piercingly cold and terrifying sword intent.

I need my sword. Reaching behind my back, I feel the cool, smooth texture of my marking shift beneath my fingers. There’s a brief moment where the ink pulses, almost as if it’s alive, before it solidifies into the hilt of my sword. I draw it out, feeling the familiar weight settle into my hand. The blade hums with energy, a glowing blue that pulses in time with my heartbeat. This sword is mine, a part of me, born of my blood and soul. Athena’s gift, forged from my very essence.

He raised the sword with his right hand to the sky. Avraam's relic sword weighed five kilograms and was also nearly two metres long, differing slightly from the sword currently in use. However, Brockley could even wield two swords at once in his right and left hands. After Avraam and Herbert's legacy swords were gilded together, it meant that the sword weighed ten kilograms. Brockley wielded the sword all the way from Glor Cave to Gloriston.

Everything Livi said made sense, and I couldn't deny it anymore. "I'll buy it for myself then," I said. "Yes, that's better. I can buy it myself if it's just an iron sword," Livi replied with a long sigh. In the end, I bought two magical Mithril swords and one katana, while Livi still refused to let me buy her a sword.