Oblivion Swords Novels & Stories

The black and sharp body with the pulsing red blood vessels poured out a stifling pressure on everyone inside the tent. “This sword is named Auros, from both the priestess and the smith that created it. Priestess Aurelia and Smith Rosen were some of the legendary figures from our Blood Wolves clan’s past. The weapons that they create are special, and has never shown any rust even with the passage of time.”

"I can feel the 'Aura Gate' in the South. I can feel the Diaspora ships in orbit. Elena, I can feel you." "We are the bridge," I said, stepping into his arms. The Forge began to produce its first finished piece: a long, elegant blade made of "Star-Steel" that hummed with the frequency of our combined blood. It was the "Sword of the Covenant." "We have the weapons now," Leo said, his voice full of awe as he watched the racks fill with equipment. "We can arm the Vanguard and the Diaspora."

"If they can't bring you in, I’ll take the pieces myself." He drew the blade, and the air in the Sanctuary suddenly went cold—not the biting frost of the Eldergloom, but a dry, ancient cold that smelled of parched earth and forgotten tombs. The sword was a sliver of obsidian etched with runes that glowed a sickly, pale yellow. It was a Void-Blade, a weapon forged to sever the connection between a Fae and the Veil. "That sword won't save you, Phuwin," Sofia said, though she felt a shiver of genuine instinctive fear at the sight of the blade.

He knew himself that he cant buy a good sword as he have to buy body tempering technique too with this little amount of money. As he tried to pick a sword he saw a beautiful black sword in the corner of rack, Theo mesmerized and uttered," what a beautiful black sword", suddenly from back he heard the word," isn't it beautiful, to sad the cultivator from whom i got the sword told me that this sword cannot cut anything, its dull sword". Suddenly as if deciding something Theo decide that he will take that sword. Theo walked out of the blacksmith shop shouting," Thank you, old man jiang"

" There must be a loophole, there is always one " " There may be one " " What is it ? " Celea asked exited to finally get to hear the answer to the question she always wanted to know " Your father's sword " " Do you mean the one he stabbed my father with ? " Celea asked referring to when the devil had stabbed her father right in front of her at the war " No, there is another one " " So where can I find it ? " " When the sun and moon will meet again, you will know the answer "

A faint blue glow emanated from the walls, like spirits lurking within the shadows. At last, they entered a vast chamber surrounded by towering stone pillars. In the center of the room, embedded in another altar, a silver-blue sword pulsed with a mystical glow. Aria froze. She didn’t know how, but she knew that sword. Lorian stepped forward, eyes widening. "This…" Rael shook his head in disbelief. "The Legendary Blade…" Aria turned to them. "What do you mean?" Lorian met her gaze. "This is the Sword of Light—the only weapon capable of defeating Vaelin’s darkness. But it was lost centuries ago..."

“Tonight, you may yet feast on dead men,’’ he mumbled, rising from his hunched position to adjust the broad sword at his hip, chain mail clinking just as Omotola felt her astral form being drawn towards the warrior, she repelled it for as long as she could until she gave up and allowed herself to let go, she had learned the hard way never to resist whenever she was taken into one of her dreams. Now she was the warrior, felt his thoughts and seeing through his keen eyes as he drew the sword, the strength in the warrior’s limbs was vast. “we will not need it tonight; they both sighed as he flourished it. The ceremonial sword Eben, a bronze harvester of lives, shaped like a leaf and as long as