Okami Sword Novels & Stories

Our punishment has not ended. I soon caught up with my sister, as the rate of my growth had started to slow. It was time to end this fight. I swiped away Mattie's sword knocking her back a bit. I might be mirroring her, but I do have the [Absolute Emperor Callum Darcey's Raiden Swordsmanship]. It is just one swordsmanship that I would gain on my journey. One that I had complete perfection in. I held the sword in front of me. With two fingers, I slowly slid them up the blade, causing it to glow a bright blue.

I huffed and walked two spaces away. A glint caught my eye, high on the far wall hung a single sword no one had touched… sleek, curved blade, Japanese in style, deadly elegant. I crossed to it and picked it up letting my fingers glide on the blades sharp edge, it sliced through my skin drawing blood. I gasped, eyes widening in shock at its sharpness as I sucked the blood off my finger.“Majestic isn’t it? the katana” Smith strolled to stand beside me“Is that what it’s called?” I pulled my finger out of my mouth not really paying attention to him and just like I expected, the skin had knitted back together. I healed faster than a normal wolf. Always had.

For a short while each morning, the citadel felt almost peaceful. Adrian stepped into the open courtyard with his sword resting against his shoulder. The stone beneath his boots was cold, still damp with the night’s lingering frost. Thin mist curled along the edges of the training grounds, giving the towering walls a ghostlike appearance. He set the sword down carefully in the center of the courtyard. The weapon was enormous—nearly as tall as his shoulder and heavy enough that most soldiers struggled to lift it with both hands. Adrian lifted it easily. The familiar weight settled into his grip like an old companion.

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

In seconds, I was on the floor laughing out my lungs. "What's funny?" She asked. "You've lost it, Cam! You've really lost it." I said, regaining my composure. "I'm not joking!" She yelled at me in annoyance. "How do you expect me to believe that I'm this monster from an ancient fable told to kids?" "I don't know? But it is the only explanation that I can think of." She exhaled loudly. "Think about it, the name Kopis is ancient Greece for a knife and it's no coincidence that your name..."

AAMON Screams and shouts of war erupt all around us. By the looks of the number of men down from Ryder's pack of warriors, we are winning this. I rush towards Kai, his sword clinks against my ass we fight for dominance, lifting my hand, I push out my elbow and hit him straight in the face. He stumbles back and regains his footing, then he rushes towards me but I lift my sword and aim it forward, it pierces right into his stomach and he looks down at the sword in shock then back up at me with his eyes widened and blood dripping out of his mouth, sliding down his chin down to his shirt.

The sword was resting on a sword holder made out of an unknown glowing blue rock attached to the wall. The sword on it was even more luxurious and oozed out an aura of darkness. Yet at the same time, it had an ethereal feeling. The dark red crystal on its hilt, the shape of an eye, glowed ominously, pulsing as though it were alive. There were ancient texts and markings all over the sword's sheath. And I knew that the blade hidden beneath had even more complicated incantations engraved on them. A name began to form in my mind. Throughout history there was only one sword that met the qualifications. “That's the sword of Aramun. I had it placed in your new room. Do you like it?” Richard whisper

A flash of lilac lights up the dark forest, and I watch in terror as her fire takes over Samael's. I react blindly. Samael's life is the only thing that matters to me at this moment. I pull the magical sword, Kusanagi no Tsurugi, gifted to me by the Japanese sun goddess Amaterasu herself. I throw myself from my hiding space; my only goal is to kill the young horde leader.

He raised his head in shock and asked, “You’re not using the Wuia Demon-Slayer Sword’s Lower Six Swords?" James replied calmly, “Correct. This is called the Jademora Sword.” Speaking thus, he wielded the Jademora Sword and charged straight at Goyo with an invincible demeanor. Goyo gritted his teeth, brandishing the Wuia Demon-Slayer Sword to clash head-on with James. Clank! Clank! Suddenly, a fierce and continuous clash of swords erupted, unleashing terrifying waves of energy that swiftly spread in all directions.

Ryuzaki raised his hand. “And my lord is sorry.” “Your lord?” Halt. “What do you mean ‘your lord’?’” “My lord as in Lord Eagle.” Confused. “Who? I’d never heard…” Samuel blew an annoyed breath. “Lord Shadow.” “Ah!” Shadow’s face flashed in front of his eyes. “I see.” He maintained his hand around his face. “There will be no hard or hurt feelings, yeah?” Samuel unsheathed his black sword. The sword was shining and black. The aura emitted by the sword was too sinister and deafening. At a glance, the dark aura swirled around the blade, and the strong smell of floral surprisingly fluttered around as well.