Overpowered Sword Novels & Stories

“Fine, kill me. You’re the worst grandfather in this world. You don’t deserve a family.” He laughed and pointed his sword at my throat, but didn’t touch my skin. “Are you sure you want to die? This sword is cursed. It has the power to kill you and your mate in one blow if you’re a mated wolf. I can end two lives with one blow. Why else do you think those cowards were trembling at the sight of my precious sword?” My head swooned at his admission. Was he playing mind games with me? Strangely, my psychic power of mind manipulation didn’t at all work with him. He blocked me out effectively. How could I forget? He was the master of his game?

“Life Destroying Slash!” In slow motion, one could see how the youngest's sword motion had been aimed very precisely at Zhou Fu's crown. Without expending much effort, the youngest's heirloom sword could cut a giant rock the size of a grown man. With the addition of a little power, the sword could cut through steel, and with the help of the Red Pill, the slashing power of the sword would be equivalent to hitting a thousand swords at one point. "Damn it! You should have tortured him first! Why should rush to split the crown?!” shouted the second brother from where he was standing. The two brothers who witnessed the brutality of the youngest felt a little disappointed because their younger bro

He drew a dagger from his bag, the silver blade etched with runes that glowed faintly. “Just a cut,” Talon promised, his voice steady but his hands shaking. I nodded, bracing myself. The sting came sharp as the blade kissed my palm. My blood dripped into the pool, glowing red as it touched the dark surface. The cavern trembled. The crystals above us flared, magic surrounding us as Talon reached for a book.

Long ago, where demons are attacking humanity and trying to surpass Gods and Goddesses, a magical sword was created by the Gods. His name was Excalibur, he was a sword with a spirit, a sword that can grew with its master, a sword with an ego. Excalibur was made by the combined powers of the Gods, he possesses a power that can even threaten the life of the immortals.

“I made you famous, I made you powerful, I made you rich and invincible and you aren’t even grateful enough to appreciate the times when we worked as a team.” “You made me a beast,” I said in grief. “Now, I’m just a villain in every wolf storybook. The anti-hero to every little wolf-child.” “Stop crying over spilt milk, Blade. There’s nothing you can do anymore, all the efforts you’ve made in the past three years turned out fruitless and when I eventually take control, I would make sure the world never forgets The Ripper.” “I’m sure you’re excited.” I said with a defeated voice.

"Let's find you a more worthy opponent this time. Sigurd!" The giant slowly made his way to stand in front of Brand, his great longsword held loosely in his massive hand. The newcomer took up his own blade and nodded once. Rather than striking immediately, the two large men circled each other taking each other's measure. Sigurd tired of the waiting first and struck a blow. Brand seemed to parry it easily, but from that moment, the fight was on.

I reached out, my hand a steady, confident presence, and wrapped my fingers around the hilt of the gold-enchanted sword. The moment I touched it, the world exploded in a blinding, white-hot flash of light. The weapon reacted to me immediately, its magic a powerful, overwhelming force that surged through my body, a raw, unfiltered surge of energy that was both exhilarating and terrifying. It recognized me. It recognized my Spartan oath, my devotion to House Ares, my unwavering, unbreakable will to fight for what was right, no matter the cost.

Soon Qi filled the whole blade, and then a thin layer of crimson flame burst out from the broken blade, vaguely completing it. Ding Hao stared at the sword in his hand. With the changes of the magic sword, the overwhelming supreme aura again appeared in the world. All the sword fragments in the world of broken swords began to tremble, surrender, worship, and mourn. They paid homage to it with fear, just like when the magic sword actively revived to fight against the rusted sword. But this time, without the balance of the rusted sword's power, the peerless sword intent and Qi completely conquered everything.

the head warrior signaled, noticing that even one of his companions hesitated to attack me. Who would bother attacking a mere omega? Another warrior sighed and shook his head. "Omega..." He chuckled, looking me up and down. "What do you want to receive, Omega? A punch? Or a kick?" I didn't answer, I simply bowed. My action made it difficult for the warriors to harm me. To them, I was like a flimsy piece of paper that would fly away with a single blow. Nala remained hidden within the depths of my mind, unwilling to assist me.

But, unfortunately, very deadly too, so Rion often found himself left with no other choice than to kill them. The lizard narrowed his eyes at him. Especially at his sword. Rion knew all kinds of spirit weapons frightened demons. Spirit sword infused with pure spirit energy from the wielder. The stronger the wielder is, the stronger the sword, too. Rion swung the sword in the air twice. It thrummed in sync with his energy. "Sorry. I'll make it quick and less painful for you."