Overpowered Sword Novels & Stories

Charles could sense that Caspian's attack was not over yet. Sure enough, Charles swiftly saw Caspian's lips moving, uttering two words, "Heavy Weapon." Flowing Wind, Armor-Breaker, Heavy Weapon — The three inscriptions on the Wave-Breaking Sword. A dull-colored light appeared, and Charles felt the massive sword pressing down on him, and its weight skyrocketed tenfold. If it felt like an iron plate smashing on his arm before that, it now felt as if a small building made out of steel crashed onto him.

“Hmm? Well, if you’re interested, the first sword goes by Xyan, the Sword of Divinity. As for the second and third ones, they’re Xyan, the Sword of Benevolence, and Xenith, the Sword of Sovereignty… Empyrean was the fourth sword, I believe, and it’s the Sword of Might. The Sword of Nobility, on the other hand, is Titan, which is also the fifth sword.” “As for swords six and seven, both of them are the Swords of Love, Gwaine and Morgen. The eighth sword is the one you’re currently wielding, Fishgut, the Sword of Courage. If I remember correctly, the ninth one is called Jochem, the Sword of Solitary, and as for the final sword, it goes by the name of Charmella, the Sword of Elegance!” “Each of

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.

Power flooded through my body, hot and overwhelming. Strength I'd never possessed before surged through my muscles. Without thinking, I raised my hands and caught the sword blade between my palms. Pain exploded through my hands as the sharp edge of the sword bit into my flesh. Blood welled up immediately but I held on, stopping the blade's descent. The rogue's eyes widened in shock. It tried to pull the sword away, but I was stronger now. Impossibly stronger. I wrenched the weapon from its grip, the movement smooth and easy despite never having held a sword before.

His greatsword lay across the prep counter, the blade still bearing the gouge where a shield had smashed into it, the notch's edges glinting cold. "Eggs are overdone. You've got a choice: burnt or raw." He shoved a plate toward me. One egg was a charred ring of black. The other was still wobbling. He unstrapped his own dagger and laid it on the countertop beside the greatsword. The dark brown leather wrapped around the grip was polished to a glossy sheen by years of sweat and blood. "That sword's too heavy. You take this. Light. Fast. Angle's different when you're going for lungs instead of heart. Blade goes up, extra half-inch of tilt. Don't use it backwards."

The surrounding space continued to explode. Upon seeing this, James was dumbfounded. “This is unbelievable…” Then, as his mind stirred, the Crepe Myrtle Divine Sword appeared in his hand. The Divine Sword exuded an immensely terrific power that stimulated the Ousia, which materialized a terrifying power that circulated throughout his body. With the sword in his hand, James believed himself to be invincible. His mind stirred, and countless Sword Intents materialized from the Divine Sword. Like monstrous waves, the Sword Intent destroyed everything in its path. Everything before James turned into rubble, and a mountain was even destroyed by the invincible Sword Energy.

For as long as he could remember, the sword had been a coveted artifact, passed down through generations of rulers in Omaha. As Rico gazed upon the sword, a shiver of trepidation coursed through him. He had wielded its power before, with disastrous consequences. The last time he had invoked its chilling magic, a powerful supernatural being had thwarted him, breaking the spell and saving the city from eternal frost. But now, in his desperation, he was prepared to risk it all once more.

With a sudden surge of power, Sable lunged forward, swinging the sword with all her might. The blade sliced through the air, cutting through the evil with a resounding clash. The clash reverberated throughout the cathedral, sending shards of malevolence scattering across the floor. The evil entity recoiled, shocked by Sable's defiance. Its form faltered, momentarily disrupted by the light emanating from the sword. Weakened and vulnerable, it pressed back against the encroaching evil, desperately attempting to regain its strength.

He needed to end this, and quickly, lest Mika take advantage and win. Boro closed his eyes and opened his mind, he was the void. He felt the air stir as Mika moved in to capitalize on this moment, thinking Boro had given up. He was dead wrong, Boro felt the blade move through the rising daylight, and moved his body almost as if on its own, without thought, acting on pure instinct. His blade, the same type of single edged sword his father had used, the one that he had named Honor, moved as if to block Mika's but instead he ducked, and moved around it, weaving under the path of the blade, and at the last second he turned his own so that the flat of it struck Mika on his wrist, breaking it clea

Freya said and I laughed. We roared in laughter and sighed. After finishing breakfast, Freya exited my room. I gawked at my sword for a while and I recalled fond memories. I remembered when my father first gave me this sword and I couldn't lift it up at that time. I was quite upset about it but he encouraged me. This sword was made by one of the best blacksmiths in our pack. The metal was one of the strongest ever used, it was unbreakable. It could also kill any immortal alive, be it vampire, nephilim or any supernatural being.