Percy Jackson Sword Novels & Stories

Below, in the mist-shrouded knot garden, two figures moved. One was a guard—Petyr, from his bulk—and he was on the ground, clutching his wrist, his training sword lying in the dew-slick grass several feet away. Standing over him, holding a practice longsword with an alarmingly familiar ease, was Leigh. Her hair, freed from its severe knot, was a dark braid over one shoulder. She wore not a dress, but men's riding leathers, fitted and worn soft with use. They did not hide her form; they revealed it as something functional, powerful. She wasn't breathing hard.

I froze for a split second before running at her. I skidded down onto the floor next to her into the pool of blood. My hand found her face trying to wake her. She was unresponsive. I tried to figure out where the blood was coming from and pulled my jacket off placing it onto the wound. “ELIO!!” I screamed. Fear filled my veins. The thought of losing her was messing with my mind. The fog descended as I saw the colour draining from her face.

Yet the pressure and aura emitted from it instantly told everyone that the weapon was anything but ordinary. Silver and black symbols resembling ancient runes covered the body of the blade. The sword hilt carried the carving of a dragon head with glowing eyes. The moment the sword appeared, even the surrounding air seemed to grow heavier. “What sword is that?” the crowd watching outside muttered in shock and excitement. Before the other warriors could fully comprehend what was happening— Another streak of light burst out from the crack. This time Phoniex caught it. The light faded. A black whip appeared in her hand.

Eleanor moved faster than he could blink. One second, she was standing there. The next, she was upon him, her sword slicing through the air with lethal precision. Perseus barely managed to block the strike with his dagger, the impact shuddering up his arm. Severus tossed him his sword, and Perseus shoved Eleanor back, gasping as he struggled to regain his footing. From the bushes, Aurelia let out a sharp gasp. “The sword… That girl, she’s wielding Ravon’s blade!”

(It fits perfectly, okay). After packing, I took my sword and went outside to practice a bit while I was waiting for Justine to return. Before I started I studied my sword for the thousands time. It was actually very beautiful. It was silver with a blue reflection. On the blade was engraved; my daughter. It was engraved in a beautiful cursive font, above the scripture was an infinity symbol made of sapphires. The hilt was very comfortable in my hand, and the sword itself felt like an extension of my arm. The length and build of the sword were perfect.

Cassidy studied them closely, having never been allowed to wield a sword during her training classes with her siblings. Derek's gaze kept sliding to her, and again his sword flew from his grasp. He cursed sharply. "Why is the Fox here? Shouldn't she be in a shadowed corner waiting to pop out and stab someone?" Cassidy glared at the Lycan. "Am I too distracting, My Lord, or are you just a fumbling idiot this morning?" Laughter echoed in the yard and Derek colored hotly. He stomped over to her, "If you're going to be in the training yard, let's see some training then." He returned her glare. "Unless, of course, you're only useful on your back."

He knew that persuading Lily Moon was futile, so he shifted his attention to Sebastian. "Junior Brother Sebastian, it's good that you want to help Junior Sister. I appreciate it, but unfortunately, your cultivation is still shallow. If you go, you won't be of any help to Junior Sister; instead, you might cause trouble. It's better to consider it carefully." At this point, Alexander waved his hand, and a green sword appeared in his hand. "This sword is called the Pure Yang Meridian Sword, a mysterious-grade treasure sword that I used when I built the foundation. As long as Junior Brother Sebastian promises not to cause trouble, I will give this sword to you."

Hector was willing to sacrifice two high-quality mithril swords just to witness the limits of my sword's power. "There's one important thing that I almost forgot, Vans. Who made your sword, or is it a type of inherited weapon?" Mr. Hector asked, his gaze sharp and focused on me. I didn't have a good answer to respond to his question. It was impossible for me to say that I obtained both swords from a god who sent me to this world. "Well, it's alright if you don't want to say. I guess sometimes people have their own secrets that can't be revealed," Mr. Hector said, even before I had a chance to answer.

" 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 "

Theo drag his body out of the stream to shore and laid back making the huffing sound. It was Theo first battle, and it was the hardest battle of all, and as well as Theo regret not bringing his sword, because it would be a little bit easy, with the black sword, over time during the practices, Theo notice that the black sword was too sharp, and feel regretted and thankful for the person who sold it without knowing anything.