Percy Jackson Sword Novels & Stories

Even if they would still respond if the master only used their energy. Rion's sword was named Zephyr. The 'gentle breeze', even though the attack was not anything gentle at all. It was always deadly, but with the minimum wound. This is how Rion could show a little compassion to those who fell as his enemies. A quick, merciful death.

Asmodeus turned him sharply, making him suck in his breath with the kind of force she used. "That bastard used the Hermes blade. How the hell did he get that?" "Hermes?" He was confused right there. "Hermes, Hades, Terzarus. Names of hell. The sword he used was made from hell originally. I'm sure Lilith helped him get that." She explained. "My chances of living?" Krepe asked, already full of anxiety and fear. "A hundred percent. Thank your stars, I've got just the thing for it. But, you'll have to wait one week to be totally fine."

His sword Crimson Malevolence, the ancient yet deadliest dark sword which had souls trapped in it. If he summoned his sword, it meant he was extremely serious. “Tsk.” Rolling his eyes off, before the fight could mold itself into a different matter, Zadicus pierce the sword he created through it. “You have proven you are an illusion in the end.” Zadicus whispered, killing the image of Persephone himself. “Zadicus..?” Persephone called eyes turning back with black blood escaping her mouth. “My Persephone would never use the word ‘hate’ for me.” He smiled, murmuring in her ears, breaking the illusion in an instant.

He spoke in his disconcerting knowing way, "I suppose ignorance is the worst poison there is." He didn’t bite into the fruit. He pocked it in his jacket and she didn’t get to ask what he was doing when they finally found something in the dirty. They dug faster eager to get it out. Callie reached in when she saw the hilt of the sword and pulled it from the ground with all her strength. She landed on her behind on the soil, the sword in hand. "You buried a sword?" Nadia questioned. "It’s an archangel’s Grace," Callie explained, smiling. "Lucifer’s Grace to be exact."

Deacon announced with a sly smile, which made Rex a little out of place, during his whole time fighting in Dracoterrum, he had barely ever used a weapon, he had relied on Fafnir’s skills, as he thought about this, the servant opened the crate lid, revealing a short sword, sporting a shining red blade that seemed to pulse, a golden handle with a large ruby on the end of the pommel, Rex had to admit, even thought he had not used many weapons, this blade looked incredible. Looking at the sword, then up to Deacon, who seemed to be eagerly anticipating him to do something, then over to his father, who winked and nodded at the sword, Rex bent over, picking the sword up in his hands, causing the cr

Levi said with much cruelly laced in his voice. ***** "Why isn't the sword alive? I thought as we had joined the half together it would automatically activate the sword but right now look at what it is doing". Prince Philip complained to the moon goddess and Arizona. Reed, Ben, Zeus, Eric and Erica where there as they listened. He stood up to demonstrate what he was saying. He took the sword from Lucian hands, waved it through the air and use it to strike a piece of wood in front of them. The sword bounced back. The wood still remained intact and didn't show any sign of cutting.

Blair and I stared at him, wide eyed. "The crescent sword? That's a thing? I've heard about it, but I didn't think it was real" Blair said and Death rolled his eyes, crossing his legs at the ankles. "You're a demi-goddess, for goodness sake. You of all people should know that such a sword exists" he said and Blair sighed. "How are we supposed to find Hera or the sword?" She asked. Death shrugged. "It's easy. Don't try" "Is this a joke to you?" Blair demanded. She was irritated now. Death rose to his feet, a blank look on his face.

Then suddenly I remembered what my father said when he gave me the sword. "My dear, always remember that this sword is special because it came from the Greek god Ares who is the God Of War. He made this sword himself" father said "But father, it looks like an ordinary sword. How can it be special aside from the God of War Ares is the one who gave and made it?" I asked "Just concentrate and think about what you want and it will be the thing you wanted it to become," father answered Right! That's it! Now I understand that! I immediately raised my sword and closed my eyes and concentrated.

He ran towards her but before he could touch her, a sharp dagger sliced his bicep. However the simple weapons didn't do any harm, but the blade which sliced his arm was made up of silver. "Charge!" A voice yelled. Perseus looked over his shoulder. His eyes widened in recognition. His second in command, Kenneth, was attacking his people. Perseus couldn't believe his eyes. Several screams could be heard before their surrounding broke into a panic. Kendrio had unsheathed his sword as he was trying to fight men coming his way. Perseus immediately stood to his feet as he pulled the dagger out of his arm and the next thing he knew, he was slicing Kenneth's throat.

Uncle Gavin asked Lamia and he paused on his words The right time is not yet here Uncle Jonas said and left Keep the sword safe with you and start making use of it ,I know it won't be hard for you to use it my dear uncle Gavin said and left too leaving Lamia so confused, he didn't understand anything those old men talked about so he turned to Perseus who seemed terrified and winks at him Are you not going to help me find a good sheath to put the silver sword inside? He asked Perseus and they bursted in to laughter They went and stole Uncle Jonas sword sheath and replaced it with a fake one