Percy Sword Novels & Stories

We said goodbye and I headed to the address Nick had texted me. As I walked into the shop a friendly gentleman greeted me. “Miss Clarke, Mr. Thorn said to expect you.” “He did,” I sounded surprised. “I have the bottles ready for you.” We walked over to the counter, and he showed me the bottles. First was Chateau Montelena chardonnay and the second was a bottle of Macallan 18-year-old double cask whiskey. I nodded, not having a clue. I watched as he boxed the bottles up and placed a gift ribbon around each of them.

And in the middle, on a stone bridge that spanned the torrent, stood Leigh’s father. Lord Valerius was a tall, lean man like a hardened sapling. He wore no armor, only a worn leather jerkin over a grey tunic. His hair was more silver than black, tied back. He held no weapon. He stood alone on the bridge, facing Gryffen’s army, a solitary figure of calm authority.

says an aristocrat " Oh how I wish I could see it too" *giggle* " Oh my I didn't know you like such things" at Celeus amused question the rest of the room also started laughing " Of course, who wouldn't want to see that?" the rest of them agreed Celeus than stood up from his chair and put a big smile on his face " why didn't you say so from the start ofcourse I can help you with that" " Haha really?" " But ofcourse" Celeaus than took out his sword and cut the aristocrat's head off

“Andrius Moonshade, I have to say, as a junior born two hundred years later, you should be proud that you were able to push me to this extent! Remember, when you arrive in hell, tell Hades himself that it was the Progenitor Emperor, Arthur Ohger, who killed you!” With that, the Aurum Sacred Sword in his hand gathered strands of sword energy, finally converging in mid-air to form a golden energy that soared into the sky. At that moment, that sword was the only thing that existed in the world. “Sky Piercer!” Arthur roared angrily and slashed the sword down. The sword pierced straight into the sky, hundreds of meters long. Perhaps that was what a Divine Step expert was. It left people hopeless

He chucked something at the prince. Colter caught it immediately, it was a sword, a gemstone that resembled an evil looking cat’s eye was in the center of its hilt. The blade’s edge glowed with a faint but violent looking color of black. “Your reward is the sweet release of death!” Dyron told them maniacally laughing now, his hands were thrown up as he laughed as all was going according to plan. Colter prepared the sword he had been given, he swung it in the air a few times and it let out whistles as he cut through the wind.

Some even came up with an idea, saying that they could play some dirty tricks to rob the tickets. Tyr’s heart skipped a beat when he heard the news. What shocked him wasn’t the ticket price, but the words ‘Celestial Empire’s Sword Warrior!’ Who else in the Celestial Empire was qualified to be called a Sword Warrior? There was only one man. It was Dillon White, the Sword Warrior!

Even his father, Chief God Zeus could not use this sword and could only keep it behind the throne forever. However, now, an Eastern man had succeeded in wielding the sacred sword. It was glowing under his stimulation! This was absolutely impossible! Why should the sacred sword bow its allegiance to an Eastern man? Philip was indifferent. He did not know what Leo was thinking at this moment. He looked at the sacred sword in his hand and said, “It just so happens that I’m lacking a suitable weapon. This sword will belong to me, then. I thank the sacred city for the gift.” “F*ck! Who said it’s a gift for you? Give the sacred sword back!”

And as I imagined for a longsword, it followed my will and shapeshifted to a longsword. “That’s enough!!!” August snatched the sword away from me. For some reason, August was breathing heavily with a worn out look. “…You win, Lucifer.” With that, August sheath his sword and return back to where he stood. …His reactions are telling the truth. This means… that sword was indeed the Crepusculum Ignotum. As for his relationship with the Spirit Sword King— I have no interest in it. “So… Kronos. Who exactly are you? Why were you so sure about the Spirit Sword King’s sword?”

“I’d like to see what’s so mysterious about you?” He walked forward while the scenery changed immediately. He saw a sword that was levitating midair. Its blade was made from a dazzling light. Jason was pleasantly surprised when he saw the sword. He stuttered, “This is… Excalibur.” The Excalibur was a weapon of the ancient king, Alexander. It was forged with bronze at its greatest peaks. The legends had foretold it could devastate armies with a single swipe. After the great Alexander had died, the Excalibur had gone missing. He could not believe that it had appeared here.

The man with the long sword ran to him as quickly as he could and was forcing his sword to stab the neck of the man in front of him. Lixien stepped up and took the sword he was resolute in holding using her power and she held it blade with her index finger and middle finger. The sword shook and the blade crumbled into pieces. Suddenly, in the middle of the commotion, the soldiers who didn’t sense her presence, kneeled and shouted. “May you live in longevity and may the god bless you, Your Majesty; the Empress.”