Percy Sword Novels & Stories

“I can take you.” Mare whirled around in a cloud of black cloak, her hands pressed to her chest in fear. Her fear calmed for a bit when she saw who it was that had spoken but soon flared again when she realized that he had followed her and perhaps had been following her since she left the castle! Perci raised his brow and pushed himself off the stony, wet wall. He was not dressed in royal garb. Rather he wore the clothes of a soldier, the only thing missing was the armor and a helmet. His sword was sheathed at his hip.

At the very center rested a sword. The weapon appeared untouched by time. Silver metal gleamed beneath torchlight. Its blade remained flawless. Its hilt carried symbols matching those carved throughout the temple. Yet what drew my attention most was the power radiating from it. The sword felt alive. Lucien's eyes widened. "Impossible." Vera glanced toward him. "You recognize it?" The king nodded slowly. "The Blade of Ardyn." Even Elyria seemed surprised. "I thought it was lost." A strange expression crossed Lucien's face.

The sheath was white with the painting of a dragon breathing fire around it. Paenyrah presented it to me, and I chuckled lightly as I took it from her. “Now, this makes a gun look old fashioned.” I muttered, unsheathing the sword calmly. The silver plated sword shone brightly in the room, and I knew I was set for what needed to be done. “Do you remember its name?” Paenyrah asked, and I chuckled. “How could I forget the Legion?” I asked, and she smirked.

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

Francis said with a small frown on his face. “I mentioned it. You must have forgotten,” Ericson replied in a dismissing tone as there was no reason to be discussing what they were gradually heading to. They both stopped talking and the world around them froze but for their hearts which began to race when they saw Sarah lift up a sword above Harold. The sword which was long and without doubt, sharp, glowed and glistened with the light that bath it. The sword was made of silver. The other students were in a pile of each other, everyone of them in one way or the other, unable to help Harold and even themselves.

“How much?” Deacon put his hands up. “Celestial weaponry is not sold, Theo. The weapon is fated to a specific owner and that sword was destined to be yours.” Theo nodded, pretending he understood the meaning of it. Deacon pointed to the scabbard with a holster fit for a dagger in the chest. The moment Theo touched the scabbard, the sword shrunk to its original size. Convenient, he thought, as he sheathed the dagger into the scabbard.

Arlo promptly called Fleur, immediately respectful when she answered, "My Lady, my Hubbertians have found Praetor Singer's sword in Duca Mines, but there are no other signs of her." Fleur frowned. "The sword I forged is the very definition of a magical instrument, and it was my choice to give it to Penny and not someone like Ruby Chain… Yet you're saying the enemy didn't even take it?! Are they belittling my treasures?!" Arlo really didn't understand how Fleur's mind was functioning just then.

“I don’t have it, but there’s a grandmaster swordsman. He’s called Ghoul Sword. “He’s an extreme convict who’s wanted for over $150,000,000 on the Admiralporium wanted list. What he uses is one marvelous sword.” Kayson frowned while Campian continued speaking. “It’s said that Ghoul Sword’s gone to Clouspring. The sword will be yours if you run into him and end him.” “I have to do it myself?” Kayson asked in exasperation. Campian was a little embarrassed. Well… he could not beat a grandmaster!

- They nodded. "Good! Then I'll tell you a bit more about them." - He smiled at them, but unknown for everyone he was analyzing them quite meticulously. "There are 4 'Holy Swords' that were created by my father. Among them Caliburn is with Arthur Pendragon, a sword so powerful it's capable of breaking space, due to that same trait its the sharpest, and strongest." - He started to explain. "Durandal, is a sword that is the embodiment of power and destruction. It's said that the sword at its max is capable of cutting any defense. The current wielder is Xenovia." - At the mention of that name, everyone was surprised.

One of the weapons Lee had encouraged me to wear was a sword which he called the Dyrnwyn. I could tell it was a Welsh weapon but I wasn't familiar with the legends behind it. Lee wasn't sure either and said he just knew that Rakesh had claimed it belonged to an old friend, who was long gone from this world and that it was very potent against even Ancient Ones. I wondered if it would even still be useful with how old it seemed to be but gathered if it was here, then it had to be strong.