Percy Sword Novels & Stories

"Son, what a wind carries you in the throne room, in front of these good gentlemen, my faithful and flawed knights, I think that only your love for Catherine of Aragon brings you here, the count and the knight of Suffering came hurriedly from Rome to bring the bubble, are my precious nobles and the most stormy swordsmen, by virtue of the count is connected the defeat of the barbarian gladiator, a Goliath better at the sword than with the spear, fell under the astonished eyes of an entire city!" "Ah! Father! Knight Carlos Ferroni, the best sword defeated so rightly speaking of a messenger?" the Duke of York wakes up with a grin in his apartments with Intendant Garcia, a typical drunken drunka

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.

“Lord Hades, what can we do to ease your anger?” Hades shut his mouth for a moment. But then, a peal of cynical laughter resonated loudly. “Hahahahaha! What a funny guy.” Perseus held his sword, threatening to unsheath it with his gesture. “What a lovely sword.” Hades saw it. Of course, he did. “The indestructible sword from Hermes. No wonder you have something with him.” “We’re friends.” He snarled back, and the veins started to pop out.

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.

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.

“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.