Percy Sword Novels & Stories

The sword can only be pulled by a righteous, worthy person and the one destined to rule as king of all supernatural beings. Upon hearing these things, Rio, Dante, Leonard and as well as Prometheus was shocked and confused. “There is a sacred weapon that can kill even a supernatural being? Is this story for real, or just a myth?” Rio asked confusedly. “This is not just a myth young one,” Incur replied. “What you heard is all for real.” He added upon seeing that Rio and the rest of the young men were still confused. “If this is for real, what does it have to do with Augustus? If this can kill him, then why didn’t anyone searched for the sword and used it to destroy the dark one with it?” Dante

Sarah had to go through a lot just to find a page about it. It was pretty much impossible for anyone else to know about this weapon, let alone have this weapon. It should have been millions of meters down underground as the book said. "One cut and you'll get an incurable poison." Rufus laughs. "I'm so happy that you remember," he says and took the sword from the man. "This was what killed you before isn't it." Of course, Ryder remembered. It was even Rufus who had the honor of piercing it through his chest.

It was Percy. He didn’t hesitate or slow down. He moved like a force of nature unleashed, jaws snapping shut around a wolf’s throat and twisting until bone gave way. Another lunged at his flank, teeth so close to his flank, but Percy didn’t even cry out. He slammed it into the ground, crushing its skull beneath his paw. I saw Percy’s body stiffen for just a fraction of a second when he saw the body of one of his bodyguards. Then he did something that made my stomach turn.

Penn said as she handed the sword to the prince who looked at her with an expression on his face which Penn could not decipher. Penn reached the stack of weapon in the corner and took hold of a double sword, something which lord Vallas had trained her in by himself and it was widely known that Lord Vallas's choice of weapon is always that. ‘Twice as edgy, unrestrained and dangerous.’ He had once told Penn. Penn never saw the use to use that sword but if there was ever a time to be twice was deadly then this was the time because he believe that he was going to need to it to defeat the prince.

They rest for a moment and left. Catherine went to the nearest pond and started practicing with the wooden sword. Hikaru saw her, he was carrying Destiny’s sword. He don’t know what is he feeling towards her. His heart was beating so fast and that time seems very slow when he's around her. He went closer to her. "You are doing well. Destiny would be glad if you practice with this.” Hikaru gave Catherine the sword Destiny has left. Catherine was surprised seeing the sword again. He holds the wooden sword and she was staring at the sword Hikaru handed.

As if the sword were a fascinating research object discovered by one of the archaeologists and deserving of their full attention. Though Nicholas did not need to think that hard to figure out who would have that sword. If only they thought backwards, considering the entire list of customers since he officially opened his blacksmith shop, then Nicholas would be able to find the answer quickly. Because in that list, there was only one name that ordered that kind of sword. "Is this sword for Karl?" Nicholas' voice managed to pull Alec back to consciousness. He smiled a small smile as he clapped his hands. "Exactly."

He dies painlessly. The Centurion blows his whistle, letting out two long notes; giving us the signal to charge. We break formation, swords drawn heading straight for the entrenched Persians. For a short moment, the world is silent. All I care about is gutting the enemy, as I drive my sword at the nearest Persian soldier. The Persian scouts are rather unprepared for this attack, since they counted on their muskets to make us retreat but it seems these scouts weren’t trained to reload fast enough. The Persian I face tries to kill me by attacking with his gun’s bayonet; I parry it with my sword and immediately stab him in the chest. The sword goes in faster than usual; scout armor is always we

Lucian was watching the man keenly. The man pulled out the drawer and took out a sword. It was mighty, long, sharp and clean. The sword sparkled when it came out of the drawer. "This is a special sword my grandfather had. It is laced with the most potent poison in the whole of the witches' territory, he had a witch queen laced it and he fought many wars with it." Lucian looked at the sword and it didn't look like it had been to war, it was clean and too sharp, a touch of it could tear one's skin. The man brought the sword to Lucian and handed it over to him.

Ashton sported a rare look of solemness. The word "terrifying" was nowhere near enough to describe the strength of the person who managed to leave such an unrelenting wisp of weaponized energy inside of Lawrence. "It was Wycliffe Gorham, the Divine Swordmaster of Jalun and the chairman of the Jalunese Martial Association, who did it to me," Lawrence said grimly. His eyes flashed with hostility at the mention of Wycliffe, but it died out almost immediately. He was old now, and Wycliffe was still at his prime.

Percy took a deep breath and unleashed his world avatar. A two-meter-long sword appeared behind him which happened to be Percy's world avatar. At that moment, Percy seemed to be barely holding it up, but he still managed to force out another attack. With a shout, he shot forward like an arrow. The world avatar turned into pure energy as it merged with the sword in Percy's hand! Under everyone's widened eyes, he started to strike at the injured purple-feathered beast again!