Percy Sword Novels & Stories

She glanced around and saw that the village elders were in complete attendance. Behind the Duke's son stood two new faces, the foreigner and the noble who she talked to earlier this morning. She tried to bring her mind to what they discussed just to distract herself from what happened inside the manor. The Sword of the Godslayer. She thought to herself. If my father had access to the artifact she just held, is there any chance that he might have had the Zephyrean sword as well?

My life is done for! Percival stiffened, his eyes fixed on the blade coming towards him. At this moment, a figure suddenly flashed beside the disciple with the sword. The figure also had a sword in hand, and when he appeared beside the disciple, the figure’s sword slashed down diagonally. Squelch! The disciple was cut into half instantly. The sword in the disciple’s hand lost momentum as the person that held it was no more. The blade deflected, allowing Percival to dodge to the side.

Of course, his clothes wouldn't be complete without his sword, Scorpion. Scorpion and Sagittarius are swords from the ancient times, it already exists since Seruvia's era. Because of the works piling on his table since the day he took over the throne, he didn't had a spare time to visit his favorite place in the palace── the pond on the west wing── so his feet automatically brought him there as he walked in the palace's grounds.

Vic replied rudely. "You just came here and you start asking for your sword. Well, it is right over there." Spiro answered and Vic went over to pick it up. "But let me remind you that I'm the one that forged it! I burned my most lovely cloth because of it!" Spiro said but Vic just ignored him as he got to the place where the sword was. He took the sword out of the sheath and examined the newly forged sword created by his boastful new friend, Spiro.

Sergio could not help but feel proud when he said this. It was known to all that Sergio's vintage sword was a gift that Morticia had chosen from the treasury of the South Cloud Royal Family before he set out. It was said that it was an imperial sword of one of the emperors of the South Cloud Royal Family a thousand years ago. The quality of the sword was extraordinary.

Pops handed over the knife when Troy held out his hand. "The craftsmanship is exquisite," Pops continued. "Not many in that time possessed skill required to make something like this." "Was this someone you knew?" Troy handed Pops back the blade. "There is one who could have made it, but he's long gone. Sharra put him to rest." I started at the sound of her name. "What's his name?" I asked. "Arthur Pendragon." Professor Pops took the short sword from Troy and placed it in the top drawer of his desk.

Her intense gaze, hardened by countless battles, was tempered by her unwavering loyalty to Somerland. To Elysia's left stood Gareth Swordbane, widely feared and respected as the Sword Demon. He was a tall, imposing figure, his eyes sharp and deadly. Known for wielding a blade with unparalleled mastery, Gareth’s skill in swordsmanship was legendary, his reputation as a ruthless opponent striking fear into the hearts of all who dared challenge him. His sword, an ancient blade etched with runic symbols, was strapped across his back, and his eyes held a piercing focus that spoke of countless battles fought and won.

Therefore, usually a sword spirit only had one owner and vice versa. "Where is your sword?" Ludriev asked. "Ah, I leave it in my house. I don't need to carry it around in our own home, do I?" "Yes, you do. What if there's an attack? You are too reckless." "Didn't I have the strongest sword master with me right now? Who would have the gut or is foolish enough to attack?" Ludriev used the hilt of her sword to jab him. "Stop that." "Yeah, ok." Rion grimaced in pain and rubbed his side. "But the name Goddess of War really suits you. Honest!"

He knew that persuading Lily Moon was futile, so he shifted his attention to Sebastian. "Junior Brother Sebastian, it's good that you want to help Junior Sister. I appreciate it, but unfortunately, your cultivation is still shallow. If you go, you won't be of any help to Junior Sister; instead, you might cause trouble. It's better to consider it carefully." At this point, Alexander waved his hand, and a green sword appeared in his hand. "This sword is called the Pure Yang Meridian Sword, a mysterious-grade treasure sword that I used when I built the foundation. As long as Junior Brother Sebastian promises not to cause trouble, I will give this sword to you."

The silence of paws replaced by the soft sound of boots on soil. My men fall into formation behind me. We’ve covered the miles between my pack and Soren’s swift and silent. There’s no point in wasting energy now. My Beta Percy appears beside me, his silver-threaded cloak resting over one shoulder. He resembles some prince from a fairytale. Perfectly groomed and neat as a pin. “You look like you swallowed a whole porcupine,” he says, stretching like a cat. “Just thinking,” I grunt. “That usually means something dangerous is about to happen.”