Percy Sword Novels & Stories

Arthur giggles hearing me say that. “I should’ve known that you won’t satisfied with me. I am the one who is missing you, I really want you to get back and pay your losing bet” he laughs so hard and I throw a pillow at him. I was hoping he’ll forget about that bet. A day after arrived in this village, he and I made a bet about who will be the first to be involved in the love affair here, at that time I held Kathy's name, while Arthur held Anneth. And now it was clear that it was Anneth who had a chance to have a scandal with Dave. My defeat required me to accept all of Arthur's orders for 3 days. I don't think it's going to be difficult, considering that Arthur also always wakes up at 1 pm s

Giving the boy her attention, Rose introduced herself; “thank you for helping me get a better view young sir, I do love watching! My name is Rose Duncaster, heiress to this manor.” “Pleasure miss, my pa is about to compete in the sword play. We just moved here from Wales, my name is Percival but everyone just calls me Percy.” Shaking his hand as her da taught her to, not too firm but not soft and flimsy either… she caught herself gazing into his gorgeous eyes, they were the brightest blue she’d ever seen, and her ma’s eyes were pretty spectacularly blue as well. Then the spell was broken with the clanging of metal and the entertainment had begun.

“7th Sword, Huckleberry, greets the Ogre.” Ogre, a name that was unfamiliar to most people but well-known amongst the ranks of the supernatural. That was the name of the absolute monarch of Ogre’s Nest. His appearance and location were a mystery, and not even his closest confidantes knew what he looked like. Ogre ruled by passing down orders through the 7 Swords, his direct subordinates. Even the 7 Swords had not seen Ogre before; but there were rumours that the 1st Sword had been graced with Ogre’s appearance before. Professor Huckleberry was known to the world as a meek old man who loved laughter and playful banter; but his true identity was this: He was the 7th Sword!

I thought the priests weren't targets, so why? But my own situation became too urgent to worry about other people. I was the one in real danger. I was the unlucky villainess for God's sake. Alistair wielded his enormous sword, taking a powerful swing at the troops of Soma who approached him. The sword started to rumble at that moment. An aura the same color as Alistair's silver hair started to cover the sword. Sword master. I knew that he was supposed to be the youngest sword master in the empire's history. But witnessing it myself was still amazing.

If he had that blade, he wouldn’t have died in the battle against the Winged Serpent. Village Head Fan cast his gaze to the sword that stood gallantly in the middle. Although the current situation meant that he didn’t have time to waste, he couldn’t help but be drawn in by the blade in the middle. Unlike Durandal, the sword in the middle was completely blue, but possessed a white hilt. It gave off a holy aura, and seemed so sacred that one was even afraid of touching it, for the fear that one would stain its beautiful purity. It didn’t tear into Village Head Fan with its gaze, but it repelled him calmly when he subconsciously reached out to touch it. It repulsive force woke Village Head Fan

"I'm not a full master yet lad, but one day soon I will be. If you practice everyday and get good, you might be able to get into the Academy free of charge like me" The boy smiled widely, "I will Sir, and then I'll be the greatest sword master ever!" he said enthusiastically, and ran off pushing his cart of manure. Out of the house came the first boy followed by an older gentleman, he was grizzled and worn, like a piece of meat left out in the sun to dry. Boro knew that look, it was the look of a man that spent most of his life working under the sun. The older man walked up to Boro, and introduced himself as Hogan.

Although Minerva didn't know that much about those who were in the Toen Empire, she had read in the books about this Percival Montmorency who was also known as Chancellor Percy. Percival Montmorency was a commoner slave that was been rescued by Uncle Khalil. Since he had been seen as a potential swordmaster, the now Marquis Penthievre, which was Aunt Leticia's blood brother, trained Percy. Who would've known that Percy was such a genius that he became a Swordmaster just at the age of fifteen? Everyone knew that a Swordmaster was equivalent to an Archmage. Therefore, Percy's position in the Toen unexpectedly went into a turn that even the former Emperor, her mother, and Uncle Khalil's father,

“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!

Greg swallowed with difficulty as he wiped off the cold sweats that formed on his forehead. “If it’s Prince York, although the situation would be difficult, I will still do my job. But this man’s status really isn’t someone we can offend.” Yannick frowned. “Can’t you just tell me who is that straightforwardly?” Greg answered with a trembling voice, “The living legend, Sword Army’s chief instructor.” Smack! On the other side, the sound of the phone being dropped to the ground could be heard. After a long moment, only Yannick’s shivering voice was heard, “You’re saying, the chief instructor of the Sword Army? The chief instructor? Are you sure you’re not mistaken?”

The Duke approaches with a lazy gait, and Alcina balks when she sees what the man is dragging behind him. Held in an expert grip is five swords, their gleaming tips grazing along the floor as Percy approaches. Darla faces her with a wicked smile, crooning when Percy comes close enough for Darla to greet her with a little nuzzle. Percy’s own lips part in an amused, gummy grin, happiness written in his features in a way that transforms it into something nearly unrecognizable to Alcina. And then, Darla pulls one of the swords from Percy’s grip and tosses it.