Percy Sword Novels & Stories

He raised the sword with his right hand to the sky. Avraam's relic sword weighed five kilograms and was also nearly two metres long, differing slightly from the sword currently in use. However, Brockley could even wield two swords at once in his right and left hands. After Avraam and Herbert's legacy swords were gilded together, it meant that the sword weighed ten kilograms. Brockley wielded the sword all the way from Glor Cave to Gloriston.

’ everybody assumed impatiently. Tension of the crowd was aroused in alarm, their hearts raced with unwelcoming anticipation. Finally, a figure emerged from the huge waves as a victor, the sword of Eryndor– Eryndor, exhausted but triumphant, his Conch shell still clutched in his hand.

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.

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.

He did not know where he should particularly go but the bolt seemed to know where to find Helena. And so he did and right now, he had to settle the score between the sister who wanted nothing but his destruction and the coming back to life of their grand father who like her is equally destructive and wants to fill he world with fear. Persephone conjured a sharp sword for herself too. If Zac was not mistaken, that was made out f Damascus steel too. Obviously, her crazy half sister had a fetish for the legendary steel. She even had the chance to change into a battle attire. What used to be sexy gown was now a battle suit.

His sword Crimson Malevolence, the ancient yet deadliest dark sword which had souls trapped in it. If he summoned his sword, it meant he was extremely serious. “Tsk.” Rolling his eyes off, before the fight could mold itself into a different matter, Zadicus pierce the sword he created through it. “You have proven you are an illusion in the end.” Zadicus whispered, killing the image of Persephone himself. “Zadicus..?” Persephone called eyes turning back with black blood escaping her mouth. “My Persephone would never use the word ‘hate’ for me.” He smiled, murmuring in her ears, breaking the illusion in an instant.

The Alexa Sword, when wielded by someone of Lord of War status, posed a significant threat even to him. The Alexa Sword sliced through the air, its force crashing onto the floor, carving a deep gully nearly half a foot in depth. Harnessing the sword as a conduit for his formidable inner strength, Daxton amplified its power several times over. "Haha! Magnificent!" Daxton's wild laughter echoed as he beheld the might of the Alexa Sword. For a fleeting moment, he entertained the idea that he could shatter anything with a single stroke. With the Alexa Sword firmly in his grip, Daxton unleashed a flurry of formidable strikes. He was convinced that even Alexander, a semi-Empyrean, would struggle t

He mocked me. "Say what you want, Alester, but I promise you, you will not be leaving here with my children." I snapped at him. He used his ridiculous speed to tackle me with great force. He sent me flying a few feet across the room. The air left me upon impact with the wall. I quickly collected myself, standing back up and rushing back towards Alester. "Percy!" Toni yelled my name as he threw me a sword that was literally on fire. I caught it midair, before meeting with Alester. I went straight for his heart, but he disappeared before I could make contact. Fu.cking coward.

"Combination: Holy Domineering Demonic Sword Script, Ultimate Shadowy Sword, World-Destroying Sword Script." Three SSS-ranked skills combined! In an instant, numerous sword lights flew out from the Immemorial Dragon Sword. "Swoosh! Swoosh! Swoosh!" In an instant, the cold light was revealed, and the Sword Qi was everywhere. "Rumble!" The ground quaked. "Emperor?" When Perla saw Lucas' appearance, her fair face was filled with joy. Countless Demon Soldiers fell to the ground. Their lives had forever disappeared from this world.

Hector was willing to sacrifice two high-quality mithril swords just to witness the limits of my sword's power. "There's one important thing that I almost forgot, Vans. Who made your sword, or is it a type of inherited weapon?" Mr. Hector asked, his gaze sharp and focused on me. I didn't have a good answer to respond to his question. It was impossible for me to say that I obtained both swords from a god who sent me to this world. "Well, it's alright if you don't want to say. I guess sometimes people have their own secrets that can't be revealed," Mr. Hector said, even before I had a chance to answer.