Percy Sword Novels & Stories

"The Ghost Sword has been in the Gardner family for years, and no one has been able to go against its aura of decay. I'd be careful if I were you, or you'd become a pile of rotting flesh that even flies wouldn't go near." "It is pretty impressive," Wilbur said with a smile. "It'll make a fine sacrifice, actually." "What did you say?" "You won't get it, you piece of garbage," said Wilbur calmly. Cyrus was furious. He disappeared into the air, and dozens of blades appeared behind Wilbur. Wilbur sneered coldly. His thunder cleaver hissed and cracked, as he spun around and swung the cleaver over.

I need my sword. Reaching behind my back, I feel the cool, smooth texture of my marking shift beneath my fingers. There’s a brief moment where the ink pulses, almost as if it’s alive, before it solidifies into the hilt of my sword. I draw it out, feeling the familiar weight settle into my hand. The blade hums with energy, a glowing blue that pulses in time with my heartbeat. This sword is mine, a part of me, born of my blood and soul. Athena’s gift, forged from my very essence.

A bloody esophagus hung out as his blood sprayed out in a torrent. "Holy mother..." Persephone rushed towards her room. She needed to get her ancient sword. The one which was given to her by the sorcerer. She kicked open the door and her eyes zeroed in on her weapon, she jumped for it and stumbled as a menacing, strong-looking vampire who was way too handsome for being a villain blocked her path. "Going for this," he asked as he grabbed the sword and pulled it out of the sheath. "I don't think you're going to be using this pretty sword today Vampyre.

"This Tizona sword is very heavy but my father entrusted it to me. I must not disappoint him. I know that he will despise me once I failed!" Prince Arthur raised the Tizona sword in the skies. "I am Prince Arthur, the only son of the King of Alabama. I take pride in my sword and I shall defeat you with this!" When the lion arrived in front of Prince Arthur, he attacked using his marvelous triangular fencing skill, then the lion vanished into thin air.

What should he say to the higher-ups if he let James go scot-free? "You’re dead meat, kid!" Yorich said coldly. A dark light appeared and formed a black sword. Holding the sword in his hand, Yorich's aura burst forth. "An Imperial Weapon?" "That's right, this is an Imperial Weapon. The Lord of the Sword Realms is a Grand Emperor. Besides, the Sword Realm is famous for its terrifying swordsmanship. As such Yorich's swordsmanship must be extraordinary." The moment Yorich revealed his Imperial Weapon, everyone could tell what it was.

Her voice seemed to come from an ancient time, and it was filled with endless sorrow and grief. Elton watched Hunter fall slowly, and he turned a menacing gaze on Sebastian as he said, "I admit defeat when it comes to spells, you brat! However, would you dare to battle against me?" Elton was suddenly holding a long sword whose blade seemed to be almost transparent. A vague outline of a dragon could be seen. "The Sable Dragon!" Gary murmured to himself in shock when he saw the sword. The sword was one of the celestial weapons. Elon Wynde, the founder of yellow paper charm spells, was also nicknamed Ghost Master. That was the sword he had used.