Poseidon Sword Novels & Stories

That was the sword he had used. "Mr. Ballard, the sword he's holding is the legendary Sable Dragon. I hope you can give me that sword." Gary couldn't suppress his excitement as he strode out of the woods and pleaded with Sebastian.

I held both of her hands with just one of my hands and brought my lips to her ear while keeping her still. ________ Do you know what my strongest weapon is in the fight? - I whisper with an arrogant smile on my lips. - The force... if I may say so now I'm going to knock you out. - I announced taking her shoulder without caring about the beast that struggled on top of me. I left the ring still holding her and then stopped in front of the pool. And so I threw myself along with her keeping her close even though I knew I was playing with fire... - I said I would win. - I announced watching the expression of hate burn in those emerald green irises, however something in my chest turned on like a l

She turned around, trying to drag Nevin with her, but Sophie stopped her. “Athena, come meet my husband” Sophie’s words made Azazel clench his fist tight to the point his nails dug into his palm, oozing blood. He always had a little knife with him to keep him safe in unexpected situations. He dug the knife into his palm, enjoying the self-harm.

As long as he survived the upcoming thunder tribulation, the Oculus Blade would be ranked top among all immortal weapons! Severin was incredibly excited by that thought. He took a deep breath, suppressed the joy in his heart, and stared intensely at the figure of the sword embryo floating in front of him. The original crimson Oculus Blade that carried the divine flames and bore the rules of fire had taken on a copper hue, with six golden filament-like lines swirling around it like dragons. It emitted a piercingly cold and terrifying sword intent.

Nora commanded. ​Kael didn't hesitate. His "God of War" instincts had recalibrated for this mythic stage. He didn't have an IV pole anymore; he held a massive, notched broadsword that hummed with the "Red Friction" of the 2025 basement. He swept Leo back, his eyes fixed on the approaching legion.

At the very center rested a sword. The weapon appeared untouched by time. Silver metal gleamed beneath torchlight. Its blade remained flawless. Its hilt carried symbols matching those carved throughout the temple. Yet what drew my attention most was the power radiating from it. The sword felt alive. Lucien's eyes widened. "Impossible." Vera glanced toward him. "You recognize it?" The king nodded slowly. "The Blade of Ardyn." Even Elyria seemed surprised. "I thought it was lost." A strange expression crossed Lucien's face.

she said, presenting the sword to me. I stared at this amazing object, and I could feel its power as if it were speaking to me. Its smooth surface and unique, sharp edges were undeniably beautiful and deadly. The sword's hilt was covered by black leather, carefully protecting the one wielding the sword from silver poisoning. To think I was looking at the celestial object… It felt surreal. The King having a weapon made by the Goddess herself sounded amazing, but I didn't think that keeping the sword inside the palace was wise.

Some of the gods are angels who are not bound by the sky. Cia let go of Zeno's grip, her husband immediately moved to the other side and Cia immediately unfurled his two swords. It's not an ordinary sword, this sword is made of pearls on the seabed and with mineral materials in the form of mermaid tears. Not to forget the fossils of underwater creatures are used as basic material. Cia had a hard time getting this item, she entrusted these two swords to Kaia when she was about to start a mission. Then, a few days ago the naiad woman sent the sword through her subordinates.

The blade gleamed with a brilliant silver light, its edge shimmering with a promise of sharpness. The blood sword! I exclaimed internally, astonished by the fact that I had successfully conjured the legendary weapon known to be wielded by a valiant warrior from Cairos—a neighboring nation to Springgan. Apollo had shared stories about it, expressing his dream to create such a weapon one day. Empowered by the gauntlet, I held the blood sword with ease. The blade's edge gleamed, a testament to its lethal potential. Just as the icy shield surrounding me shattered, the dominus seized the opportunity to consume me. Its jaws opened wide as it lunged towards me. Reacting swiftly, I positioned the sw

Theo drag his body out of the stream to shore and laid back making the huffing sound. It was Theo first battle, and it was the hardest battle of all, and as well as Theo regret not bringing his sword, because it would be a little bit easy, with the black sword, over time during the practices, Theo notice that the black sword was too sharp, and feel regretted and thankful for the person who sold it without knowing anything.