Poseidon Sword Novels & Stories

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.

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.

“How could you possibly know if you didn’t know about the prophecy about Uriel?” “I didn’t,” he shook his head. “I just knew if the fates allowed you to be born with such power, you were to do great things. And great things need a suitable weapon, not just the power of the hands.” Letting out a breath, the gods grew closer to me. “It’s time,” Poseidon’s Trident glowed. “Everyone gather near. It will be a rough ride between worlds,” Poseidon muttered. Everyone’s hand touched another’s shoulder, causing a chain of warriors. Poseidon closed his eyes, tilting his head back.

My fingers are on my chin as I crouched and looked at it. The cover or the sheath was silver with a few pints of gold, I don't understand the engravings etched on it. Because of my curiosity, I held it and released it from its sheath. Unlike other sword, its blade was bluish and silver, the handle was wood in color and the cover was glass. It was not as heavy as it look. I lifted it up and swayed it... Imagining I was a samurai fighting some bad guys. I chuckled.

Under Zella’s perception, breaking through Xayvion’s Obsidian Body was the only way for James to have a chance at defeating him. However, it was not a guaranteed victory. Stephen looked at the white longsword in his hand and asked, “Does this sword seem familiar to you guys?” “Is it?” asked Wynton. Zella wore a puzzled expression too. Stephen spoke, “This sword is identical to the Supremusse Sword, and it contains thousands of Genesis Paths. However, it’s much more terrifying than the Supremusse Sword. It has countless inscriptions that even I can’t comprehend.”

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.

Abe nodded his head at Aegeus. "20 more to go" A few kilometres away from the site of the battle, a man clad in a robe with the insignia of a Wolf on it was approaching Abe and the others' location. He smelt of several different herbs, and in his hands was a blue potion. As if he wasn't peculiar enough, he carried another thing that was a source of great fear to Zandorians; for strapped onto his back was a blade that was as dark as the night and as cold as winter - the Dark Sword!