Poseidon Sword Novels & Stories

“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.

“The Yatagan Sword that suppressed the Great Historial Land isn't that impressive,” said Lord Zenda. With a flick of her fingers, the massive purple light sword, originally aimed at Zoltan, abruptly changed direction. “It’s only polite to reciprocate. Let me return the favor!” Lord Zenda exclaimed. She flicked her fingers forward. The purple light sword, carrying a majestic purple and white Sword Energy, charged straight towards Neville.

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!

Count Croyso smiled and nodded, asking Thomas to take it. Selena brought out a dazzling short sword, its sheath made of gold and encrusted with gems, the hilt adorned with a large, lustrous pearl. It was incredibly valuable. Holding the sword with both hands, Selena said, “Father, you are a warrior, and this sword suits you perfectly. I went to great lengths to find it, so you must like it, or I’ll take it back!”

“Lord Hades, what can we do to ease your anger?” Hades shut his mouth for a moment. But then, a peal of cynical laughter resonated loudly. “Hahahahaha! What a funny guy.” Perseus held his sword, threatening to unsheath it with his gesture. “What a lovely sword.” Hades saw it. Of course, he did. “The indestructible sword from Hermes. No wonder you have something with him.” “We’re friends.” He snarled back, and the veins started to pop out.

“You can’t really be thinking of drawing that sword on me, can you?” Nya asked Gator as his hand hovered above the hilt of his sword. An awkward grin spread across his face. “Of course not,” he said. He pulled his hand away. “That’s just… reflex.”

She purses her lips in displease seeing everyone is leaping aside. 'Why in the hell would they leap away as if it's a vulture?! The sword is aimed straight and they could have just stepped aside from its way! Why would they do backflips and all? Is this a gymnastics class or what? And what's with that dude? Why is that guy breathing heavily as if he just escaped from a hunting lion?' She notices only a few guys just took a step aside and stood straight calmly. THUD! Her eyes follow the sound and see Parthib stopped the sword by holding it in his bare hand. The sharp edge has cut his palm resulting in bleeding.

"Your Senator Chris stole something from us, the Medusa, we want it back. Our Intel tells us you have it.” “Have what?" “The flash drive” “what flash drive?” Uche asked perplexed “ I can see you need a little motivation” he said as he slowly walked over to Maggie. Uche's eyes trailing his motion. He grabbed her chin roughly as his other hand searched his sides and came up with a silver dagger. Uche's heart skipped a beat! “wait wait wait! please wait!” Uche cried as the man laughed wickedly again, clearly enjoying his manipulations.