Reincarnated Sword Novels & Stories

The combination of [Sword Mastery] and [Stab] was great. The additional damage of [Sword Mastery] and [Stab] was Enough to pierce iron not to say skeletal bones. “Am I really in another life or not?” he sighed. He doesn't have any information, all he has is [Soul Blood Throat]. This was evidence that he was inside another world. What if he dies? The reincarnators didn't die, did they? They just repeat. He doesn't have the guts to try this. He still doesn't want to die and he has many things he wants to do. He was not afraid of death, what he was most afraid of was the unknown. Nobody knows what will happen if someone dies.

As he approached Zenaida step-by-step, he looked like a mighty war god with the Crepe Myrtle Divine Sword in his hand. “I’ll kill whoever tries to force me to reincarnate.” James instantly appeared before Zenaida after the words left his mouth. “Wh-What? How did you nullify my Reincarnation Power?” Zenaida’s expression immediately changed. She possessed Reincarnation Power. This power makes reincarnation unavoidable for even a Quasi Ancestral God. Yet, James managed to negate her attack. “Die!” James raised the Crepe Myrtle Divine Sword. He aimed the sword at Zenaida and slashed at her head.

Everyone felt the powerful aura of the Nascent Soul Realm. As Xiao Chen chanted the incantation, countless golden rays emitted off him and scattered in all corners of Lingtai Mountain. Then the four 100-feet long swords appeared out of thin air. The white sword in the east was the Immortal Extermination, the red sword in the west was the Immortal Lancination, the purple sword in the south was the Immortal Trap and the green sword in the north was the End of Immortal.

I opened my eyes to find a translucent sword in my hands, a manifestation of my intent. Excitement bubbled within me as I examined the ethereal weapon. The edges sparkled with otherworldly radiance, and I could feel the hum of power emanating from it. It was a surreal sight—a sword made not of steel but of the very fabric of existence. Eager to test my creation, I turned my attention to a punching bag hanging in the corner of the training room. With a swift motion, I swung the celestial sword, its energy slicing through the air like a comet's tail. The blade connected with the punching bag, and to my amazement, it split into two perfect pieces.

Wounds of Eryndor troops that would have been mortal mere hours before began to miraculously heal, as if the warriors' bodies were fueled by a bright, ancient power. The Eryndor troops’ warriors, though battered and bruised, arose anew, their eyes blazing with a fierce determination. The air was heavy with the stench of blood and sweat, but the fighters pressed on, undeterred. However, those who had suffered the deadly precision of daggers and spears to the heart lay motionless, their lives extinguished by the fatal blows. The distinction was stark: wounds could be healed, but hearts pierced by the sacred weapons would not be revived.

Humans got rid of all witches by burning them at the stake during the reckoning but I ran out of town with nowhere to go. Years ago I had come back to the very same town that Katherine had died, I was made duke even though some people knew I was a vampire they employed my help for different jobs they could not do themselves. You could say that I was some sort of assassin. It was for a job that I had gone to the manor of the Pedros and that was when I had seen Guinevere, she was a replica of Katherine. I had heard of reincarnation but never had I believed that it was possible, now she was grown into the woman that Katherine was before she died and her scent was irresistible. I know she is not

He walked towards me, grabs me by the arm and hugged me tightly. “Destiny, please come back” I heard him crying. “Hikaru…” I returned his hug and rest my head on his shoulder. As he wipes his tears from his face, he apologizes. He sat down again, his head was looking at the ground. “You’ve inherited Destiny’s sword, might as well have her throne.” “NO” I shortly replied, he looked at me. “And never ever!” an angry voice was heard. Hikaru stood up in surprise, I was still holding the sword. On the staircase stands, Aiomi.

He explained while the two were listening to him closely. "What do you mean by that?" "You can't die because you are destined to protect the dragon, and you are also a deity of the dragons. Even if you were be killed many times, you're soul won't leave your body and it will revive itself. By the time that you will be revive, your body will back to normal and your wounds will heal fast."He said.

An old but powerful voice pulled me out of the endless darkness. "You're the one, Lily Stenson." I looked around the York family's indoor training grounds. The one who had just spoken was Emily Harrison. It was then that I realized that I had been reborn. I was surrounded by dozens of other elite bodyguards, who were clad in black training uniforms just like mine. They were the cream of the crop of other security companies within the country and were sent to participate in the competition.

"That's right, an Elf ancestral relic sword!" The people around who were watching were shocked and amazed when they saw the sword belonging to elder Uwit. When his sword came out completely, elder Uwit grasped it with both hands and immediately came out wood that crawled from the handle of the sword and covered elder Uwit's body. The wood formed a protective armor that radiated such great strength.