Reincarnated Sword Novels & Stories

I noticed that Edwin didn't want us to use a sword, so I threw the sword to the flaw and grew my claws. We began to tear each other's skin, but of course, the pain only lasted for a while. It only lasted until it got healed. The sword was the best for a werewolf fight. The poison on it would leave a long and lasting injury to remember. I bent over and picked up the sword with a smirk. "Alright then, let's do it the hard way," Edwin said, as he bent over to pick up his sword. "Argh!" I let out a groan as I released my sword against him.

"Be careful what you wish for, mortal. Vengeance comes at a price." "I don't care," Carmen said, her fists clenched. She couldn't care less about some sick price awaiting her. She had already died once, so what other 'price' was greater than death itself? "They took everything from me. I want them to feel what I felt. I want them to suffer." Nyx extended a hand, her long fingers glowing faintly. "Then rise, Carmen. Rise as the herald of the night. Your vengeance will be your strength, and your fury will be your weapon. But remember-once you begin this path, there is no return."

He still had a scar over his left eye where the wineglass she hurled at him shattered too close for safety. Rhychard glanced down at the Guardian Sword in his numb hand. The blade had returned to cold bronze. The broadsword, his inheritance from a dying elf, had an intricate design of vines engraved around the edges. Faeries cross, a stone resembling the bark of an ancient pine, encased the pommel. The stone supposedly helped him to draw upon the elemental magic around him, protecting him against the Void and its denizens. The Guardian Sword held the memories and skills of a dozen previous Warriors who wielded the blade before him. He wondered if the Seelie knew the number thirteen was bad l

Chapter 20 Carlin’s P.O.V. I clutch Clarissa's hand tightly as we emerged from the forest, heading towards my pack's settlement. We had just communed with the moon goddess, who had revealed to us our past lives. We were also informed about the possible danger the consequences of reincarnation could bring. The healer who guided us during the process had informed us about the Hunter God, who we had also met during the communing. All these events left us worried and wondering what would happen next.

Now, the blood has been washed away and it was so glaring. I was reborn as Alyssa Arnold. "What!" I yelled, forgetting I was in the car. The remaining words stuck in my throat when I saw Tristan's warning gaze. How is this possible? Why am I reborn as Alyssa Arnold? And, how come Alyssa Arnold was going through a lot? The Alyssa Arnold everyone knows was a happy woman in a happy marriage.

So long as his psychic energies still exist, no one could take it. "Crack! Crack!" The short sword's dark luminescence flickered as it threshed and floundered and the Reincarnation Lines began to snap. Chu Xun raised a hand and slapped hard on the magical weapon. For one moment, the dark luminescence wavered. That was it. Chu Xun began pounding at the sword like how a blacksmith would with iron, smacking furiously at the magical weapon to dispel the dark radiance from coagulating.

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

"Yes, faction, you see there are three factions in charlanders squad. The battle faction, strategy faction, and defense faction. Their names are pretty much explicit already, so I guess I don't have to explain their roles, right?" "Right." "Well, the sword you picked came from a member of the battle squad, just like us." "Was the previous owner already dead?" "Yes, since a lightborn will never acknowledge a new owner if the real owner is still alive," He said as he continued walking, following the trails from where we came before. "Vander, perhaps are you a third type reborn?" He spouted out of nowhere. "Yes?" "Oh, as much as I figured. The shockwave your sword released earlier is not normal

Now that Caspian had four pieces, it was easy to refine the Sword Tomb. The illusory image of the Six Paths of Reincarnation Plate quickly solidified above Caspian. The mighty golden light instantly engulfed the Sword Tomb. In an instant, countless sword lights rose to the sky, as if they didn't want to surrender and stabbed Caspian. Caspian's expression did not change. He reached out and slapped forward. The light of the Six Paths of Reincarnation Plate suddenly became more intense, like golden water. With a wave, all the sword lights were smashed into pieces and exploded like a bright Milky Way.

He firmly holds the sword in his hand as his eye color deepens into its hue where he asks. “I shall meet, HIM.” Hearing his conviction as HE smiles in satisfaction to taking the piece of the king secured in the chess game HIS playing with Him. HE giggles in delight as HE whispers. “DEATH, REBIRTH, REINCARNATION, AND CHANCE. SHALL I LAY UNTO YOU THE REAAL DEAL OF THE SEVEN EXISTING WORLDS, WHERE THE ORIGINAL AND THE ROT OF ALL LIES TO WHAT I CALL,” SHINZO DIMENSION