Rin's Sword Ao No Exorcist Novels & Stories

My sight landed on the blessed sword not far away Zen, it was laying flat cold on the ground just like its holder. "Over there, are you still there?" I asked as I stood up and walked over to the blessed sword. It too a few second before Droon answered, "un... I'm still alive..." I just ignored the slight displeased in his voice. I bent down and reached for the sword. "Can you heal him? We need to get out of here now. I don't want another headache from those Gardeners." I muttered as I raised the blessed sword. Droon snorted, "What do you want… me to do?… Heal someone?… did you fry your… brain Rin?" he asked in a tone of displeasure and I could almost see him rolling his eyes.

Crimson exclaimed. He chuckled mischievously. "Even the Moon goddess can't miraculously replace your sleeping soldiers with strong ones, just know that even her, won't help you this time around." He said. Crimson removed her sword. "I inherited this sword from.mu ancestors, and they can't wait to have your blood all over it, Attack!" Crimson yelled. Her soldiers matched into the Battle line and they clashed together with Alpha Zaid's soldiers. They shot hundreds of arrows at Crimson's soldier's, they protected themselves with an armor shirt while it hit on some of them.

"Looks like Alexis and Reinhard have started the party outside. Should we start too?" Ginny gave one of the two swords she was holding to Damien. One was Damien's sword, and the other was Ginny's. A mystical sword whose level of power was on par with Reinhard's dagger. The sword Ginny was holding was the same length as her own height when it was in a standing position. The fairly long sword looked difficult to move, but Ginny swung it with ease even with both hands. "Ladies ... looks like tonight is your last night. I'm sorry, but neither of you two will live after this." Damien said signaling the battle between himself and Ginny, with the two noble-class vampires who are part of the Three G

Its formidable presence serves as a reminder of his role as a prince and protector. To Tritan's left, Finrir gracefully hovers, his pack adorned with a sheathed long Viking sword. If his lethality is needed, the sword becomes an extension of his skills, a weapon to be unsheathed with precision and deadly intent. Crafted with intricate engravings and a polished edge, the sword reflects the strength and resilience that Finrir embodies. It is a weapon that strikes fear into the hearts of their enemies, poised to be wielded when the situation demands it.

Vai glimpsed to his distant bedroom with Lixien and answered Rin. “That someone must be someone who have power within our bedroom. Why? Have you found the one who did it?” Rin stood up easily and wiped the sweat from his forehead. Swinging his sword from right to left, he moved his foot forward and stared at Vai who was already in the air, preparing to hit his head but Rin went to the left and faced Vai’s back. Vai turned his body to him and hit his sword. Their swords clang with each other and Rin gritted his teeth, wanting to defeat Vai.

*Stab* *grip* To be accurate, there are three people present. Another person is holding the sword behind the hapless intelligent woman, aiming to stab Ravyn along with her. However, the sword misses its target and thrusts into the ground instead. Without wasting any time, Ravyn grabs hold of the attacker's hand that grips the hilt of the sword, preventing them from pulling it out. The force behind Ravyn's grip, covered in a fluctuating gray aura, is so powerful that the opponent cannot move her arm. But then the purple-haired girl quickly withdrew her hand. *Schhhh...* *Clang!*

’ everybody assumed impatiently. Tension of the crowd was aroused in alarm, their hearts raced with unwelcoming anticipation. Finally, a figure emerged from the huge waves as a victor, the sword of Eryndor– Eryndor, exhausted but triumphant, his Conch shell still clutched in his hand.

He fought them like ants and I almost rolled my eyes at how powerful this guy is. "I got them ready." I walked over to the moon goddess and she lifted the obstruction and nodded. "Place your sword Aiden!" She ordered. "What? This is what I'm using to fight!" I spat out. "Get another! Your sword is going to be used as a symbol for the bones to be crushed from the root of where they came from. Once the ritual is done Aiden, this sword will be used to cut just a Hyde and they will all fall and be crushed to dust.

ROARR… The creature roared as the sword was pulled from its tail. "Calm down, Aego. It's just a small thorn," said Aiden as he smirked. He then looked at the bloodstained sword in his hand. "Arion D-Panther, you are not the only one who can be this sadistic, but so can I." Aiden turned to the woman behind him. She had hair as yellow as ash in autumn, and eyes as green as emeralds. The woman was Princess Guen. She came with several soldiers who brought dozens of children and women.

His claws tore up tufts of soil and kicked them around him, and he shook his wings, flicking them out in a display of aggression, only stilling when Diandreliera approached his side, running her hand along his forequarter. The Princess Diandreliera mounted, settling between the ridges on his back, and they paused for a moment whilst she drew the sword Rivyn had bequeathed her. Intuin Desparen gleamed in the sunlight, the magic in the sword ensuring it was seen by the army, which roared in response. She sheathed it and clutched the ridge before her as Aurien leapt into the air, his powerful wings sweeping and raising dust as he worked his way into the sky. “A majestic sight,” Narayan observed