Rise Of Evil Sword God Novels & Stories

Ding Hao's eyes showed a happy smile as he stood opposite to them. He just took a try and saw if the Rusted Sword could subdue the divine sword Sky Attack. Once there was a strange phenomenon that all swords were worshipping one when he activated the Rusted Sword. Countless swords were trembling and ringing. They were all worshipping the Rusted Sword. The rusted sword seemed to have a natural power that could restrain all swords. Unexpectedly, this attempt was successful. The divine sword Sky Attack didn't even dare to struggle. The spiritual intent and the entity of divine awareness inside were instantly subdued and eliminated.

Her intense gaze, hardened by countless battles, was tempered by her unwavering loyalty to Somerland. To Elysia's left stood Gareth Swordbane, widely feared and respected as the Sword Demon. He was a tall, imposing figure, his eyes sharp and deadly. Known for wielding a blade with unparalleled mastery, Gareth’s skill in swordsmanship was legendary, his reputation as a ruthless opponent striking fear into the hearts of all who dared challenge him. His sword, an ancient blade etched with runic symbols, was strapped across his back, and his eyes held a piercing focus that spoke of countless battles fought and won.

Once I was close enough one of my hands shot out and grasped his wing, while the other brought my sword down on it, finishing what Verity started. Baraqiel roared in anger and pain as his wing was removed, the blood spurting from the arteries that fed it like fountains. He staggered backwards as I tossed his mangled wing to the side, readying myself for what was to come. My hand gripping my sword tightly I tracked Baraqiel as he charged me, too blinded by rage, his sword raised. I knew I would once again have to take a blow to deal one, and I grit my teeth preparing for the pain. His sword connected with my body, piercing my lower abdomen and I screeched in pain. However, my plan was in act

The children also followed because their parents wanted the four to survive. Back to Ares, the god of war took out a golden sword from his hand, and the sword flashed fiercely. Along with a flash of thunder that continues to be a momentary light because the sun is being devoured by dark clouds. He dashed towards Morgan and swung the blade towards Morgan's arm which was quickly repelled by an invisible force. The golden sword almost flew out of his hand if it weren't for a god holding the sword. The flow of blood in Ares's body was racing faster, anger had blinded his senses. Then he swung the origin of the sword at any immortals around him. The creatures died instantly.

James said. He grinned at Gary's grim expression and then continued, "Riley's father ... that William Mackenzie is the most powerful god of war ever. So, how could someone like Evan De Kruk whose name I don't even remember be able to defeat Riley?"

His back was turned to me. “This is the sword of life.” He raised a saber in the air. My heart sank. ‘He is not gonna use that on me, he?’ “Let us all call up the name Shila as I place this into her and destroy the evil being with her.” The Lycans nodded, devotedly. He bowed to them then he walked up to me and he bowed to me. “Please don't. Please I beg you. It's not working. I'm not then woman you are looking for. I'm not your god.”

***This is Book Six of the Elemental Dragon series. References will be made to events that happened in previous books without being fully explained here. While this book can be read as a standalone, it is recommended that you read the series, starting with The Arena.*** Every time I’m called to rise, I choose a human who is worthy. One whose heart is pure. One who is kind and loving. One who values the lives of others and is willing to give their lives to protect those around them. It has to be a human with these attributes because, while I always rise again, my humans do not.

she stated. Layla stared blankly. “So what does this mean? I'm a child of a god?” Thalia nodded her head slowly. “It would seem a very ancient one. One that was here before many of our parents were. One of the cosmos and beginnings.” “I don't understand.” “Then to put simply. I believe that you are someone that the gods will grow to fear. Because your power is constant. It is raw and it is dangerous. It can be used with them and for them…or against them.”

Her father continued, “They say the War God is mighty and powerful in a way most people will never understand. No one dares speak when he says no. No one even coughs or breathes wrong in his presence. It’s said he fought bravely in the last war. — In all of this, here is the part you need to hear — he needs you just as much as you need him.” That is the only way your destiny ends differently from your mother's. From your grandmother's." He paused. "Take the position. Climb from there. The higher you go, the closer you get to his world. He is the only one capable of helping you carry what you were born carrying. I don't want to lose you." Elena's jaw tightened. His words had found something r

The final battle of Valenfort began. Evelyn charged. Each slash tore through the air, tearing the air apart. The Blood Sword collided with the steel wings, blood and light merging into one. The Seraphim fell, disintegrating into dust, but immediately, from that blood, new beings rose, those Lucien had created from Valenfort’s sins. She understood: he was no longer in control. He was becoming the true Blood Emperor, the one the Sanctuary Gate had sealed away for thousands of years. A slash pierced her shoulder, but Evelyn did not stop. She stabbed the Blood Sword into the ground, creating a red aura, covering the entire square. Her blood mixed with the earth, seeping into every crack, and fro