Rise Of Evil Sword God Novels & Stories

“I did not dream this up, right? That was the Saint’s voice, right? Right?!” “It’s gotta be, man! I mean, Ezra is kneeling! Who else under the sun could possibly make Ezra f**king Sword kneel?!” “It’s the Saint! The epitome of the tip of human evolution! I heard that even Ares can’t beat him—Ares! And now he’s here! God, this is just nightmare stuff!” “Yes! I can’t even tell where his voice is coming from. It feels like it’s from goddamned everywhere! This is just creepy.”

With the title of Sword Master, one could be a personal bodyguard, a leader, or some form of commander, of a force of soldiers, they could train men-at-arms or, in the case of Boro's teachers, future master swordsmen. As a young boy Boro had always wanted to be apprenticed by his father, who was considered the greatest swordsman in the last hundred years. But his fabled defeat at Haliax, where the False King Rohku had made his last stand, had robbed his father of his life and his legend. His father was all but certain to crush the last of the False King's army and bring the man's head to the capital. However, something went astray and Boro's father and all the men he had led were killed. Sto

He is so happy because he will finally be able to escape this chaotic world and they will be able to fulfill the simple dream of Akira and his as a normal couple. When he arrived at the condo, he immediately took a shower first to be able to clean and to make sure if he hadn't been scratched before. As the water flows through his body you can see the blood of his victims clinging to him gradually flowing into the sink. Azrael’s body is full of scars from his wounds from his previous missions and on his back is a large tattoo— “Deus Mortis” which in Latin means “God of death” is what the organization called him because of the number of impossible missions he has accomplished.

I would have achieved so much, and most importantly, my parents would still be alive. How I wished I hadn't given up so much for him. “Piiiiiiiiii...!” I suddenly heard the sound of an approaching car. Slowly, I turned to my left, but it was too late because the next second, I was lying in a pool of my own blood, alone on the deserted road. Finally... I'm going to die and leave this wicked world behind. Am I seeing double? Why am I seeing the stars and the moon when it's raining?

"Battle raged on across the continent, until finally, Markelus faced off with Eon. He drove his sword to the tyrant's heart, and killed him. Henceforth he became known as the Godslayer, and his weapon, the-" "Sword of the Godslayer." Minos swung his arms sidewards, like a musician that just delivered a heartwarming ballad. "So you're not really after my father, you're after the sword." "Yes." "You could have just said that." "Where's the fun in that?" "The only one who had fun in this room was you." Cassana glanced at Rei, who gave her an affirmative nod. "I hope you're not planning to be a bard, because you are terrible at it."

Roar! Suddenly, the rest of the sword radiance gathered together and evolved into a sword giant. It was so aggressive that both the sword radiance and the Sword God were far inferior to it. The Sword Giant was not only powerful, but also had a familiar aura. "Young Master Desperate?" The giant seemed to have the same origin as Young Master Desperate, which made Caspian feel familiar. The Sword Giant locked onto Caspian with extreme anger. Although it was not Young Master Desperate, the whirlpool was ultimately evolved from the heart of Young Master Desperate, mixed with his emotions.

The air itself trembled as the god turned his full attention upon him. "You defy me?" Elior struggled to rise, his body aching from the force of the blast. He tightened his grip on his sword. "I do." The god regarded him for a moment, then laughed, a terrible sound, like a world collapsing. "Then you shall be the first to fall." The battlefield trembled as Erythos raised a clawed hand. Darkness coalesced into a spear of pure entropy, its edges fraying the fabric of existence itself. He hurled it toward Elior with lethal intent.

I scream, swinging my weapons again in an attempt to connect with his dark flesh. “Not this time Aodh. You will not have her!” Kellen shouts coming in and laying a fast attack on the god. The deathly and ugly god cackles, stepping back from our attacks. To our horror two more arms unfold from under his armor. They too produce swords like magic. “Fuck,” I hear Kellen gasp, “This did not happen before.” The astonished tone of his voice only mirrored my thoughts as I watched the underworld god twist and rotate his swords, advancing toward us.

Then: "I've waited ten thousand years." Silence. Then: "Allow me this moment." The light exploded. BOOOOOOOOM! The center of the garden vanished beneath a sea of brilliance. Nobody could see. Nobody could hear. Reality itself bent around the power being born. Then suddenly— everything became still. Silence. Absolute silence. Then the light faded. Slowly. Carefully. And something stood at the center. A sword. God. No. Fair. Absolutely not. Reasonable honestly. A simple sword.

Outside, the sound of explosions grew closer. A storm of spicerermony energy crashed against the cave walls. He rose slowly, staring at the sword in his hand. “Father…” his voice cracked. The sword trembled, as if responding, not with words, but with a soft warmth, a comforting heat like Arion’s last touch. Rayden raised the sword high. Red and gold aura swirled around him, forming a vortex of fire. His eyes had completely changed, no longer human with amber irises, not even divine.