Rise Of The Evil Sword God Novels & Stories

They want the kingdom for themselves. They started plotting on how to kill Zeus and Artemis but the only problem was that gods can't be killed with a mare weapon, they can only be killed by a sword called "Ancient Gladius" Ancient Gladius is not just an ordinary sword, It's a sword forged from the past souls of the dead gods. The sword was created by a sorcerer called " Adwen". Adwen created the Ancient Gladius during the first battle in the kingdom. The sword was used by the four gods' father to stop their enemies which were successful and after the battle, their father cast a spell on the sword and it vanished to where no one could find it.

the god of chaos said before whispering under his breath and conjuring a cloud. Drago frowned and sighed before raising his hands and sending thousands of lightning bolts over Alister's body. At that moment a heavy sword materialized in my hand, and the god of chaos looked at me. I knew that the sword was his and that he was giving me the proper instrument to slay my mother's murderer. I took a deep breath and descended into the earthen prison I had created, so I thought of the image that had stuck in my retina when I was a little girl just playing hide-and-seek.

“If my control over the sword wavered, the sword could turn against its master, and I could fall under the control of the sword.” He continued, “I don’t think the Blade Hero was the one who forged this weapon. He must have acquired it from someone else.” “He got it from God,” Tyr clarified. “Senior Belisarius once claimed that this sword was an Astra weapon. The weapon belonged to an ancient God.

"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."

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 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.

Balthazar shook his head, his mind still working out what he saw. "What?" I asked. "There was something else. The book just kept repeating a verse over and over again." "What was it?" "Something the shadows whispered right before Nesrin had released Dela. 'One shall rise, one shall fall. In a fight of fire and ice, a phoenix will be reborn.' It said it over and over again," I furrowed my brow. "You never mentioned it before." Balthazar shook his head. "It wasn't me they spoke to. It was Balor, and I thought it came true when your mother died, so we never talked about it."

He actually had a mind of coming back as he promised Aro, if not for the bad king that magically sent him into exile. THE WAR LORD He started as Goldsmith, when he was young, his father noticed his craftiness. And went to register him as an apprentice to Sokoti aka the heavens Goldsmith. The first to make a sword out of Sango's breath. At least that was the story we had. He was fast at learning, if not too fast, he broke his master's record by making a million swords in two days.

Sienna did not even blink, and she said expressionlessly, “Come. I’ll be standing here. You can beat me; it’d be better if you beat me to death.” Sienna’s father was the legendary God of War, who was a hero that once stood at the top of the world to defend his family and nation! It was not this eccentric scumbag who was blinded and could not even distinguish between right and wrong! He was not worthy! Sienna had riled Keegan, and his whip was about to fall. At this moment, a clear and low voice suddenly came from the door. This voice was attractive and pleasant, but it was also oppressive and sinister at the same time—

They had equine's soles instead of normal human limbs, long scarves like hijab, and a metal gauntlet in each hand. Taking a deep breath, I decided that it was time to stop hiding my power. It doesn't even matter if I kept reserving it; those assholes already know about me. Letting out a great guttural cry, "Soul sword," I yell. Before I could even take a step, my bow and arrow disappeared, then appeared again with the rune sword. Gathering all the strength in my leverage, I raised my sword high above my head, and I could feel the end of the sword nearly touching my back. "The Smith God of War," I said again, lowering the sword.