Robb Stark Sword Novels & Stories

one of the dark robe men said and he brandished his giant sword and immediately slash out into the direction of Alex. 'DANG!' a dang sound was heard as the sword struck something metallic but he soon noticed that his sword had already snapped into two. "Jejejejeje '' a strange cackle suddenly sounded in the dark space and a heart-wrenching scream was suddenly heard. "Ahhhhhhh, no-no-no, ahh…" one of the dark robe men suddenly let out a high roar and immediately his body began to corrode and melt away. The sight was so horrific that it sent a chill down everyone's spine.

In his hand, he gripped a lethal-looking sword, the blade pointed at a crumpled, bleeding figure that could only be Robert. My tormentor knelt before his Alpha, one hand clutching a knife while the other stopped the flow of blood from a savage wound in his gut. The other pack members had formed a loose ring around their two, their eyes locked on the fight unfolding before them. Even Mr. Blackwood observed from the shade of a broad umbrella. "Quit your moaning and fight me," James growled, advancing on the frozen Robert. "A real Alpha owns up to his mistakes." Robert spat a curse, glaring up at his cousin through bloodshot eyes. "You are the best swordsman in the entire world, but you are fig

Alister asked and stood up, he drew his sword and placed it next to the other sword on the table "Read its name..." Danté squinted at its Celtic encryption "Dragonsbane" "Does that name ring a bell to you?" "No?" "They are the swords of our forefathers, this belonged to Sir Lancelot, a knight of the round table" Danté chuckled "A Knight of Arthur? Did you steal this then?" "Did you steal yours?" "It was handed to me by the cross!"

My Mask was on. "If you're going to participate in the royal battles. Take this," said Jon, handing over a one-handed sword with a gold and blue scabbard. It had lightning-designed inscriptions into the gold. "My mother had given it to me. It's made out of mithril, so you shouldn't worry about it breaking. She said it was a sword fit for a king. Shadiàn." I rested my hand on the hilt and glanced down at it. I felt a little shameful knowing that this blade was going to be used for evil. Righteous evil.

"You've made the right decision, Avery. Now, come with me to the vampire kingdom, and rule by my side, along with our child." I gazed into his eyes, my heart pounding in my chest. But I had a secret, one that would change everything. I pulled out a sword, and with a swift motion, I cut a slit in my palm. The Dark Lord's eyes widened in surprise as I stabbed him in the chest with the sword. But it wasn't just any sword. The blood on its blade ignited, burning with a fierce, lava-like intensity. It was the dragon flames, the same power that Callista had given me. The Dark Lord's eyes went wide with shock and agony as he stumbled backwards, screaming in pain.

“This is a fine sword! It sure has remarkable craftsmanship!” Bruce exclaimed. Although the sword bore no special likeness, Bruce Starr could tell it was of divine make. As he inspected the blade, Bruce sent some of his energy into the weapon, hoping to test its power. In an instant, the blade roared, and almost immediately started to violently shake in his hand.

“Holy water, crucifix… and the whole shebang. Including a claymore.” Scott blinked. “Holy shit—you brought a sword?” Larkam nodded. “Not just a sword. Demonslayer.” “Demonslayer? You serious?” “Dead serious.” As the boat sped toward the island, Scott’s gaze dropped to the weapon. The claymore’s ornate hilt glinted in the sunlight—gold and bronze, etched with ancient runes. “What’s the story behind it?” he asked, eyes wide. Trish leaned forward from her seat, wind in her hair. “That sword belonged to Gabriel during the Crusades. The Gabriel.”

Seemed like they were waiting for a surprise to appear. Stark saw one of the rogue near them. He's the one who acted as guards of their little camp. He scattered his vision to the sorroundings and he didn't saw Ramses around them. He was his main target for launching an attack. He slowly sneeked in and with a snap of a finger, amount of crimson bloods pooled below the rogue's neck. Stark slashed it with his sharp claws. It stumbled on the ground and instantly died. He didn't even let out even one single soft noise. Stark attacked was vert precise and a smart move.

At the very least, it was way scarier than Weston's Holy Metallic Huge Sword. "For you," Lucas said to Weston. Weston was still sobbing and looked at Lucas. The sight of it gave him a shock. "This…" Weston was stunned when he saw the huge sword in Lucas' hand. "This is a sword made from the Starry Stone," Lucas said slowly. Weston took over the huge sword from Lucas' hand, with his hand trembling. In just a split second, he fell in love with it as that sword was much stronger than his Holy Metallic Huge Sword.

While others relied on the primal strength of their wolves, I had forged my reputation with blood and skill. It was with these weapons that I built the Rogue Dominion—a pack born from outcasts, deserters, and the feral, united under my iron rule. I approached the central rack, where my most trusted weapons awaited me. First, my sword—a masterpiece of black steel, its blade engraved with runes that glowed faintly in the dim light. The hilt was wrapped in dark leather, worn smooth from years of use. This blade had tasted the blood of countless foes and had never once failed me.