Rwby Swords Novels & Stories

Alien blades flashed before my eyes with a cold gleam, merged into incredibly fast strokes of descending death, and almost instantly reached their goal. Yarsi managed to exhale as he took the blows. The swords of the opponents were like crystal, translucent, glowing from within with a dull blue light. They seemed fragile, but none of them broke, but Yarsi's sword was cut in three places at the same time and crumbled to the ground with a slight clang.

Behind him floated five swords, Excalibur Family, Durendal, Gaia, Tyrfing and Harpe. "You only know that the 10 swords are incomparably sharp, but you don't know that the 10 swords have the bloodline of the Inuit. Only the Inuit can activate these 10 swords." Isaac laughed out loud. A black aura surged out from his entire body and covered Devin and his wife in an instant. The 2 of them then flew backwards. Seeing this scene, Herbert, Aldrich, the old guys from the Washington and Evans families attacked at the same time.

I replied, still chuckling at being found out. As he handed the sword back to me, I felt a swell of emotion in my chest. "Well, I named this black beauty Umbra because it carries a sense of mystery and darkness," I explained, feeling a newfound confidence in sharing my thoughts with him. "Meanwhile, I named the white one 'Dawn' because it represents light, hope, and new beginnings. Together, they create a compelling contrast, reflecting the dual nature of the swords and the balance between light and shadow. It's a fitting combination for two powerful and complementary weapons, isn't it?" I asked, eager for his approval. Father nodded, his eyes shining with pride. "A wonderful name indeed," h

Their capability to nonchalantly summon massive amounts of skeleton while seemingly not giving a damn about mana consumption made Ryuka feel afraid of them. (They’re dangerous. Really dangerous. There could be more of them here, but I can’t really tell. Whatever, I’ll just deal with them.) Ryuka gripped the handle of his sword. He transferred his astra into his sword as he held it beside him. Then he swung horizontally, unleashing a crescent shaped golden slash at the two figures. “Hm?” The liches hummed in shock at the same time, but also they sounded disinterested.

At this point all eyes were on the two than it happened everyone was left mouth open Celeas wings were finally out, unlike her father's black ones her were a silver gray probably the combination of his black ones and her mother's most likely withe onse she then picked her swords up from the ground and attack him, their fight was impossible to keep up with, the only thing they could see was a golden light looking like a falling star moving from one place to another " they are insane..." Salma the war was now only between Celea and her father while the others stood by and watched their fight, Draco than went up and picked Dereus up knowing Celea cared a lot about him he wanted to protect him,

Even if they would still respond if the master only used their energy. Rion's sword was named Zephyr. The 'gentle breeze', even though the attack was not anything gentle at all. It was always deadly, but with the minimum wound. This is how Rion could show a little compassion to those who fell as his enemies. A quick, merciful death.

He was just standing in the sunlight, and Ravi squinted as he saw something gleaming in the man's hand. Ravi focused his vision further to ensure that the object the man held wasn't what he thought it was. The man's hand moved, still gazing, and Ravi's eyes widened when he could see clearly. Ravi froze, subconsciously gripping Raymond's wrist tightly. He saw a shimmering sword smeared with red liquid that was undoubtedly blood. But it didn't end there. Ravi froze further without realizing it, tightening his hold on Raymond's wrist as he observed the man's wings, which were white and almost identical to Raymond's. The wings flapped, and he flew away somewhere.

When the burning sensation died, her glow also stopped. “Ryder, your left hand,” she said as she pointed at it. “Is that a sword?” Raeya asked. They inspected it. It had a handle but the blade was wavy and it was done in white color. “It’s a white crooked dagger,” Ryder concluded. His glow was gone as well. They looked at each other for a long time. “Ryder, where did you learn that gesture earlier? The one you said that you saw from the others?” She pointed to her hand.

All my prayer now is that he should not use any of his dark magic. Ryan held his blade more firmly, then swung at me again. Just like I suspected, he was swinging the blow with special forces, and he was whacking at me from side to side. Gradually, I felt my hand growing heavier, and it was difficult to block each blow. Even with the power of the nectar and my soul sword, I was growing weak. I was slow to block a blow and it sliced my ribs. Another painful moan escaped my lips as Ryan slashed me again before he finally kicked me in the chest.

I need my sword. Reaching behind my back, I feel the cool, smooth texture of my marking shift beneath my fingers. There’s a brief moment where the ink pulses, almost as if it’s alive, before it solidifies into the hilt of my sword. I draw it out, feeling the familiar weight settle into my hand. The blade hums with energy, a glowing blue that pulses in time with my heartbeat. This sword is mine, a part of me, born of my blood and soul. Athena’s gift, forged from my very essence.