Rwby Swords Novels & Stories

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.

Kyra's POV Mark's sharp eyes met my casual and smiling ones as he stood in a confident stance, holding his twin swords in each hand. Both swords were the opposite of each other; one was slender and only as wide as two fingers. It was also long, and its tip was as pointed as a nail's. The other one was thicker and wider, almost as wide as two adults' palms placed together. It was shorter, and the tip was blunt. Both weapons might seem different, but they complement each other quite well. The blunt one only makes use of raw strength and defense, while the other focuses more on speed and agility, making it good for offense and support.

She waved her right hand, sending the hair strands hurtling towards me. I vaulted backward, just as the rope vanished from my grasp. Swiftly, I drew both my hands to wield my pair of weapons – a road sabre slashing sword and a cutlass sword with a straight or slightly curved blade, sharpened to its keen edge. Memories of my childhood friend Apolo, a skilled swordsmith, flooded my mind. He had always favored this type of sword.

We were joined soon by Anthonier and Hilra who also appeared surprised at the sight. But while Xialara tried to check for a pulse in her neck and base of her thumb. Something else caught my eye. The ruby colored gem at the hilt of the sword was now a clear diamond. No sign of red. I picked it up by its blade and examined it under the moonlight to check for any cracks or possible leakages. There were none. The red color had just vanished. My blood was gone.

Boro and Mika stood in the sand circle as the two finalists. The animosity between the two was so thick in the air it was almost palpable. Boro stood in the ready form, Crane In The Water, standing perfectly balanced on one leg, his sword held out before him. Mika stood in a form that Boro didn't recognize. Boro prided himself on knowing all the forms of classical, and modern, sword art, the fact he didn't recognize this one was puzzling.

After flying past her for some distance, it came back, targeting at her neck this time. Feng Wu infused her Genuine Qi and spun her wrist. The Leimu Sword sent Bai Ruyi's ribbon back flying and turned around to slash at the saber. Her sword was a divine weapon. As long as it managed to touch the saber, it could halve it. However, the boomerang saber actually slid away from the sword's blade. In the meanwhile, the other one rushed toward Feng Wu's chest.

The brother’s eyes flared with a golden, eerie radiance, so bright it seemed to hollow out his expression, leaving only wrath made visible. His voice rumbled through the fractured air, cold and divine. “You forced my hand, mortal… this next strike will be your end.” He stretched out his palm. Light gathered—first a spark, then a stream, then an overwhelming torrent. In a blink, a broad sword materialised in his grip, forged from blinding white and molten gold. Golden edges shimmered like heated metal meeting sunlight, while the white blade pulsed with interwoven golden runes that looked alive, crawling beneath the surface like veins. The hilt was short—not built for leverage, but for gods wh

He waved, and several sword rays swept across the area. The Scarlet Harbinger intended to destroy Adrian in one move, but now, his heart sank. Another sword had appeared before Adrian. It was the Frost Crystal Divine Sword! With both the Monster Slayer Blade and the Frost Crystal Divine Sword, Adrian attacked. "How…” The Scarlet Harbinger was astonished, his eyes filled with undisguised anger. The others present were also shocked. However, compared to the Scarlet Harbinger, they had the advantage that Adrian would not turn his swords on them. After all, they were his teammates.

pleaded Brandon, his voice full of warning. Rachel looked into Brandon's eyes that were burning with anger, then she nodded slowly. She didn't know what was going on, but from the sounds of it, there seemed to be a big commotion outside. Rachel tried not to think too far ahead, but she guessed that this had something to do with Kennedy. She pinned her hands together and looked at Brandon who was gallantly preparing himself. Brandon was holding a silver sword with gold plating on the hilt that had intricate carvings. It seemed to glisten in the moonlight when Brandon moved it.

They appeared harmless, but the sheer density of water-elemental energy emanating from them was enough to instill dread. The red swords, infused with the Burning Sky Technique, glowed intensely. The edges of the flames had turned blue, indicating that the heat had reached terrifying levels. The yellow swords crackled with lightning, emitting arcs of electricity that danced along their surfaces, hissing with raw power. With a single wave of his right hand, Chase unleashed an attack. The 12 flying swords remained in place, but from them, countless waves of sword energy erupted and streaked toward the Two-Headed Giant Python like a storm of falling rain.