Sacrificial Sword Novels & Stories

Her ragged sobs and the frantic pace of her heart were a frantic, helpless drumbeat against the chaos. My jaw set, a grim determination taking hold. I circled the man, and he withdrew a blade. My blood ran cold. It wasn’t just any knife. The hilt was a miniature faerie-troll skull, the shaft black and patterned like snake scales. The curved, ivory-white blade was tainted with something dark at the edges. A ceremonial sacrificial dagger. I’d seen it in ancient texts, artifacts of a forgotten, brutal age. What the hell was a weapon like that doing here? In her memory?

"Your Majesty," the scarred man bowed. "Victory is ours once more. May you live long—" "Get to the point," the beauty on the throne cut the man off, his deep alluring voice making Dua's skin tingle. "Yes, Your Majesty," the man responded with another bow. "Right here..." he gestured towards Dua, "... is the one thing we've been searching for." "She has the sacred mark too," he added. Dua spiraled into confusion. They had mentioned the sacred mark again. What mark?

He knew that persuading Lily Moon was futile, so he shifted his attention to Sebastian. "Junior Brother Sebastian, it's good that you want to help Junior Sister. I appreciate it, but unfortunately, your cultivation is still shallow. If you go, you won't be of any help to Junior Sister; instead, you might cause trouble. It's better to consider it carefully." At this point, Alexander waved his hand, and a green sword appeared in his hand. "This sword is called the Pure Yang Meridian Sword, a mysterious-grade treasure sword that I used when I built the foundation. As long as Junior Brother Sebastian promises not to cause trouble, I will give this sword to you."

"I have a very important matter that needs to be discussed with you" " What is it? ". " They know about the swords".She turned to me. "Who knows about the sword and how and there are two? ". "I can not tell you who they are. With time you will get to know. Yes there are two. The Sword of Sacrifice is the other one. One of your enemy's ancestors used to work for me. One of them deceived me so I banned them from coming on my land. If their ancestors had not served me so long I would have removed their existence by now" She was fuming by now as if remembering the incident has made her blood boil. She composed herself .

the middle-aged scholar sneered and shouted, "Everyone, go all out and beat him. There's no need to hold back anymore." Before he finished speaking— Fifteen balls of light appeared in their hands, bursting with silver sword light, which was the same as the silver sword ball in the hand of the hunchbacked old man. They obviously belonged to some kind of sharp Precious Weapon. As soon as the sword ball appeared, the sky was immediately filled with misty sword light. Like wisps of silver light, they cut the whole space into irregular fragments.

It slammed into Quintan’s waiting hand just in time. There was a single, deafening CLANG—a roar of metal that echoed across the entire mountain range. The brother’s divine sword, blessed by a Seraphim itself, met Quintan’s dull, worn, almost pathetic-looking blade… and failed to break it. Shock flooded the brother’s mind. Impossible. This blade was forged from celestial materials… it was gifted by the Seraphim… it is meant to cut anything in the mortal realm. Anything. Yet—

Its voice was softer, a thread of mourning through the fabric of the night. “Sacrifice has always been the price. What do you offer this time?” Elara hesitated — and in that pause, the wind returned. She drew her dagger, not at Kael, not at Vesper, but toward her own palm. The blade kissed flesh, and blood welled up, vibrant and red in the eerie half-light. “A soul once promised,” she whispered. “Mine. From the moment I was born beneath the eclipse.” The air pulsed. The creatures shimmered.

"Remember, don't get even a scratch, or Gabe will have ten kinds of fits, and we don't want that." "I know, I know, you've both told me a hundred times. Stop worrying. With all the stuff you had me wear, I doubt even a sword could get close enough to cut." I said it jokingly, but it wasn't that far from the truth. They were acting like I was going off to war.

The crowd could feel that the heat and cold had collided while looking at the swords on the stage. “Let me introduce to you the Blaze Wild Sword and the Deadly Glaze Sword. Blaze Wild Sword is a must be suggested for the people who had fire attributes and were accustomed to fire. The Deadly Glaze Sword is for the people who had Ice attributes. These swords are made by a Grade 5 Novice Armament Master.” Lark Oz said while showing them the swords that Luna had made.

The man with the long sword ran to him as quickly as he could and was forcing his sword to stab the neck of the man in front of him. Lixien stepped up and took the sword he was resolute in holding using her power and she held it blade with her index finger and middle finger. The sword shook and the blade crumbled into pieces. Suddenly, in the middle of the commotion, the soldiers who didn’t sense her presence, kneeled and shouted. “May you live in longevity and may the god bless you, Your Majesty; the Empress.”