Saints Sword Novels & Stories

Silver Swordsmen can project their Battle Force onto their weapons and cause them to discharge different types of sword sparkles, with the length of the gleam demonstrating the Star position of the fighter. With respect to Gold Swordsmen, they can accumulate their Battle Force to execute went assaults. Past that was the degree of Blademasters, who could project their Battle Force onto anything from blossoms to pieces of turf and use them as invulnerable heavenly weapons to annihilate their adversaries. Sword Saints, be that as it may, were more similar to legends. Not much was been aware of them, however it was said that they can use something in accordance with a "space". There were somewhe

Lenora says to Bronx. “She has something relevant to say?” Saint’s gravely voice takes over. Her eyes turn black and Justice sneers at Bronx. “I’ll handle the sword, fleabag. You know this is my Guardian spirit’s specialty.” “All too well, but Lenora needs to learn too.” Saint stands up and growls. “Whoa whoa whoa.” I jump in front of him. “Knock it off, bro.” Saint looks at me with a sneer and reluctantly sits back down. “Wooden sword with Arnie first.”

I was weak. Stefan stepped forward, walking slowly to me with his eyes fixedly on me. I shivered when I saw him draw out the sword from its sheath. My eyes grew wide when I remembered the sword he was holding, Goujian. It was a sword made to kill the evil angels in the myth. If Gerret found this sword, it means he must have gone through a lot to find it. "Very smart. Young girls of your age do not know this sword, I hope you know how dangerous it is." Gerret said, I ignored him and focused on Stefan. Determinedly he had completely blocked me off.

He turned his sword at the demon, and half of its body flew out, and so much of its intestines fell onto the ground. Julius's fellow knights knew the bravery of his swordsmanship and how much strength he carried with him. A few other demons started charging after him and his comrades; some of them faced the young swordsman by himself as the others went for the knights. Because the swords were dipped with salt and mostly crafted by silver, the knights could kill all the demons that stood in their way. The knights had no scars or cuts on their bodies after defeating the small group of demons. Julius swings his sword with so much anger and fury against all of his opponents because he despised t

- They nodded. "Good! Then I'll tell you a bit more about them." - He smiled at them, but unknown for everyone he was analyzing them quite meticulously. "There are 4 'Holy Swords' that were created by my father. Among them Caliburn is with Arthur Pendragon, a sword so powerful it's capable of breaking space, due to that same trait its the sharpest, and strongest." - He started to explain. "Durandal, is a sword that is the embodiment of power and destruction. It's said that the sword at its max is capable of cutting any defense. The current wielder is Xenovia." - At the mention of that name, everyone was surprised.

It is rumoured that the dragon sword's aura eliminates the regeneration of beings . " T-This... What are you doing? Kill her already!" Scarlett shouted, impatiently. Her nervousness overjoyed me to kill more of her remaining knights. I unsheathed another sword which was called Soul reaper. The mysterious sword that Drystan gave me before going into the battlefield. " Thanks to him, I can wipe out even the souls of these pathetic blood suckers," I cursed, slashing off the last black hood knight's head. His soul evaporated leaving only the dust of ashes.

My mother was all I had in this cruel world, I needed to protect her. ✧༺♥༻∞ "And do you swear on your life to protect the famiglia through death and despair, through blood and ash? through failure and success?" My father croaked, holding the blade between his two hands. I watched as it shone sunlight against it as he twirled it around. I kept my eyes narrow, standing completely stoic. "On my blood, I swear." I sighed, eyes caught on the blade. I examined the carved wooden handle, an intricate pattern that almost resembled lace.

I stood there, unable to respond as the cool air bit against my bare skin. Salvatore’s men were in the back but I could feel their eyes burning into me. No doubt they looked on in utter mockery of my humiliation. My jaw tightened. I wanted to scream, to fight, to do something—but all I could do was stand there, chest heaving, while the devil loomed over me. He didn’t stop until my shirt was hanging in tatters on my shoulders. Even then, he pulled the remains off, leaving me bare and vulnerable. I fought the tears that threatened to spill over, putting my hands on my chest like they could shield me from this desecration.

Suddenly, Hera sprinted toward me, shrieking, "No! Stay away from him!" I had never seen her like this. She seized the blade with her bare hand and stepped in front of me, using her own body as a shield. The dagger pierced her chest with ease and drove straight through her heart. Agony seized her, and she went rigid. Then she smiled at me. "You mad bitch!" I roared. "Fuck! Byleth, kill them! Kill them all!" Byleth stood frozen for a heartbeat. Then she pulled herself together and struck Renault down in a single blow. She charged through the door and began slaughtering everyone inside.

With a swift dodge and counter, Alexander targeted Harold's wrist, seizing the opportunity to reclaim his sword. Using a sword against Alexander was like flaunting skill before a master. Possessing the sword equated to wielding power in the presence of a revered figure. "Trying to kill me with the Alexa Sword? I'm afraid you'll be disappointed." Harold struggled to steady his sword, making his intent seem futile. "What's so special about that sword? Seems more like a liability to me." Unwilling to concede defeat, Harold swapped his sword for two ancient round shields, treasures of the Fang Saint Temple.