Saints Sword Novels & Stories

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.

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.

Her step was light as she entered the carriage, followed by Killian. He shut the door firmly, as if severing the Saintess’s last tie to her agonizing holy life. ​The carriage began to move, its wheels crushing the fallen willow leaves. But in the distance, perched upon a high branch, a figure stood motionless. His silver-white cloak fluttered gently in the dawn wind, and his gloved hand gripped the hilt of his sword with white-knuckled intensity. ​Latvan, the Sword of the Great Temple, did not strike. He knew all too well that the monster’s mana was overflowing after consuming the holy blood. A chilling smile touched his lips as he spoke to the wind.

Cameo asked from behind me as I stepped into the air-conditioned space. I ignored him. My fingers drifted lazily over the weapons. Metal kissing my skin, while one name burned through my mind. Abel Roshid. “Sir?” “Cameo, do as I’ve said.” My voice cut in, cold and final. His heavy sigh followed, then the sound of the door closing behind him. When I was alone, I picked the flick blade with serrated edges. Unsheathed it and ran my thumb along the ridges, feeling every bite of it. A dark smile curled on my face.

Theo drag his body out of the stream to shore and laid back making the huffing sound. It was Theo first battle, and it was the hardest battle of all, and as well as Theo regret not bringing his sword, because it would be a little bit easy, with the black sword, over time during the practices, Theo notice that the black sword was too sharp, and feel regretted and thankful for the person who sold it without knowing anything.

In the end a short boy named Arturo won the bout by ring out. After them was Boro and Jun. The battle ended quickly, Boro won by KO in five moves, hitting Jun with the flat of his blade using a form of Boro's own creation, one that he called Sword Saints Dull Edge; it was a move to hurt, not kill.

Byleth’s breathing was battered as his eyes turned glassy. He was blinded, as though he was face to face with a terrifying beast in his mind’s eye. Taking a deep breath, he answered, “From what I’ve heard, the Saint’s deployed three superior class fourth-tier powerhouses… led by Ezra Sword. The Saint… he’s in it to win it.” “N-No way. F*ck no... Ezra Sword?!” Dick cried as he gasped for air. He leapt to his feet in disbelief.

"Battle raged on across the continent, until finally, Markelus faced off with Eon. He drove his sword to the tyrant's heart, and killed him. Henceforth he became known as the Godslayer, and his weapon, the-" "Sword of the Godslayer." Minos swung his arms sidewards, like a musician that just delivered a heartwarming ballad. "So you're not really after my father, you're after the sword." "Yes." "You could have just said that." "Where's the fun in that?" "The only one who had fun in this room was you." Cassana glanced at Rei, who gave her an affirmative nod. "I hope you're not planning to be a bard, because you are terrible at it."

If such a peerless sword was brought to the auction, it would definitely cause countless powerful forces to fight crazily for it, and in the end, it would be worth an unimaginable sky-high price. It seemed that 80% of what this kid David said is true. He might have gotten this sword from his master. The only people who could afford such a treasure were Saints. Alba looked at it, unconsciously wanting to reach out and touch the blade. However, David stopped her in time. “Miss Fellowes, this sword is very sharp, so you can't touch it,” David said. The Evil-Splitting Sword could cut everything in the world. If it was properly used, it could even kill a Saint.

Suddenly, he jumped into the air and yelled, "Boundless heaven and earth, universal Storm of Swords!" The weather immediately changed. The light from the Unsullied Sword grew multiple times brighter and produced countless sword illusions that danced around Xiao Chen. The tightly condensed sword lights bounced off the whiteness of the snow. The crowd below gasped in shock. The Storm of Swords was one of the most abstruse sword arts among the cultivation sects. A perfected spell could alarm even gods and ghosts in the world. It was capable of turning opponents into dust at once.