Saints Sword Novels & Stories

BLADE 3. Pain. It was all I felt when I shot my eyes opened. I felt so sore and tired. The memories of how Lorenzo plunged deeper into me last night filled my mind. He was so cruel to me. I didn't find any enjoyment in it at all. I tried lifting my hands and I was happy It was back to functioning. My tit hurts too as a result of the sucking he did last night.

He said. "It seems like the best idea right now but I know my brother, he isn't trustworthy." "From what I know and have heard about Blade, i'm pretty sure that he is a man of his word. If he makes an oath, I'm sure he wouldn't break it." "I know that, Harry and i've even tried to make him swear on it but he now claims to be Christian and sees swearing as 'ungodly'." Harrison's mouth quivered for some seconds and after he burst out into laughter. "You've got to be kidding! If Blade Ferguson is Christian, then I'm the pope."

He reached out and tapped the map, selecting the "Admiring Immortals State." In the instrument cultivator profession, he chose the most popular sub-profession: sword cultivator! Sword cultivators had the highest single-target damage, making them the most suitable for one-on-one combat and soloing bosses. Sebastian aimed to become the world's number one, which meant he would inevitably face numerous challenges in the future, including open confrontations, covert attacks, assassinations, and more.

Eileen saw that and called out again, "Infernal Blade!" The hundred swords multiplied into a thousand swords, hovering around Suelyn. There was a spirit energy connection between each sword, turning them into a prison of swords. The Infernal Blade attacked, and a thousand swords slashed and stabbed Suelyn at various angles. At last, they were able to stop Suelyn from moving closer to Eileen. Constantine took the opportunity to let out a cry, his holy light attacks increasing in speed and power as well. Suelyn was starting to be annoyed by the endless attacks. She let out a furious roar, and the blood lake began to bubble.

I straighten, wipe my palms on my jeans, and face the targets again. “Alright,” Liam says, “let’s try something with precision. No explosions.” I lift my hand, focusing on the rune he showed me earlier, a binding sigil meant to immobilize, not destroy. Vinctus. A thin ribbon of blue light shoots from my fingertips, wrapping around a moving target and freezing it mid‑air. I gasp. “I did it!” Liam smiles. “Good. Again.” I do it again. And again. Each time the ribbon grows steadier, cleaner, sharper. Grace hands me another potion, this one a shimmering gold. “This enhances reflexes. You’ll need it for defensive spells.”

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.

I said coldly, "Winona, I never realized you were such a saint. You're willing to offer yourself up just to fulfill someone's wish? So, if any random person asked you to sleep with them, you'd do that too?" "Of course not!" she shot back without hesitation. I laughed bitterly. "So, Julian's special to you then. You never got over him these past five years, right?" Winona shouted, "I already told you it was only to make sure he didn't leave this world with regrets. Why are you being so petty about this? Besides, I showed up to the wedding on time today, didn't I? What more do you want from me?"

Exactly as seen earlier in the castle. The sword. “What does that one do?” I asked, pointing to it. “It drinks blood. For anyone it kills, their blood is stored in the blade. You would try to always have a clothing between you and the hilt” That did not sound more beneficial than fairy dust. “So how useful would it be to protect me?” With only a smile, “very” Time to close the deal. “I have one silver coin” playing with the coins against my fingers. “Make it three and we have a deal”

They rest for a moment and left. Catherine went to the nearest pond and started practicing with the wooden sword. Hikaru saw her, he was carrying Destiny’s sword. He don’t know what is he feeling towards her. His heart was beating so fast and that time seems very slow when he's around her. He went closer to her. "You are doing well. Destiny would be glad if you practice with this.” Hikaru gave Catherine the sword Destiny has left. Catherine was surprised seeing the sword again. He holds the wooden sword and she was staring at the sword Hikaru handed.

Swoosh! Several beams of sword light ripped through the air. Every beam of sword light meant the death of a saint-level mercenary. Although the saint-level mercenaries had gained the upper hand, six or seven of them died in an instant before they could react. The beams of silver sword light destroyed everything wherever they passed. Even the defense of the saint-level mercenaries was as fragile as a piece of paper in front of these beams. "Bang! Bang! Bang!" The saint-level mercenaries exploded like watermelons smashed by a giant hammer, and blood and bones fell from the sky.