Novel & Cerita Saints Sword

The blade of the sword lit up with a bright stroke of light and managed to hit Strider, sending him gliding across the room. Their shouts echoed throughout the city. Lights flickered on as the residents were awoken by the terrifying howls. At the gates, the soldiers grew ill at ease and commenced an attack towards the army of undead Knights. "Alright everybody hurdle up, it's about time we joined in on the fun," Anato said to the others. IN THE CASTLE

" There must be a loophole, there is always one " " There may be one " " What is it ? " Celea asked exited to finally get to hear the answer to the question she always wanted to know " Your father's sword " " Do you mean the one he stabbed my father with ? " Celea asked referring to when the devil had stabbed her father right in front of her at the war " No, there is another one " " So where can I find it ? " " When the sun and moon will meet again, you will know the answer "

oh my god, this is crazy! "Can you handle them? There are so many of them!" I said restlessly, he smiled at me. "It's fine baby, no need to worry. Pierce and Luther will be with me." I was a bit relieved because of what Saint said. At least he has someone with him. "Is it hand combat? or with weapons?" Ask him. "Hand combat. I'll try my best to win, I can't lose, they can't take you from me." He said. I'm not really sure if Saint is good in hand combat, I don't see him fighting... but I trust him.

" Lies! You were there when he declared he will disown me if I lose the competition " " Are you aiming for the loser position in the first place? " I asked, stunning him. " You are Jasper Lawn. You are a prince of FFC. Love by the majority. You can't continue to lag and let Theo take the gold all the time. Show everyone what you are made of. Not just because...of your dad or something but because you are JL... does it for yourself " My words succeeded in putting JL at ease. I slowly walk to him and retrieve the knife from his fingers and he let me.

Her intense gaze, hardened by countless battles, was tempered by her unwavering loyalty to Somerland. To Elysia's left stood Gareth Swordbane, widely feared and respected as the Sword Demon. He was a tall, imposing figure, his eyes sharp and deadly. Known for wielding a blade with unparalleled mastery, Gareth’s skill in swordsmanship was legendary, his reputation as a ruthless opponent striking fear into the hearts of all who dared challenge him. His sword, an ancient blade etched with runic symbols, was strapped across his back, and his eyes held a piercing focus that spoke of countless battles fought and won.

but thankfully, the red was gone. I took a sigh of relief and straighten my back, wearing that black holy cassock over my shoulder and pure white collar around my neck; a symbol of my chastity from so many years, couldn't remember the exact date though...or year in my case. “ Father, the wolves have arrived"

The distinction was stark: wounds could be healed, but hearts pierced by the sacred weapons would not be revived. Eryndor, his chest heaving with exhaustion, gazed upon the carnage with a mix of awe and trepidation. His Shadowsting dagger, still trembling with the force of his final blow, seemed to whisper dark secrets in his ear. Jack Wolf, his Moonwhisper spear a glow with a soft, ethereal light, stood tall amidst the chaos. His eyes locked onto Eryndor, and a silent challenge issued between them. The arena, once a place of savage contest, had become a crucible for something greater. The true battle was far from over; in fact, it was only just beginning.

His wings crackled with lightning as he maximized his power output, revealing a long, translucent sword covered in green lightning from his sleeves. As he unveiled the sword, lightning burst forth in the air, unleashing an aura on par with Boltair. "This sword is called Heavenly Verdict, forged with green heavenly lightning beyond the ninth heavens. It is used in place of divine punishment," said Saint Dragon proudly. "It's my Hall's greatest treasure. I've used it to kill 17 powerful practitioners. You shall be the 18th." Logan seemed unfazed, swinging his sword again. The concentrated purple lightning made the blade appear black, cutting through the skies. It left a trail as though the voi

My eyes drifted to the ceiling, my mind already pulling back to the battlefield I had abandoned. The war is waiting for me, the blood, the chaos. It would be brutal. Relentless. But I had never lost a war before. And I wasn’t about to start now. Not when there was something far more important waiting for me at the end of it. ⸻ “Author’s Note Hi, readers I hope you’re enjoying No Saint here so far. If you’re loving the tension between Abaddon and Aurelia, then you should definitely check out their full story on GoodNovel.

for now. He strode to the weapon table. His fingers hovered over blades, picks, and knives until they closed around the whip. It wasn’t just any whip. It was one of Silvio’s special creations. A whip laced with thorned steel. He grabbed it, turned then struck them without warning.