Sealed Sword Novels & Stories

It was as if a frozen barrier had formed between us, making it clear that our bond was strained and fragile. He deftly drew his rapier sword from its scabbard, the metal gleaming in the dim light. The slender and elegant blade reflected a polished sheen, its sharp point poised and ready for action. The hilt, adorned with intricate engravings, fit snugly in his hand, offering a firm and comfortable grip. The crossguard, adorned with ornate designs, added a touch of sophistication to the weapon's overall appearance. As he brandished the rapier, its presence commanded attention, exuding an air of deadly precision and finesse. "Try not to get hit by the blade," he said as he cracked his head fro

the councilman ordered, his voice echoing across the grounds. I approached the table, scanning the blades laid out. They all looked heavy, intimidating. My hand trembled as I reached for the bronze sword. The moment I gripped it, I could feel its weight pulling me down. The tip sank into the sand, and I struggled to keep it upright. Selene reached for the silver sword, lifting it with ease. She looked at me, her lips curling into a smirk. She wasn’t just confident, she was certain of her victory.

Their focus is razor-sharp, the tension palpable. Kayden pulls on his leather chest plate, cinching the laces with meticulous care. Jayden, in turn, sharpens a broadsword, each stroke a whisper promising vengeance. As for me, I tighten the straps of my lightweight armour, feeling the cool touch of metal against my skin, a comforting shield against the storm of emotions raging within me.

Next Chapter >> “Hailey, is there anything you’d like to say in your defense?” one of the elders of the delegation urged. I nod my head in negative dumbfounded. “Bring in the sword” A guard steps in holding a long box nesting in its middle a sword the blade polished smoothly, reflecting the moon it is decorated beautifully stoned with blue diamonds gleaming underneath the moon. Jaden picks up the sword with shaking hands using both hands to grip it steady. The night wind wraps around me coldly, the large space strangling me with each forced step he takes, making my heart skip.

They are usually paired with shields. The system selection disappeared once Zen selected the short sword. It fitted nicely in his hands, and Zen was unsure if it was normally wielded with one or two hands. It was light enough to be held in one hand, but it still felt heavy to Zen after swinging it a few times. Anything in that sword selection would be heavier than a kitchen knife to him. Hence, the young chef wielded the short sword with both hands instead.

she said. Lukas went to the weapons and grabbed out of the air with both hands. "I told you we're going to find you your weapons, right?" he said, grinning. "And here it is." He gave a sheathed sword to Marjien. The sheath was plain white, except for the part where the hilt met the edge of the sheath. The hilt was wrapped in a golden leather and there were chains at the handle. Marjien took hold of the hilt and pulled the blade out. The blade was silver and double-edged. It was sharp, and very new.

Up until this point, even though he knew that she'd once tried to leave him in a foreign country to fend off for himself, he's still thought about her safety. And that send a stab of pain and regret right through her. Still smiling, Navea took a slim blade from the folds of her dress. The motion produced a sharp swish, the cartoonish sound effect movies use on swordfights, except that it was nowhere near close to cartoonish now. The blade itself was about a foot long, with a carved golden handle and a pointed black blade. She examined it in the moonlight, running her fingers along the intricate carvings. When she noticed Kat looking at it, she laughed and said, "You like this, Katalina? This

Swish! Koehler brandished Excalibur. The sword radiated a golden light like a miniature sun. Holding Excalibur in his hand, Koehler was now a completely different man. Now, he seemed to be a god who had descended into the human realm, viewing its subjects as puny, insignificant creatures.

She faintly felt that the sword was slowly getting her powers and she smirked at how cunning the sword is. She pointed at the sword and giggled. She didn’t expect the sword to be that shameless. “Leen, have you seen a shameless sword before?” The sword flinched and Lixien curved up her lips. The sword can even understand what she says. Leen blinked her eyes and tilted her head. ‘How can a sword be shameless?’ There was also a rumor that the sword has a guardian who wears a white customized clothes. What can that mean except that the sword is a man itself? The sword slightly moved forward.

Northern men do not waste words when there is work to do. I checked my own gear. I pulled my massive, two-handed broadsword from its leather scabbard. The heavy steel caught the gray light of the winter sun. I checked the sharp edge. It was perfect. I slid the weapon back over my shoulder. I checked the heavy iron dagger strapped to my belt.