Sealed Sword Novels & Stories

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.

In their hands was an ax with two pointed edges. "Do something to them if you want to bring that human alive." Minos looked at me with a meaningful gaze. I smiled mockingly. "Don't be sorry after this." In an instant I swung my arm, and my black cloak parted as the sword reappeared in my hand. Of course, the sword is silver.

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

“We need cloaks that shield against dimensional distortion.” “Yes, Shadow Knight,” the attendant said, hurrying to fetch them. Selene sauntered toward the weapons rack. Her fingers skimmed the blades—lingering on a long, Solaris-forged spear. Alessia’s voice cut through the room without her even turning. “Don’t touch.” Selene froze, then laughed softly. “So sharp. Very well.” She selected a simple dagger instead—slender, elegant, and deadly. “A girl must have some jewelry.”

His posture alone makes him even more handsome. He stood in front of his zodiac warriors and raised his gold Tizona sword which hilt has a cross-guard with two flat quillons, curved towards the blade. Both the guard and the pommel are openwork, with Gothic-style motifs. The blade is almond-shaped in cross-section, with a shallow central fuller from the tang to the middle part and with a rounded point. His sword was bequeathed to him by King Bartholomeo. It is the mightiest sword in the entire celestial spirit world. King Bartholomeo once used it to separate his kingdom from the Canopus.

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 pressed a folded cloth into my hands and knelt across from me without being asked, holding Ashford's shoulders down with a strength that belied her age. "The blade," I said. "I need to see the blade that did this." "Here." A young warrior, one of the eastern gate patrol, held out the weapon with shaking hands, the metal catching firelight in a way that confirmed what I already suspected. Silver, worked deliberately into the steel, forged specifically to poison a wolf's blood rather than simply cut it.