Sealed Sword Novels & Stories

Written on its side was a note. From your favorite teacher! Stay Safe, my lady! Also, you can have them change if you like something else. She smiled at the message and knew who it was from. Opening the box, she was stunned to see two polished shortsword and an arming sword. Its handle was black. The short sword's blade has a bit of a curve at the tip, its' base has prints of engraving and was thicker than she’s expected but still light when she wielded it. The arming sword was the same only with a longer reach and more pointed tip.

The arrow exploded upon hitting Lollaine. She felt her inside turned to millions of thousand needles. The extreme excruciating pain made her to wail silently on her head. Since she under the king's mind possession no sound came out from her instead, her mouth agape wide. This time King Zeldour amasses a very intense magical force. Appeared on his hands a very sharped pointed sword made of air. It is the Zypherious sword; Aereous Assoure.

Claim. I ran my hand across the hilt of my sword, feeling its familiar weight. It had been by my side for longer than most of my generals had lived. Sharp, unyielding, obedient to the hand that commanded it. Like me, it was honed for dominance, for control, for inevitability.

“This is perfectly safe” A few nervous laughs followed, shallow and unsure. “The swords have been equipped with non-lethal composite tips,” she explained, motioning toward the rounded, dark ends—elegant, polished, deceptively harmless. “They won’t draw real blood… just bruised egos…and…reveal who deserves to wear a crown next to the goddess Inanna..” She smiled and my fists clenched more. “Each blade is pressure-sensitive. One clean hit is all it takes to register a strike.” She continued with a light tone.

He activated the spiritual energy within him, gathering it on his Thunder Blade. The Thunder Blade gleamed with a cold light, and a crimson hue appeared on the blade. "Crazy Blade Strike!" A sharp and fierce blood-red blade light cut through the air, flashing through the moonlit woods. Just as the blade light was about to touch Sebastian's body, a semi-transparent shield appeared in front of him. Clang! When the blade light struck the shield, the shield dissipated, and the blade light was also neutralized. Sebastian was unharmed, showing no signs of damage.

He wasn't erratic and perhaps I'd never see him be that way. "You see, this is the best way. You choose, give me Valiant and give me Regal. You are free to go on your own or I can assist in making you go with a hollow point." "Fat fucking chance...just stop with the veiled threats and demands. Show yourself." I heard him say while I watched from a safer distance. The truth is that while he stood there looking like a model in his fancy tailored suit, he was so skilled with any weapon in his hand. He hadn't earned his nickname for no reason. Claymore, that shit would be a testimony to his calloused conscience.

They didn’t know but the sword had a history to it, a history long buried and she only learnt it in the book her grandfather left her mother. The Maniz Gladius. A sword that held the blood of many during its days. Its short length provides an advantage in close-quarters combat and if maneuvered properly by the wielder, could prove to be adaptable to a long range combat. This particular sword in Tess’s hands was very flexible, suitable for her fluid, and light swordsmanship style. “It’s a good sword.” Tess said firmly but with a breathy smile. “Find a good sheath for me, preferably one with fur.”

Not Silas. This sword is not quite mini. I dragged mine across the floor, lifting it just enough so it didn't make a horrible noise. I finally reach him with the heavy sword and look at it. The sword is pretty basic. The silver hilt is cold metal with no grip, and I glance at Silas's sword which has a leather hilt, no doubt making it easier to hold. I wonder if he purposely gave me the bad sword that actually looks broken and difficult to use. I wouldn't be surprised.

He knew himself that he cant buy a good sword as he have to buy body tempering technique too with this little amount of money. As he tried to pick a sword he saw a beautiful black sword in the corner of rack, Theo mesmerized and uttered," what a beautiful black sword", suddenly from back he heard the word," isn't it beautiful, to sad the cultivator from whom i got the sword told me that this sword cannot cut anything, its dull sword". Suddenly as if deciding something Theo decide that he will take that sword. Theo walked out of the blacksmith shop shouting," Thank you, old man jiang"

she sits up and stretches like she’s been asleep all the while, “Ready?” “Yep,” I say, popping the p, looking around for my sword and removing the big black jacket I wore over a small tight green top and shorts. Finally finding my sword leaning gracefully against the bark of a tree, I pick it up, admiring its uniqueness. An ice sword befitting an ice queen, with a handle carved so perfectly for my slender fingers to get a good grip, it has a perfect weight with a blade so sharp and shiny. Although she looks fragile, she’s a lot tougher and can withstand any amount of pressure or force, just like her owner. Smirking at the comparison, I swirl the sword around and point at Anora, who’s now sta