Sealed 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.

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.

My eyes snapped back at her, “I thought silver weapons are not allowed in the house because it will burn our skin.” “Well,” she paused with a small smile, “that one is kind of special. The hilt and sheath is made of Obsidian. It's 100% immune to the silver toxicity. Just don't touch the blade.” “Woow!” I exclaimed in excitement, almost jumping on my toes, “I can't wait to try it out.” Back then, all I wanted was dad’s time for me, and bragging about my swordsmanship was what I thought would bring me closer to him. I gained a lot of compliments and praises from him, never expecting that the same happiness would eventually kill me.

He was indifferent about killing Shea. However, Shea did not feel gratitude, and instead, she looked Dewey in the eyes. "As long as I live, I'll not let you lay your finger on the Sect Master." Her voice was frail but stern. Dewey's face changed and said, "Fine. Since you're courting death, I'll grant you your wish." Immediately, Dewey raised his hand, and a longsword appeared in his hand. That longsword was black. It was a Tungsten Gold Sword made of Frost Iron and a unique type of tungsten gold. It was considered a rare weapon in the Keygate Continent.

No tactical shields. Dominic walked at the lead, clad in simple black leather breeches and a dark tunic, a plain, unadorned steel broadsword resting in his right hand. Beside him walked Zane and Tristan, their dark daggers and trench blades unpowered, stripped of all runic enhancements. And walking between them was me. I wore a simple, dark velvet tunic, my long hair braided tightly back, my boots crunching softly against the blue ice. In my right hand, I carried a light, double-edged steel longsword. In my left, wrapped in leather, was the Eclipse Siphon.

"Well, sir you could give us a description of what kind of sword you want and we'll have it made for you." "Well..." And then his eyes fell on it. It was on a different shelf of its own, locked in three places. It was a long bronze sword with a gilded handle that was encrusted with jewels. The blade shone against the dull light that fell in through the window. "What about that one?" The boy looked back at the sword and turned back to look him over to rack an assessing glance over him - or what little he could see of him. "Well, that one is very expensive..."

" 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 "

Third Person's POV If his skills would improve, he could also help take some pressure off Adelaide. She picked up the last weapon. The sword had a dull, dark sheen. The hilt was made from a beast's skull, the guard was carved into a ferocious wolf's head, and the crossguard was embedded with a power-charged wolf-eye stone.

She held it tightly. Serra thought it was heavy but it was surprisingly light, light as a feather. It's like she's holding a twig, very comfortable in her hands. She stared at the shimmering sword. It has a beautiful gold hilt with an intricate carved angel wings above the handle, the blade was long as her arms and it was sharp and shiny, the light bounced on it, and Serra could see herself on it like a clear mirror. The sword was like made specifically for her as it was comfortable to her hands and it felt familiar and comforting to the touch.

The blade gleamed with a brilliant silver light, its edge shimmering with a promise of sharpness. The blood sword! I exclaimed internally, astonished by the fact that I had successfully conjured the legendary weapon known to be wielded by a valiant warrior from Cairos—a neighboring nation to Springgan. Apollo had shared stories about it, expressing his dream to create such a weapon one day. Empowered by the gauntlet, I held the blood sword with ease. The blade's edge gleamed, a testament to its lethal potential. Just as the icy shield surrounding me shattered, the dominus seized the opportunity to consume me. Its jaws opened wide as it lunged towards me. Reacting swiftly, I positioned the sw