Sealed Sword Novels & Stories

Dexter said aloud as we heard the door leading to the other sections of the mansion open. Everyone's gaze was fixed on the passageway leading to the stairs, waiting in excitement to see what our Alpha had to present. And when I was beginning to think that our Alpha's surprise was a flop, I saw the hugest scare of my life. The whole hall fell into chaos as most people screamed and yelled in fear while others like myself stood speechless and motionless. It was a man. A man whose reputation spoke for itself. It was the legendary Alpha Blade, known in Haven as The Ripper.

Sekora asked. “You will be able to recognize them by the symbols on the hilt, first there is the Tsunami sword recognizable by the wave, next is the Earth breaker sword represented by broken earth, next is the Shadow sword represented by a ghost, next is the Sun saber represented by a sun, next is the Phoenix Wing sword recognized by wings, next is the Speed sword represented by a rabbit and finally there is the Power sword represented by a bull.” D2 replied going back to the lighter tone of voice.

"I didn't expect there were so many toys in this tiny room." Alice held up a small sword, only about 20 cm in length. The sheath of the sword was the same color as the hilt, both made of bright white silver metal. Alice expertly drew the thin rectangular blade from its scabbard, carefully examining its sharp edge. There was also a straight line running from the hilt to the tip of the sword. The structure was quite simple, but the weight was quite heavy and painful in the hand. Seeing Alice admiring the small sword, the shopkeeper quickly said:

"She did not come to me with paper contracts or political promises. She stood beside me in the mud when my core was bleeding. She bled for our mountain valleys while your capital hid behind marble walls!" Gideon unclasped the heavy iron sheath of his broadsword from his shoulder, drawing the massive blade with a sharp, resonant ring that filled the silent chamber. He held the broadsword horizontally over his head, channeling a sudden, massive surge of his Earth Seal kinetic magic into the steel. The blade ignited with a blinding, golden wildfire that illuminated every corner of the vaulted ceiling.

His greatsword lay across the prep counter, the blade still bearing the gouge where a shield had smashed into it, the notch's edges glinting cold. "Eggs are overdone. You've got a choice: burnt or raw." He shoved a plate toward me. One egg was a charred ring of black. The other was still wobbling. He unstrapped his own dagger and laid it on the countertop beside the greatsword. The dark brown leather wrapped around the grip was polished to a glossy sheen by years of sweat and blood. "That sword's too heavy. You take this. Light. Fast. Angle's different when you're going for lungs instead of heart. Blade goes up, extra half-inch of tilt. Don't use it backwards."

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.

Not me. “Is this really okay? Your sword looks expensive. I think I might break it.” I said to him. “Nah, this sword is indestructible. Give it a swing if you like.” Hearing those confident words, I turned and faced an empty area as I remove the sword out from its sheath. It’s a single-edged sword— a falchion sword, I think. Wait a second. Why does this sword feel so familiar…? Where have I seen it before?

‘What’s wrong with me this time? ‘Yeah right, besides that how that thing pulled me here? Anyway, I need to take it down soon. That devil must be really strong’ ’Okay, I will do this quickly so I can return to Aahva and go home.’ Abelard’s mainstay sword comes out of its scabbard. The scabbard is pitch black without any decoration, the hilt was carved with a unique horizontal engraving shaped like interlocking letters. There is a red jewel between the hilt of the sword and the sword. At the edges of the blade, it is very sharp and bluish silver, while the middle is gold and, when exposed to the moonlight, can emit a sparkling light.

Between the buckles, there was a long sword several feet long that glinted under the light. Sebastian had seen many things in his lifetime, but even he couldn't resist raising an eyebrow. The sword was named Purity, and it was a sacred weapon that had been made with great care by Owen Geller, a renowned blacksmith. Even an expert who was in the Celestial stage wouldn't be able to withstand the blade of this sacred weapon. "Thank you, Madam Dragon." Sebastian was very satisfied with his unexpected gain. "Mr. Ballard, the scabbard of this sword is actually the belt of the legendary gold-spun armor. Even bullets won't be able to penetrate it," Blake whispered in Sebastian's ear.

Alexander commanded, suppressing it with his innate sword aura, causing the weapon to quickly settle. In the face of overwhelming power, a mere sword could hardly stir trouble. With a slight flick of his arm, the sword sprang from its sheath, revealing the words inscribed at the base of the blade: 'Azure Dawn'. "A fine sword," he remarked. The blade was lightweight, its edge sharp yet restrained, and its flexibility was impressive, resisting even when Alexander applied his internal energy. As the prized weapon was claimed, envious eyes turned toward him, though none dared to seize it. Some items were simply beyond their reach.