Sealed Sword Novels & Stories

"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:

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.

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.

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.

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.