Seeking The Flying Sword Path Novels & Stories

I turn away, taking off high into the clouds. Soren and I fly at full speed through the air. The wind whips and whistles wildly around us. The strong winds make for an easy flight as I find myself mostly gliding through the sky. Finally, after hours of flight, I see the Perilous Mountain up ahead. At this point, Soren and I split up, flying into different entrances of the mountain. I land swiftly into my room, the space I had missed so much. I lower my head to the ground, allowing Flavius to get down. Once he's safely on the ground, I faze back. I change into a pair of leather pants and a bra strapping my sword to my waist.

The day passed quickly and our test was approaching, where we would test our balance and flying skills with the wooden sword we were given as heavy as steel. In five days, I did nothing but practice how to fly a sword. Sometimes Raven also secretly helps me to fly, but no matter what he teaches me I still find it hard to balance and use magic to fly. I sat down humbly here outside the hall, as I looked at the wooden sword lying on the floor. I wonder how it can fly if I was born ignorant of using magic and even if I learn it doesn't make sense. “What to do, Snow White?” I asked Snow White but as always Snow White didn’t respond. Hayy… After the past few days I never hear anything from her. I

The three quickly left the Seafolk’s island with the Crepe Myrtle Divine Sword and headed back to Sangria. After they retrieved the Crepe Myrtle Divine Sword, the only thing left was to find Sangria’s Imperial Jade Seal. To find the Imperial Jade Seal’s whereabouts, James would have to ask Sophie again.

My suspicions were confirmed when Luka guided me in the direction of the danger sign. As we walked along the path, the path became narrow and steep. The more we climbed, the harder it became. The path was made of loose dirt and gravel, which caused me to keep losing my footing. Not once did Luka let my hand go, but I could tell he was struggling to climb. I tried to use my wings to fly, but I received a message saying that flying was unavailable. “As I said, this quest will involve us working together, which means no aids of any sort.” Luka explained when the message disappeared.

Severin reduced the flying sword's size with his mental energy and stored it back in his spatial ring. "We can enjoy the nearby sights while we're flying," Severin suggested. After approximately ten minutes after they began their gradual flight, they spotted several structures on the mountains ahead. All of a sudden, a dozen patrolling disciples from the Skyblue Sect approached them and blocked their path. One of them drew a sword and held it firmly. He addressed them sternly, "Who are you? This is the Skyblue Sect's headquarters. Please use another route for your journey."

‘’are you trying to…. "Rain!" he shouted my name and turned to face me, grabbing my hand. My heart jumped in shock as he placed his palm on mine. I gritted my teeth as it started to burn, and it was hurting badly that I could feel the pain in my belly. "what are you trying to do!" "The sword is hidden in the black clouds, the place you will reach before the in-between. No one has seen the sword, but I believe you and the crown prince can find it out because I trust you will do it."

“Myth.” “So were two moons,” Aria countered, eyes fierce. A pulse ripped through Aria’s body. The healing pools erupted in silver fire. Runic lines on the ancient stone walls glowed, revealing a spiraling staircase downwards. “The Path of the Flame,” Miren gasped. “It exists.” Aria rose, moonlight swirling around her. “We go now. Before the Blood Eclipse.” A distant, otherworldly howl rattled the stones. Kael clenched his teeth. “Together.”

Every hour we lingered was another hour for Eugenius and Nikos to widen their net, another hour for my wound to fester, another inch closer to a slow, certain death. "We have to move," I said, my voice a low, raspy croak that was still stronger than it had been. I pushed myself into a sitting position, the movement sending a fresh wave of agony through my side, but I forced it down. I pointed to the rough map Saea had scratched into the dirt floor with a stick. "The sword... It's in the Temple of the Fading Sun. That's our destination."

The King watched, his expression unreadable. “The Serpent’s Spine,” Leigh said, pointing to a jagged, inland mountain range that ran parallel to the strait. “Here. The mountains drop to the sea in cliffs, yes. But there are old paths. Goat-herder paths, smugglers’ routes. My... my tutor once spoke of them. He was a traveler.” The lie came easily, a cover for the knowledge gained from intercepting coastal intelligence reports meant for her father. “There is one path, here, that leads down to a sea-cave. It emerges behind the largest of the likely coves, the one called the Serpent’s Maw.” The admiral stared. “The Maw is inaccessible from land. We’ve surveyed it.”

he decided urging Coryfe back into a walk. “If I remember rightly, there’s a path through the jungle,” he murmured to himself. We walked the edge of the trees until he exclaimed. “There it is,” he pointed to two stone cairns that framed an overgrown path. He set us off along it, but it was not long until we had to dismount and put our boots back on in order to pull the greenery away and allow us through. “No one has come this way in a long time,” he observed, pausing to remove his shirt and wipe his face on it. “It’s alright for you,” I grumbled. “I can’t remove my shirt.” Even Florien was feeling the effects of the heat, settling onto the saddle, his wings sagging heavily.