Serpent Breathing Sword Novels & Stories

Sharp talons grabbed her by the shoulders, lifting her out of the boat. “AAAAAH!” she screamed. She was being lifted up and flown over the water, kicking and flailing. The compound came into view, and whatever had her descended to the ground. Madchen gently landed on the lawn, only to look up and see a huge black dragon standing over her. Warm breath puffed from it’s nostrils onto her face, and it’s green eyes bored into hers. The dragon turned it’s head toward her, it’s shiny onyx scales shimmering. It lumbered closer to her, nudging her up from the ground with it’s large head.

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.

The hunter yelled, watching Javier’s face, flames boiling inside of its snout, the smoking rising from its nostrils. Sprinting towards the creature, he swung the sword, the speed almost blinding. The Dragon took a hit to the side of his stomach, almost wincing at the icy magic of the tip. Oh. Someone had done their research. A roar was heard as the ice hit the Dragons shoulder. Its pupils dilated, glaring at the hunter who had dug the ice sword. Smoke rose from the dragon's body as the paralysing ice dissipated into the air. “How does that feel?” He maniacally laughed, his voice taunting as he lifted his head.

This human has a talent like no other, dragons are known for building master weaponry, but this is even better than some of the swords back at the horde. Where the handle meets the blade is an onyx dragon, its mouth wide open, the blade protruding from it. The body of the dragon coils around the grip. The pommel of the sword is made to look like an extended pair of wings. I admire the effort put into the small details of the dragon, every scale carved carefully into it. Lightly I run my hand over the handle, feeling all the different textures. "This sword is absolutely beautiful,” I comment. “It’s a mighty fine piece of work isn’t it; I’ve never seen Flavius make a finer piece,” Neron says p

There was a loud noise like a river flowing in his body. Rumbling sounds could be heard as the sword light began to shine with even more dazzling light. Its speed increased tenfold, and it began to spin violently like a hurricane or a vortex. Rumbling filled the air as it swept across the Demonic Snake. With the first strike, the sword radiance exploded and flames burst out. The black Qi around the Demon python flowed more violently than before. Then, several rows of sword radiance followed, dazzling and blazing, second, third, fourth, fifth...

Tristan walked down the ramp. He did not look like a Prince of the Empire, nor did he look like the ragged exile he had been for months. His black tactical coat snapped in the canyon wind. His dark hair was messy, matted with sweat and soot. Blood stained the collar of his shirt from his earlier fights, and his icy blue eyes burned with a terrifying, absolute clarity. He was the Viper. The architect of the Empire's ruin. At his right shoulder walked Saoirse. The silver-haired Dragon of Aethelgard moved with predatory grace, her hand resting lightly on the hilt of her estoc. The air around her actually rippled, distorting the light with the sheer, barely-contained thermal pressure she radiate

He certainly had some skill, since most would have trouble dodging Caleb's flying swords! The long-haired man laughed confidently. "Hah! You may think your flying sword is fast, but is it faster than I am? They call me Three Breaths—that's how long it's going to take for me to destroy you, you hear?! I will take your head and all your spirit stones! It's all going to be mine!" "Really?" Shunk! Three Breaths only heard the chuckle a second when a spear sparking with lightning bolts tore through his collarbone,

The sword looked to be very basic and common, yet on its blade, one could view the intricate carvings and weavings of a fine metal, much like a dragon’s form. With a huff, Zephyr sent his energy into the sword. Before long, the sword replied with its own short burst, accompanied by the raging roar of a dragon. The energy the sword carried was that of a dragon’s! The blade shimmered in the light of Zephyr’s energy, lighting up the night sky. Upon further inspection, it was noticed that the sword may carry a will of its own. The draconic silhouette looked to be real, its body looked to be moving upon the blade itself, its claws grasped onto the metal, its tail swiped along the wind, and the sc

The man said as his fighting spirit rose. “Let's fight far from here.” Ding Bang said as he looked at everyone's scared face. “Why? Are you afraid that these weak maggots got implicated?” The man smirked. He raised his right hand up in the air, a majestic black sword with dragon engraved on it appeared. Mysterious words were written on its blade up to its hilt. Its sharp edge shines in cold luster with faint diamond aura surrounding it. An indication that his sword was a Triple S rank item.

The elēnítēs líthos blades gleamed in our hands, ready to face this new threat. The Phytophagos Ophis lunged with startling speed, its dark form striking from the shadows. Avril and the other warriors engaged in a dance of blades, attempting to pierce the serpent's tough scales. Lysandros, Thorn, Adriana and Daemon cast firebolts at the beast. Again, none of them touched those who were in close-fighting range.