Serpent Breathing Sword Novels & Stories

she said, tightening her grip on the sword, her breath ragged. Drakoen smile. He proceeded to release dark shadows from his hand, summoning a weapon forged in the abyss. A black medium sword. Black smoke was emitting from it and the unbearable stench of rotting flesh and blood. Mercedes didn't let that bother her. She had to stay focused on her enemy, not let him get the chance to strike her. Mercedes narrowed her eyes at Drakoen, clasping her sword with both hands.

However, Theodore secretly praised his son-in-law for his cunning scheme. Naturally, he was biased toward Tiger. "There was no rule in the agreement that forbids the use of weapons, so there was no foul. Continue the match." Tiger’s weapon was called the Serpentine Swordwhip, and he had spent a lot of money on it. The hilt was carved in the shape of a golden serpent’s head that could also serve as a belt buckle. The blade was densely covered in scale-like patterns. It was usually inserted into the flexible sheathe and acted as the body of the belt, but it could be whipped out when needed.

The giant python was infuriated after being kicked away. It unleashed a thunderous roar and swung its colossal tail toward Severin. "Hehe, this'll be the end of you." Severin chuckled. He deftly produced a seventh-grade spiritual sword from his belongings and delivered a slash after infusing the blade with his spiritual energy. The sword energy that Severin produced thus sliced the formidable beast in two, and that was despite the creature's incredibly tough skin. The serpent writhed on the ground for a while before dying motionlessly.

He examined the engraving. “No.” I looked. The dragon wasn’t like Nicholas’s personal symbols. It had two heads. Wings spread. A crown between them. Lydia leaned closer. “That’s not a dragon.” “What?” I asked. She pointed. “Look at the tails.” Two bodies. Intertwined. Not one creature. Two. “Twins,” I whispered. Lydia looked at me. The room went silent again. Chase frowned. “I never noticed.” Nicholas turned the key.

On a night swallowed by darkness, a mysterious girl becomes the only light guiding the path of a wounded man. He stumbles through the forest, his body covered in blood and deep wounds, until his strength finally gives out and he collapses into the cold mud. Seeing him fall, the girl rushes to his side. She tries to lift him, but her slender body is far too fragile to carry a man built like him. Then their skin touches. Her trembling hand brushes against his chest, where a brutal wound—nearly five centimeters deep—cuts through his flesh. And then something impossible happens. The wound disappears beneath her touch. The man slowly opens his eyes. He is not human.

Not missing the tingling sensation that moves through my hand as my fingers brush along Lysander’s. “It’s always been yours Princess. It is the St Leger family sword.” He replies without even acknowledging the strange tingling, Stepping forward he gestures to a marking just at the junction of the blade and the hilt. “You see there is your families crest.” I bring the blade closer to my face and look at the markings. A snake winding its way up a sword, a pentagram in its open mouth. I run a finger along the design. “How did you get this?” I ask in awe.

Seconds stretched out in to what seemed like an eternity, till finally a faint scream from the depths of the burning city called out. It was then that the helmeted opponent lunged forward with the grace of a life long swordsman. Their blades met, sending sparks flying outward. Though the fire through out the city raged, it seemed like the only sounds to be heard now was the sound of their swords coming together. Bora parried an over hand slash, returning the strike with one of his own. His blow, in turn, was blocked. Back and forth they went testing the limits of their sword skills. They fought each giving up a bit of ground only to retake it momentarily after. Bora flew through all his form

But it was futile. “Stand back,” Sera ordered as her weapon transformed into a large sword hilt. It was almost as tall as her, even with the blade missing. “[Hymn of Destruction]!” Flames erupted from the hilt, forming a gigantic blade. A powerful technique but took time to prepare and required the user to stay still. It crashed down on the gourd but only made small cracks on it. As a defense mechanism, alcoholic vapors started to spew from the cracks. Meanwhile, the top of the gourd started to absorb energy from the surroundings.

Mr. Maxwell pulled a bell from his pocket and shook it frantically. It let out a sharp, clear sound. The moment the golden snake heard it, its body thrashed violently. But no matter how hard it struggled, it couldn't break free of the rope. A howling cold wind poured into the shrine. Several of the girls had already fainted from fright. I kept my eyes fixed on the golden snake as the glow across its body slowly dimmed. Just then, a familiar fragrance drifted from behind me. I turned around to see Philip—no, it was Julia in his body—walking in.

The entire saber, with no complicated pattern or engraving, looked extremely simple. However, Ding Hao instantly felt a rare saber intent. A thought flashed through his mind. With a fleeting gleam, the long saber was taken out of the Black Serpent Ring and came into Ding Hao's grip. The long saber was slightly heavy but comfortable to hold. With a wave of the hand, the blade cut the air into two, leaving traces of waterline-like layers. The air seemed to automatically separate before the tip of the blade had even reached it. Ding Hao bent his fingers and sighed. The blade screamed like the lingering roar of a dragon. The saber trembled violently, and the edge flashed across, emitting light a