Seven Stars Sword Novels & Stories

It flashed blindingly in the sunlight and had a surreal quality about it. At the same time, a strong and aggressive momentum emerged from his plump body. The temperature instantly raised, the air felt scorching hot. Swimming Dragon Sword Style! Flame Attribute Qi! A thunderous uproar could be heard around the arena. The Honorable Alliance of Seven was made up of excellent young masters.

The group of no fewer than a dozen people at the goddess' back lurched forward in defensive poses. Kiema rolled her silvery eyes. "Cut it out, you guys. You're all just as touchy about me. And they have no idea what I can do." She leaned to the side so she could see me. "Are you hurt in any way, shape, or form?" I shook my head. "No. She touched my stars, but that's about it. And she's going to help us kill Merlin." Drace jumped forward. "She touched your stars?" She started patting me down, a bright smile on her face. "If she gets to touch your stars, then I do, too."

’ everybody assumed impatiently. Tension of the crowd was aroused in alarm, their hearts raced with unwelcoming anticipation. Finally, a figure emerged from the huge waves as a victor, the sword of Eryndor– Eryndor, exhausted but triumphant, his Conch shell still clutched in his hand.

Guardian Quade was one of them. “Alliance Leader!” Guardian Quade arrived at the hall and presented the sword. “This is the sacred sword retrieved from Ethereal Tower.” Swoosh. Gabriel waved his hand, and the sword flew into his palm. He examined it closely and nodded. “So this is one of the nine Sky Genesis Swords that unlocks the Immortal Palace. Not bad at all. However…” Gabriel looked at Guardian Quade with a slight frown. “With your strength, Dominic Stark and Benjamin Cruz are no match for you, even if they worked together. Why do you look so wretched?”

Ciel smirked and stood back on his feet. “My powers are cooler, you wanna see?” Azriel flickered his finger, and a flicker of fire appeared at the top of his finger like a touch. Roxie was fascinated at the sight as she drew near to get closer but Kaizen suddenly cleared his throat and the moment was ruined when Azriel put it out. She pouted in disappointment as she looked at Kaizen. “My shield is cooler,” Rune uttered, instantly getting a bright smile from Roxie. Kaizen crossed his arms over his chest. “I want to believe you learned something from today's lesson.”

A normal night. But normal never lasts. Crow slid into the chair beside me, gray streaking his beard, eyes sharp as ever. He was one of the older ones, a man who’d seen enough wars—both on foreign soil and right here in these walls—to know when something was shifting. “She’s still here,” he said, voice low. “Yeah.” “You plan on explaining that to the boys?” I took a drag from the cigarette, exhaled slow. “No explanation needed.” Crow’s chuckle was dry. “That’s not how this place works. You know that.”

He rat. "How? Just because you don't settle well with him doesn't make him my enemy. I am allowed to get involved with" He cut me off. "You are most certainly not." "What is your problem? I thought you were different from the others. I am well aware that your siblings aren't really welcoming of the idea of me and Sage, but for God's sake, won't you at least let me be?" I breathed out in frustration. "Lyra You don't get it, do you? You're Sage's Luna now. Being a Mickleson means any enemy of ours remains your enemy."

The moment our fingers touched, the silver bond between us erupted into brilliant light. The Crown of Luna expanded into a radiant halo of seven celestial gems. Wesley's sword transformed into a magnificent blade of gold and silver, engraved with ancient runes that shone brighter than the stars themselves. The Seven Guardians gathered behind us. One by one, they raised their weapons toward the sky. Aurel's Spear of Dawn. Nerina's Trident of the Eternal Sea. Elara's Staff of Life. Kael's Inferno Spear. Seraphine's Hourglass Staff.

It smelled of damp stone, old hay, and solitude. Makil was already there, warming up with a series of fluid stretches that further betrayed his training. He wore similar clothes to yesterday, and two practice longswords were thrust into the ground at the center of the yard. Leigh arrived silently, a shadow detaching from the deeper shadows of the archway. She'd re-braided her hair tightly. She said nothing, simply walked to the center, pulled one sword from the earth, and tested its weight. "No rules," Makil said, pulling the other. "First to yield, or be disarmed."

With a vigorous yank, I shattered the chains. Powerful, shining golden light burst out from Lars' hand and a long ornate sword materialized from it. The blade was pure white like a billion stars were trapped within it, each twinkling with gold sparks. Its golden hilt was simple, yet decorative with wings cross - guard and the same seven pointed star at the center.