Seven Stars Sword Novels & Stories

He slid his left arm under my head for support. He lifted his free hand up, pointing at the sky with his index finger. "See, that's Ursa Major. Or what they also call the Great Bear," He said, outlining a group of seven stars. "Do you know all of this because your backup plan was to be an astronomer?" His smile warmed me from my head to toe. "Exactly. I used to have a telescope once, right at the window of my bedroom. You've already seen my bedroom in New York, and you know which window I'm talking about."

It was strange. I remembered the late that he heard five winter ago. It was some fourth to fifty years ago when the last of the Ritan kings killed his own brother to take his sword. The sword that was made by the dwarven smiths for a large amount of money, the sword was made from a rear metal that the folks call star-metal. The metal itself is from a fallen star that fell some four thousand years ago. The length of the blade not including the tang was five feet and two inches. The handle was made from a rear type of tree that only grows near the dwarven forges. The weight of the blade was half a stone. The previous owner had the sword engraved with magical runes that protected and strengthen

"Come on, I'll show you." His bedroom was large and dark from floor to ceiling. The floor and the beams on the ceiling matched perfectly. A dark cherry colored wood that matched his bedroom set perfectly made the room seem even larger than it already was. The ceilings were so high most likely to accommodate the size of these men and the wolves they shifted into. As I took in the scene before me making my way to the large sleigh bed the hair on the back of my neck stood on end. I turned around quickly to find Shaw right behind me. He had moved so silently I didn't even sense his presence. I looked up at him with eager anticipation and found that his eyes weren't the honey brown I had grown ac

POINT YOUR SWORD TO ME CHAPTER 23: The Sword's Identity Lixien closed her eyes and felt that her head was throbbing. How can he be so sure about his words? He really means it! But… from seven mountains?! She then grabbed the sword hastily from Leen’s hand and stared at the features of the sword. The sword from the seven mountains. She really needs to thank her husband for this. She trailed the blade of the sword with her fingers and Leen approached her with her worried eyes.

The other two at his back were also looking at him and were clearly asking the same question inside their head. ~ Stargem: Rewrite ~ [Some Information] Sevenths - A magical device designed and configured by the Seven Heroes. It's used for mass communication and its range may vary depending on the magical capacity of the caster. Sevenths do not require any object or device to summon, but it needs great concentration and mana. Upon successful summoning, it will take the form of a rook (one of the six chess pieces). Seven - A smaller version of Sevenths and requires a solid copy of the rook that the Seveths take as a form. It is made in a magical crystal that can be found at District 13 (to be

"We don't need to go to Lin's house. Let's go to my place so I can change. This is a minor wound. I can handle it myself." Ludriev took her spirit sword she had previously put on the side of the arena, and followed him without anymore words. Spirit sword was forged in a special method for those who reached a certain level in swordsmanship. The sword was unique and believed to be sacred, as it had its own spirit, which, if it didn't feel a strong connection with the wielder, they wouldn't be able to use it. Therefore, usually a sword spirit only had one owner and vice versa.

He leaned down to whisper in my ear. "I'm fine," I replied. How did I go about explaining that his people seemed to hate me? We got to the end of the small settlement, where a large house stood. Alexander suddenly grabbed my waist and set me down from the horse gently, then he followed suit and came down. "Welcome to the Moon Stone pack." Alexander murmured, his eyes on me, and I forced a smile. I certainly didn't feel welcome.

On the pavilion floor lay a sword carved with a dragon, and standing on it was the man who had shouted. He stooped slightly, breath ragged; his eyes were bloodshot, bulging as if they might pop from their sockets. Through gritted teeth he thought, 'Xiu Jian is a damned wretch! I can’t even burn his sword!' Indeed, the trembling, furious man was Huang Fu, and the blade beneath his boot was the Sacred Dragon Sword. He had tried to set the sword aflame—yet not only did the flames refuse to take, the fuel he poured seemed to be absorbed and vanished, drying as if swallowed by the metal itself.

I copied her and lowered my voice for my second reply She gasped and covered her mouth, "You totally have a secret admirer," she gushed, "Someone who could afford to buy you real diamonds..." she trailed off in thought before her eyes widened, "Oh My God, one of the Crown brothers has a crush on you!" she squealed "Maybe even all of them, if that one rumour is true," she wiggled her eyebrows at me I rolled my eyes, "Don't we have somewhere to be?" I asked her

I need my sword. Reaching behind my back, I feel the cool, smooth texture of my marking shift beneath my fingers. There’s a brief moment where the ink pulses, almost as if it’s alive, before it solidifies into the hilt of my sword. I draw it out, feeling the familiar weight settle into my hand. The blade hums with energy, a glowing blue that pulses in time with my heartbeat. This sword is mine, a part of me, born of my blood and soul. Athena’s gift, forged from my very essence.