Shadowhunter Swords Novels & Stories

She swore again and whirled, lashing out with her own broad-sword, aiming to decapitate the assassin - but the blade merely passed through. Ambrose's eyes went wide, just as a Shadow leaped toward him. Their dark blades a blur of flashing steel and mist. He grit his teeth, meeting each attack with his sword - these were no ordinary Shadows, he realised. Out of the corner of his vision, he saw both Lord Daemon and Ravyn launch themselves toward the two remaining Shadows. Ravyn's elegant face set in a feral snarl as she battled with what could have been her twin, with the black hair and dark blades.

He collapsed like a puppet with its strings cut, gurgling as blood pooled rapidly beneath him, soaking into the concrete. “Shit!” Zayn cursed, already pulling his weapon and firing blindly into the shadows. “They were already here. They were waiting for us!” “Viktor,” I growled, crouching behind a stack of crates as another bullet ricocheted past my head. This wasn’t just an ambush. This was a declaration of war. He was escalating. No more subtle moves, no more hidden hands pulling strings from the shadows. Viktor wanted us to bleed. He wanted to bury us.

Suddenly, a precious sword appeared in Landon's grip. He swung it with great force, and the blade's light extended 1,000 feet, slicing through the dragon-elephant's shadow. "Great!" the observing mentees shouted with excitement. Gideon lifted an eyebrow, surprised but unfazed. He didn't budge. In his view, Landon, clutching the sword, was descending rapidly, charging straight at him. "Sky-Burial Saber! Perish!" Landon shouted fiercely.

right next to me. “What the fuck?!” Despite my words, I immediately drive the heel of my shoe into Liam's eye, channeling all my anger into my attack. I kick away quickly as his claws shoot toward me. The man is in front of Liam in an instant, a silver sword gleaming in his hand. “Pure wolf or not, this will do the trick.” A sword? Since when did he start using a sword? And… Why does his voice sound different? “Bastard. Don’t—” Liam’s words are cut off as the man drives the sword through his heart. The color drains from his eyes as he crumples, lifeless, his body reverting back to his human form.

“They’re close.” A hunter jumps out, dagger glowing, and I tackle him, shadows pinning him. “Talk!” I yell, fist ready. “Guild’s rising!” he spits, struggling. “You’re too late!” “Bullshit,” I say, shadows tightening. “Raymond, light him up!” “Got it,” he says, light burning the hunter’s runes, making him scream. “Like the echo fight?” “Hell yeah,” I say, shadows ripping the dagger away. “Nice one!”

Golden arrows slowly emerged, timidly trying to chase away the shadows of the night. The great fire disc made its appearance. First, it emerged as a red line growing wider and wider until it rose victorious into the angelic blue sky, ready to stretch its arms over the whole earth. It tamed its color slightly, becoming comforting as it shyly soaked up the night frost with which you would think it was soothing its own color.

He knew himself that he cant buy a good sword as he have to buy body tempering technique too with this little amount of money. As he tried to pick a sword he saw a beautiful black sword in the corner of rack, Theo mesmerized and uttered," what a beautiful black sword", suddenly from back he heard the word," isn't it beautiful, to sad the cultivator from whom i got the sword told me that this sword cannot cut anything, its dull sword". Suddenly as if deciding something Theo decide that he will take that sword. Theo walked out of the blacksmith shop shouting," Thank you, old man jiang"

His eyes were an amazing shade of gold, and just now they sparkled with the dark promise of death. Almost too fast to follow his movements, the dark-haired man crossed the room with its crumbling plaster walls and stood behind the wolf with two curved, ornate hand sickles already in his hands. The soft ringing of metal resounded as he swung with expert precision, not even brushing her hair with his blades while he decapitated her tormenter. The head that had just been level with hers went one direction, while the hands gripping her arms fell away and the body toppled to the floor on her other side. Her mouth fell open in stunned horror, then clamped firmly shut again as she was sprayed with

Noya scoffed. So that’s it. Noya’s taken so much into account but has forgotten a key factor. Me. She has precautions against the supernatural, but I’m not any of those things. I’m human. I’m a hunter, and killing witches is just part of what I do. Knowing what I was about to walk into, I climbed over the edge. I slipped on my hunter talisman for added protection and took out my silver khopesh, ready to strike. She didn’t even see it coming. Even as Godric smiled, having seen me coming up behind the dumb bitch. “You forgot the hunter, bitch!” I scoffed, swinging the curved blade separating her head from her shoulders.

Its glow intensified until it transformed into a magnificent sword made entirely of shimmering blue light. Liana gasped. Her knees nearly gave way. "This... this can't be real." Kael glanced at her briefly. "I need you to run." "What about you?" "I'll catch up." "But—" "Please." Something in his voice made her stop arguing. She took a hesitant step backward. The Shadow Hunter smirked. "You still care about innocent lives." Kael's grip tightened around his sword. "They have nothing to do with this." "They do now." The hunter charged.