Shadowhunter Swords Novels & Stories

That was when Caleb's flying swords shot out, the air popping from the sonic boom of sheer speed in their wake, each gleaming with a gruesome bloody hue. Shunk! The apprentice who was speaking was beheaded first, and the flying swords didn't pause as they became a nightmare. The twelve flying swords worked in groups of four, with the Cloudrunner, Mooncutter, Starchaser, and Sunroar being the most vicious. Be it in speed, explosiveness, or devastation, they were a sight that inspired fear! Shunk! Shunk! Shunk! As the flying swords shot everywhere, they were leaving geysers of blood!

Shadows clawed the ground around her boots, unspooling faster than she could rein them in. Elara’s smile widened. “Oh, she’s cracking.” The duel escalated. Fire, shadow, steel — everything colliding in bursts that scorched the sand. Sierra and Malick fought as one, their threads pulling tighter with every movement. His shadow and hers tangled, indistinguishable. Too tight. Too close. She felt his heat, his fury, his fear — like they weren’t two people at all, but one body splitting apart. And then her control slipped. The shadows erupted from her chest, wild and jagged, tearing the ground open in black cracks that bled silver light. Elara stumbled back, for once her smirk gone. Gloria’s eyes

She glanced around and saw that the village elders were in complete attendance. Behind the Duke's son stood two new faces, the foreigner and the noble who she talked to earlier this morning. She tried to bring her mind to what they discussed just to distract herself from what happened inside the manor. The Sword of the Godslayer. She thought to herself. If my father had access to the artifact she just held, is there any chance that he might have had the Zephyrean sword as well?

I did not think to kill them because it was in my blood, and if they did so I would see no redemption for them, but death. I had just finished cleaning up his mess when I saw four vampires walking toward me. They look bad as if they think they can kill a shadow hunter. "Sorry boys, you missed all the fun," I tease them with my own accent. “Ah, I didn't expect it. You see, you just killed my friend, and I’ll be happy to torture you,” one of them whispered to me. They all started approaching me at a brisk pace but not fast enough. Before they could touch me I jumped into the air about 10 feet and drew my sword, which was hanging on my back. As it descended I sliced ​​the first two vampires lik

The scarred one asked in a deep voice as he casually laid a hand on the pommel of his sword. "Yes," my father spoke for us; his own sword laid back casually over his shoulder as if it was a Louisville Slugger. "And you are?" "Tiernan Shadowcall, Lord of the Wild Hunt," he said tonelessly but then his wide shoulders tensed; muscles flexing enough to shift his silver breastplate, and his gaze shot to mine.

But when I open them again and look towards where he is, I still see black leather wings and crimson eyes. His fighting is even more impressive than what I’ve seen in Sahara’s gladiator ring. When the shadow aims some kind of power, he flies back, flips, and lunges at what I assume is its head. He flaps his wings, pushing the shadow back and aims his sword over it, cutting through it. He twirls again and piercing the center of the shadow over and over again until the shadow fractures and shatters into a million pieces. As soon as that happens, the fog fades, and the dark monster disappears, leaving the shadows of the true darkness behind.

Then, five alpha werewolves appeared in full wolf form, three great white sharks that immediately jumped into the lake water, and also Ansel Gaute Kosti, a noble-class vampire. Plus, Andrew Tomahawk, charging at high speed, still held Alexis's scythe in both hands and joined the shadow army behind Reinhard. Now, Damien was standing before Reinhardt who wielded a mystical sword that could kill anyone with a single slash. Behind Reinhardt were all the shadow troops that Damien had gathered so far, plus the estuarine crocodiles that Reinhardt had just resurrected. Also, there's no longer anyone guarding the cave where Michelle is. Or maybe not. Damien could still calm down because Ginny was wit

The man’s foot pressed deeply into the sand as he pushed himself forward and threw sand in the air in the process. The man launched himself toward the death paladin. The large, armoured skeleton planted its shield into the sand, preparing to receive the Hunter’s attack. Too bad for it tough- “Hmph!” The Hunter jumped into the air, over the death paladin and landed behind it. He readied his sword to slash at its back, then he swung. CLANG! “!!” The Hunter was surprised. Blades met. The Hunter’s sword was blocked by the death paladin’s sword. The death paladin let go of its sword and let it stab into the sand while it spun around counterclockwise and bashed its shield at the Hunter.

Scarlet Black Sword was a very powerful magic treasure, containing a trace of spirituality. At this moment, it moved because of his opponent. It was obvious that his opponent's next attack was no trivial matter. Coupled with the heavy expression on Luo Shui's face, Zephyr Khan began to vaguely feel that something was wrong. "Boom!" The space vibrated. A silver light beam suddenly flashed out. When they saw it clearly, they found it was a very delicate silver war hammer. An overbearing and fierce aura enveloped it, as if it contained all kinds of thunderbolts.

All around me, my pack snapped back to life with angry growls and sharp howls. The hunters panicked the second the forcefield shattered. “Go!” I barked through the mind link. I sounded rough and evil. Khalid lunged first, tackling one of the hunters so hard the man flew back into the wrecked machine. Justin tore through another, sending his weapon flying across the ground. The hunters tried to regroup, but it was too late. I charged straight at their leader. He stood tall, stepping forward as if he had been waiting for me. He tossed aside his broken crossbow and reached behind him. When his hand came back up, a long silver-edged sword gleamed in his grip.