Shadowhunter Swords Novels & Stories

It compressed, strengthening and materializing its form, now becoming a long sword, blazing with dark flames. Arth aimed all the enhanced swords toward the demon, then launched. They sped through the air like arrows, but then an invisible figure intercepted all swords at an incredible speed. It was Shadowhunter as if he was one with the darkness. Arth couldn’t spot the demon, but he could sense its movement in front of him. The ice swords did not break, and Arth had expected that after enhancing them with his alar. They all scattered on the ground, blocked and deflected by the demon. Then he knew what to do.

The monsters were still fighting. Still breaking. Still dangerous. Order nodded once. “Then we wait.” Hunter didn’t. “I won’t, Aella is waiting for him” he said. Before I could respond— Shadows gathered in his hand. Not like Aella’s. Sharper. Denser. A blade formed. A sword of shadows. And then— He moved. Fast. Precise. Lethal. For every monster the others struck down— Hunter ended three. Clean. Efficient. No hesitation.

Hansen asked in a casual tone as if a battle wasn’t at their doorstep. Adrian didn't know as he hadn't had much contact with this sword. "It's because this sword has a special effect," Hansen said and he raised the sword and slashed it in the rain. There was little light in their surroundings, but after the Lunar Edge was drawn, everything was illuminated by the dazzling light emanating from the sword. The light spread from the sword to the surroundings, forcing Adrian to squint. The Divine Frost Slayer Blade and the Hellblade started trembling. Shing!

The dark figure let out a guttural cry of pain, its life essence flowing forth in a torrent of gore. Hunter is not a skilled swordsman, he sheath his sword to his side for emergency and fights bloody with his lupine abilities. Like a true beast, he launches at a group of five rogues, sending two tumbling in the air with a thrust of his hands as he sinks his teeth deep into one of their necks, his claws piercing through hard bodies, and using his victim as his shield. His jaws are dripping blood, and his clothes are now soaked in it. He sends the last body hurling toward another group as they charge toward him, scattering them in different directions.

**** A Nyx Wraith lunged from the shadows, a blur of darkness, its dagger aimed straight for my throat. I twisted quickly, bringing my sword up just in time to counter it's dagger just in time. The clash of steel and shadow sent sparks flying, but the wraith vanished before I could land a killing blow. Hellhounds charged from the treeline, their bodies having shadow streaks that burnt like fire around their bodies, their snarl was loud as they came. My warriors net them head on, steak clashing with claws, fangs sinking into flesh, claws against claws, bodies colliding with brutal force.

They rest for a moment and left. Catherine went to the nearest pond and started practicing with the wooden sword. Hikaru saw her, he was carrying Destiny’s sword. He don’t know what is he feeling towards her. His heart was beating so fast and that time seems very slow when he's around her. He went closer to her. "You are doing well. Destiny would be glad if you practice with this.” Hikaru gave Catherine the sword Destiny has left. Catherine was surprised seeing the sword again. He holds the wooden sword and she was staring at the sword Hikaru handed.

sneered the swordsman, driving his blade mercilessly into the man’s back, piercing through to his belly. “My husband!” screamed the woman in anguish, clutching her daughter tightly as tears streamed down her face. The little girl’s wailing soon joined her mother’s cries, filling the night with sorrow. “Finish them all! I must return to Leader Huang,” the swordsman declared coldly, yanking his blade free from the lifeless body at his feet. The man wearing a black headband, emblazoned with two downward-curving golden lines, burst forward with lightning speed toward the circle of swordsmen who were besieging a lone warrior of the Sacred Dragon Sect.

Andrew's massive sword erupted with a white glow. Without hesitation, he roared and used the sword as a shield, pushing forward against the energy storm towards Soren. The vampire duke let out a distorted cry of shock. Andrew, with a fierce expression, drove Godslayer, now infused with holy light, directly into Soren's heart. "No!" Soren's mad screams exploded throughout the castle. His body first expanded, then suddenly burst apart, disintegrating into ashes. Andrew planted his sword into the ground, supporting himself as he gasped for breath.

She said to herself. She opened her mouth to speak, but before she could. Quillion unsheathed his sword, its blade humming with a brilliant light. “This ends here.” The Headmaster raises his sword, and his decorated Hunters move into an offensive formation. The battle surged through the chamber, each blow shaking the very walls. Quillion and Elder Mauritius’s combined strength is formidable, but the Hunter’s thick armor and silver weapons are as powerful. The pair knew they had to break the Hunter's formation.

“But there are levels to this game, Henrique.” I took a step forward. “Return the shipment you hijacked. Or be ready to be torn alive.” Henrique spat on the ground near my boot. He laughed, taunting me. “Go on. I dare you. Do your worst.” I tilted my head. “As you wish.” I didn’t even have to signal. The clearing erupted into a total disorder. Bodies collided; the sound of fists hitting the enemy’s flesh; the snarls of wolves filling the air.