Shattered Sword Novels & Stories

And I did not know what to do. I let my dark energy flow through me, unleashing it on the practice dummy in front of me. Shadows lashed out, tearing through the straw and burlap, shredding it into pieces. I did not stop. I kept going, pouring my fear and frustration into the attack, watching the dummy crumble under the assault. "Sage." Cass's voice cut through my focus. I turned to see him standing in the doorway, his arms crossed over his chest. He looked at the remains of the dummy, then back at me. "You have ruined that dummy down to the dust. Is that not enough, or do you need another one?"

Ignoring the looks of horror right under him as he looked downward, Caleb raised the Guardian high up in the air and swung it downward again! World Burial Sword, Third Style—Skybreaker! Boom! The huge, bulky greatsword shone dazzlingly as it unleashed a shockwave that could destroy the world! The Alliance, Danmarch, and Nistral youths all felt as if a mountain was dropped on their heads, the terrible shockwave from the sword reducing their bodies to puffs of bloody mists instantly!

Using his initial surprise, I swung my sword overhead and came down in a vertical slice. I watched in shock as he caught my sword. He held onto it and I heard the metal start to crack. My sword broke but I used the broken sword and thrust it into his stomach that was now open, his hands still raised in the air holding the piece of my sword. Roaring, he stumbled back, clutching his stomach.

He can’t even find a shoulder when he’s shattered, when he’s mourning. “I’m sorry," I said again, fighting back my tears… He frowns harder. “What the hell are you sorry for?” “For not seeing any of this before today.” I point at the bottles, at the frame, at him, but my hand feels slow, like it’s moving through water. “You look like complete shit, Steve. Not the normal tough-guy look you always have when you’re trying to scare people or fuck me. The real broken kind of shit.

My cracked blade gave a sickening, high-pitched SNAP. The top half of my sword flew off into the dark abyss, spinning out of sight. Before I could recover my balance, the lead guard raised its massive, iron-shielded fist and slammed it straight into the center of my chest. The blow hit me like a cannonball. I was thrown backward through the air, my body sliding ten feet across the slick obsidian floor before crashing hard against the very end of the stone walkway. My head cracked against the stone ledge, setting off a blinding explosion of white stars behind my eyes.

The blade gleamed with a brilliant silver light, its edge shimmering with a promise of sharpness. The blood sword! I exclaimed internally, astonished by the fact that I had successfully conjured the legendary weapon known to be wielded by a valiant warrior from Cairos—a neighboring nation to Springgan. Apollo had shared stories about it, expressing his dream to create such a weapon one day. Empowered by the gauntlet, I held the blood sword with ease. The blade's edge gleamed, a testament to its lethal potential. Just as the icy shield surrounding me shattered, the dominus seized the opportunity to consume me. Its jaws opened wide as it lunged towards me. Reacting swiftly, I positioned the sw

He brought it down in one savage arc. Kyle raised a single finger. The sword stopped an inch above his head, frozen in place, as if time itself had hesitated. Caelum strained, veins bulging, but the weapon wouldn’t move. Kyle tilted his head, eyes gleaming black. “You should’ve stayed hidden. This world is not yours to conquer.” He flicked his hand. The sword shattered into fragments of molten gold that dissolved into mist. Caelum stumbled back, panting, his divine aura flickering. “What are you?” he whispered.

With a sudden surge of power, Sable lunged forward, swinging the sword with all her might. The blade sliced through the air, cutting through the evil with a resounding clash. The clash reverberated throughout the cathedral, sending shards of malevolence scattering across the floor. The evil entity recoiled, shocked by Sable's defiance. Its form faltered, momentarily disrupted by the light emanating from the sword. Weakened and vulnerable, it pressed back against the encroaching evil, desperately attempting to regain its strength.

Chamuel suddenly asked. “Impossible. The Sword was broken into three pieces and scattered throughout the Earth. It’s definitely not the Flaming Sword.” Azrael replied, making Chamuel breathe a sigh of relief. The Flaming Sword was the equivalent of the ultimate weapon. It could cut through the fabric of reality itself and slice through anything. The Flaming Sword was so powerful that it had to be broken and scattered throughout the reaches of Earth, never to be brought back together. Even the scabbard was separated from the Sword. If the Sword were repaired, it would still not be whole without its scabbard.

2 meters, but the sword shadow unleashed was huge and boundless with unprecedented force, as if a large civil aircraft had rushed out of Alex’s back. Wham! Clang! Poof! Donovan spat a mouthful of blood and paled. It was because the great sword, the God Slayer, which he treated like a precious treasure, was broken!