Shirou Emiya Swords Novels & Stories

Bladed energy's entire body was golden, carrying endless killing intent. A huge figure slowly appeared behind Star Sword Emperor. It was an unparalleled emperor. It wore a Dragon Shadow Divine Robe, and its eyes were full of emperor's power. It held a peerlessly sharp emperor sword in the hand.

Now that everything was ready, everyone got into position. Kirou's first opponent was the warrior. Equipped with a kite shield and a sword, the warrior stood before Kirou in a ready stance. Kirou said nothing as he took out a pair of knives from his inventory. While most of the group thought Kirou either lacked a better weapon to select or chose poorly, both Blade Warlord and Shiroa thought differently.

After saying that, Kyo Chiba turned the sword into a bolt of lightning and cut straight at Xuanyuan Lige's face. Kishi Sato and Takeda Inamoto had worked with Kyo Chiba for many years and they knew each other very well. The moment Kyo Chiba took out his sword, they also drew their swords. The swords light and the Sword Qi of Kyo Chiba were mixed together, covering the whole world, leaving no gap. If Xuanyuan Lige was still at the early stage of the Saint Realm, she would probably be seriously injured by this blow.

He’s smiling as he does so and Cain’s voice surfaces in my head again. “When Lycans war, the lands shake.” Rhys spreads his fingers and that green energy forms a phantom sword. Raymel nods and does something that sends my heart racing. “Catch.” The swords shoot out like rockets and me yelping is all it takes for me to fall back into the water and land on my butt. Raymel’s swords fly through the air so smoothly and delicately you’d consider them a work of art. I would have if they weren’t bent on killing Rhys.

The sword, Ebony Shade, shot forward and clashed with Emma. Emma now possessed the combat power equivalent to a level eight fighter. Despite the difference in strength, Adrian's Ebody Shade was not only able to hold its ground but it also managed to weaken Emma. Wide-eyed, Thalia exclaimed, "What sword is that?" Adrian's gaze remained on the Dragon Dial as he calmly stated, "It's the sword that you'd never want to come across." As her soul burned, Emma lost almost all her sanity. However, the little awareness she retained warned her that if she continued the fight with this sword, it would sap away all of her strength.

How infuriating. She wanted Chase to understand the consequences of enraging her. She clenched her teeth as she shot out numerous shots using nine of her flying swords. They were all targeted at Chase. The swords looked like they were flying forward in a mess, but there was a rhythm to the sword aura. Every sword shot out 108 sword auras. Thirty-six of them were Divine Sword Aura while 72 of them were Hellish Sword Aura. This was why the sword technique was deemed as 'Universal'.

He was quite amused that she didn't panicked or tried to create a scene after knowing his real identity but he was sure that she won't do it, knowing her nature and issues with Emotions. Everything is going exactly the way he wants. "Choose whichever sword you want..." He said pushing himself up from the wall. Eira looked at him and then to the swords, all were looking heavy and big. She needed one which she can carry with ease and play with it. Getting closer to the section she picked up the one but it was heavier than she expected it to be, she was unable to lift it up. Placing it back in its place she stepped forward and picked up the light weighted sword, slim and Easy to fight with.

To think that his master's sword will be pointing at her is something she would never imagine. "You don't have to do this." Amari was shaking. She was holding her sword and about to draw it. But her hand were shaking she can't do it---no she has to. Shakingly she drew her sword. The Aquarius relic replica sword, given by Alkhun. She just made a promise and she knew she have to hold on to it. "Very well. Defeat me and you win." After saying this nerom immediately disappeared out of thin air.

Silence and emptiness had mended the crips of the birds. Ejima rested her hands on her sling as she roamed the narrow path. As a novice in the shrine, she was not allowed to wear a sword, but that does not mean she was harmless. She was a sling master and could cause twice the damage as any good sword. War was not something anyone in their right senses would wish for. She has not seen one herself but she’d heard too many scary tales from her husband to desire one. The hunger, the killings, and the tragedy. It was too heavy a mental picture to draw, let alone wishing for one. The gods forbid we have wars in this harvest period. Ejima prayed as she rounded the narrow path and into the village