Shirou Emiya Swords Novels & Stories

Keith glanced at his sword, a decision hardening in his eyes. Ember shone brighter than ever before, its form dissolving into pure, concentrated fire, splitting seamlessly into two blazing blades. A torrent of Sword Aura enveloped the weapons, and as he swung them outwards in a cross-body arc, the energy coalesced into the silhouette of a mighty, ethereal phoenix.

Whoosh! Rags' body glowed eerily as a terrific aura erupted away from his body, like there was a dazzling sun within unleashing waves of terrible sword flashes. The man himself was a sharp sword drawn, its edge at once deadly! "Look closely, Caleb! This is the Grand Death Slash—the signature Emperor-class sword technique of the Eternia Seminary!" Whoosh! He flew out rapidly right then, his sword flashes illuminating the skies like bolts of lightning as he danced through the ranks of his enemies and stabbed through them.

I need my sword. Reaching behind my back, I feel the cool, smooth texture of my marking shift beneath my fingers. There’s a brief moment where the ink pulses, almost as if it’s alive, before it solidifies into the hilt of my sword. I draw it out, feeling the familiar weight settle into my hand. The blade hums with energy, a glowing blue that pulses in time with my heartbeat. This sword is mine, a part of me, born of my blood and soul. Athena’s gift, forged from my very essence.

When Jacket was providing cover for him, Jim had already started forming a mystic technique, channeling all his spiritual power into the blade. In a moment, Jim's sword underwent a bizarre transformation. The entire long blade was now fiery red, flames engulfing it. The flames resembled lava, continuously dripping from the blade like flowing blood. Jim's momentum drastically changed; he looked like a Shura returned from hell. He stared fixedly at Sebastian, the flames on the blade reflecting in his pupils. For a moment, he truly seemed like a Shura returned from the abyss. "I'll take your life, in memory of my brother!"

Eryndor's Shadowing dagger seemed to dance in the moonlight, its dark blade slicing through the air with a haunting screee-ksss. Each strike landed with a thud-thwack-thoom, sending tremors through the troop's warriors. The troop's hearts raced as the violent zing-ting-zap of clashing daggers filled the field. The savages of warriors, fueled by fury and loyalty, clashed in a frenzy of arms and teeth. The ground grew slick with blood, the earthy smell mingling with the metallic tang of steel. Jack Wolf stood firm, his Moon-whisper spear shining with a soft, ethereal light. He parried Eryndor's strikes with a precision born of desperation, his movements a blur of speed and strength.

The sword he was holding had also been enhanced by the Sky General's Gold Talisman. He was perfectly matched against Emil's devilish saber. "Who are you? My blade will not kill a nameless devil!" Emil asked coldly as he crossed his arms arrogantly, holding his devilish saber.

Emily said to Eddie and Eddie smiled at her. "Give it up Emily, you are never going to win". Eddie said to Emily. "Never!". Emily yelled at him. Eddie and Emily were fighting in the air. Emily was also holding a sword but not as powerful as the ancient gladius. Emily kicked Eddie and Eddie landed from the sky with a loud thud. Eddie was weak, Emily landed beside him, ready to strike him with her sword but Eddie countered her with the ancient gladius. Eddie fired her with lightning and fire which hit her so bad that she wailed.

Every warrior had the chance of gaining a Soul beast, although, they don't have to choose the Soul, it choose them, if they had a Soul beast that was more stronger than they can contain, it would tear their mind apart. It was a privilege to share something in common with the gods. "Am set" Emi said, pulling his dagger into its sheath that hanged from his waist. Emi feeling charged, his hand glowing, he hit hard into the air, at impact the wind furiously sucked them into itself. At the other part, they stood in what could be referred as The most beautiful world but

Facing the danger of trouble, Zhiluan immediately flew to a big tree in the distance. "Clang!" A clear sound was heard. In midair, a cyan Immortal's Sword was flying. It was Luo Shangyan who wielded her Shadow Sword. Perfected Immortal Zixu, who was the Sect Leader of the Three Pure Sect, gave the sword to her. Now the sword was flying around her, continually emitting waves of green light. It ranked next to the Stifled Light, but the sword was still not an ordinary one. "Clang!" There came another clear sound. Yu Yifeng also unsheathed his Startling Rainbow Sword, the whole body of which was red. It ranked only second to the Unsullied Sword.

My fingers are on my chin as I crouched and looked at it. The cover or the sheath was silver with a few pints of gold, I don't understand the engravings etched on it. Because of my curiosity, I held it and released it from its sheath. Unlike other sword, its blade was bluish and silver, the handle was wood in color and the cover was glass. It was not as heavy as it look. I lifted it up and swayed it... Imagining I was a samurai fighting some bad guys. I chuckled.