Sonic Excalibur Sword Novels & Stories

Ezekiel's longbow had clear color and along with the clear color, fire and water droplets were scattered. Maximo had a pure black long sword, however, when you look closer, his name was embedded in it and with every swing he makes, fire came out of the sword. The tip of the sword was also pointy. Sirene had two thin swords on her hands and it has beautiful designs embedded in them. Every swing she makes, a yellow glow came out of her swords, and the wind was strangely following her sword, Also, fire came out of her two thin swords that made the wind hotter. Hector had the same size as Maximo's sword. This time, it was pure white and a strange design that matched the sword was embedded in it.

“This is a fine sword! It sure has remarkable craftsmanship!” Bruce exclaimed. Although the sword bore no special likeness, Bruce Starr could tell it was of divine make. As he inspected the blade, Bruce sent some of his energy into the weapon, hoping to test its power. In an instant, the blade roared, and almost immediately started to violently shake in his hand.

"Battle raged on across the continent, until finally, Markelus faced off with Eon. He drove his sword to the tyrant's heart, and killed him. Henceforth he became known as the Godslayer, and his weapon, the-" "Sword of the Godslayer." Minos swung his arms sidewards, like a musician that just delivered a heartwarming ballad. "So you're not really after my father, you're after the sword." "Yes." "You could have just said that." "Where's the fun in that?" "The only one who had fun in this room was you." Cassana glanced at Rei, who gave her an affirmative nod. "I hope you're not planning to be a bard, because you are terrible at it."

“Stand back. All of you.” Zadicus ordered seriously, extending his out as a black sword summoned, into Zadicus’ hands. The purest black sword with a ruby affixed on the handle. Maroon flames emit from it slightly, extremely thin but longer than an average sword. Asserting 'His' dominance. “There it is, the extinct sword- Crimson Malevolence.” Daphne whispered, gulping hard when Zadicus summoned his sword. To say they were flabbergasted would be an understatement. It was the darkest sword in history; saying it holds souls in them and its bearer can hear screams of the souls trapped in it.

Ding Xinghua and Ding Xingyun held the eldest prince and asked worriedly, "Big brother... How do you feel?" The 8th prince's sword pierced through his chest and struck his vitals. Moreover the sword was a divine weapon known as the "Time Freezing Sword" which could control time; it contained an extremely destructive power. If it struck an enemy's body, it could instantly manipulate its blood. The speed was tens of millions of times faster than the flow of time; an expert would swiftly turn into ashes.

She said don’t worry I will heal you. He asked what made you stand on the sword and felt comfortable. I couldn’t answer I just looked at him. He said my son don’t you ever underestimate the power of the bully sword. Whatever it wants to do no man or power can stop it. Do you know that a bully sword can repair itself in case it breaks? If it breaks the command, it to repair itself and it would obey your command. Daddy s it possible for someone to have access to the bully sword? No, the bully sword has been specially designed in the celestial word for only chanters. It is not easy for someone somewhere to get it.

The short sword shot at Chu Xun with lightning-quick intensity with a trail of black glitters tailing after it. "Psychokinesis!" Chu Xun's eyes gleamed with desire. He could see that this short sword was a Sacred Relic – one especially for the use of psychic powers – and he had never seen anything like that before on Earth. The short sword came at Chu Xun in the just blink of an eye and slashed viciously at him. Chu Xun summoned his powers. His fist glowed purplish in an instant and he frantically swatted at the short sword.

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.

’ everybody assumed impatiently. Tension of the crowd was aroused in alarm, their hearts raced with unwelcoming anticipation. Finally, a figure emerged from the huge waves as a victor, the sword of Eryndor– Eryndor, exhausted but triumphant, his Conch shell still clutched in his hand.

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.