Soul Calibur Soul Edge Sword Novels & Stories

On the pavilion floor lay a sword carved with a dragon, and standing on it was the man who had shouted. He stooped slightly, breath ragged; his eyes were bloodshot, bulging as if they might pop from their sockets. Through gritted teeth he thought, 'Xiu Jian is a damned wretch! I can’t even burn his sword!' Indeed, the trembling, furious man was Huang Fu, and the blade beneath his boot was the Sacred Dragon Sword. He had tried to set the sword aflame—yet not only did the flames refuse to take, the fuel he poured seemed to be absorbed and vanished, drying as if swallowed by the metal itself.

It smelled of damp stone, old hay, and solitude. Makil was already there, warming up with a series of fluid stretches that further betrayed his training. He wore similar clothes to yesterday, and two practice longswords were thrust into the ground at the center of the yard. Leigh arrived silently, a shadow detaching from the deeper shadows of the archway. She'd re-braided her hair tightly. She said nothing, simply walked to the center, pulled one sword from the earth, and tested its weight. "No rules," Makil said, pulling the other. "First to yield, or be disarmed."

" There must be a loophole, there is always one " " There may be one " " What is it ? " Celea asked exited to finally get to hear the answer to the question she always wanted to know " Your father's sword " " Do you mean the one he stabbed my father with ? " Celea asked referring to when the devil had stabbed her father right in front of her at the war " No, there is another one " " So where can I find it ? " " When the sun and moon will meet again, you will know the answer "

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.

Our punishment has not ended. I soon caught up with my sister, as the rate of my growth had started to slow. It was time to end this fight. I swiped away Mattie's sword knocking her back a bit. I might be mirroring her, but I do have the [Absolute Emperor Callum Darcey's Raiden Swordsmanship]. It is just one swordsmanship that I would gain on my journey. One that I had complete perfection in. I held the sword in front of me. With two fingers, I slowly slid them up the blade, causing it to glow a bright blue.

It is rumoured that the dragon sword's aura eliminates the regeneration of beings . " T-This... What are you doing? Kill her already!" Scarlett shouted, impatiently. Her nervousness overjoyed me to kill more of her remaining knights. I unsheathed another sword which was called Soul reaper. The mysterious sword that Drystan gave me before going into the battlefield. " Thanks to him, I can wipe out even the souls of these pathetic blood suckers," I cursed, slashing off the last black hood knight's head. His soul evaporated leaving only the dust of ashes.

Snow Cecy felt that this kind of knife edge and the Scalpel cut out of the knife edge have a match. "It's a Butterfly knife." Terrence Edwin took out the Butterfly knife in his pocket and said, "Edward has been studying how to kill me for several years i! I'm glad he didn't hurt you with this knife." If he did such a thing, the consequences would be unimaginable. "How dare he!" Snow Cecy shouted angrily, "He plays with the Butterfly knife, but I also play with the Scalpel. My Scalpel is sharper than this. If he is really not afraid of death, he can try..."

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.

Caleb sighed emotionally. "You're so amazing." Soless was even more shocked. "You're way more impressive—you're the first to not twitch from the pressure of my aura, let alone kneel." Putting away the Skymoon Blade, she stared at Caleb with a twinkling gaze. "Now, try and see if you can release your sword aura perfectly." "Okay." Caleb nodded, picking up the bulky Dharmic Cutter, but he stared at Soless while holding the hilt, not doing anything.

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.