Soul Eater Ragnarok Sword Novels & Stories

Somehow, they had locked into another standoff. Ragnar's amber pupils snapped into narrow slits. Dense dark energy coiled around his massive body. Andrew felt sharp pain prickling across his skin. He knew this aura far too well. It was the power of Fenrir, the First Werewolf Progenitor, devouring everything in its path. Without hesitation, the black and crimson glow faded from Andrew's greatsword. In its place, blazing white holy light erupted, and he slashed forward. Ragnar roared as the holy light struck him head-on, sending him rolling across the ground for over 100 feet. Explosions crackled across his body as burns spread everywhere.

He said coldly, "It just so happens that I still have one last space for a main soul in my Thousand-Soul Flag!" Severin remarked sarcastically, "That would have to depend on whether you can survive this." When he finished speaking, he unleashed his level four supreme paragon aura that resonated with the Oculus Blade within his inner world. In an instant, a formidable sword enveloped his being, transforming him into a humanoid-like sword that radiated with a dazzling sword beam.

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.

Sekora asked. “You will be able to recognize them by the symbols on the hilt, first there is the Tsunami sword recognizable by the wave, next is the Earth breaker sword represented by broken earth, next is the Shadow sword represented by a ghost, next is the Sun saber represented by a sun, next is the Phoenix Wing sword recognized by wings, next is the Speed sword represented by a rabbit and finally there is the Power sword represented by a bull.” D2 replied going back to the lighter tone of voice.

Killing those who were supposed to be some of the best fighters in the pack always bought about a sense of happiness, knowing I was one step closer to being able to seek my revenge. In the ten years I had been living as a rouge the thought of actually meeting my mate was something which had crossed my mind on a couple of occasions, but they were brushed to the side as quickly as they came. At almost twenty-eight I had pretty much accepted that I was never going to find my other half and, even if I did find him now, then I would be sure to reject him. "Well, well, well, if it isn't the infamous rogue," one of the males chuckled when they finally came to a stop where I was readying myself.

The image haunted my mind as he drove his dagger into the rogue's neck and dark blood split from the open wound. Blinking back the tears, I tried to ignore the rogue's face. She was beautiful. Dark hair, blue eyes and pale skin. She was so scared because she knew she was going to die. The desperate look in her eyes as she stared at me the same moment my father killed her. Jolting up from sleep, I found myself reeling from the nightmare I'd had a thousand times before. Except for this time, it seemed much worse. Moving my legs over the edge of my bed, I sat up straighter and grabbed my jeans, before pulling them on.

Raphael replied, "I do not plan to annihilate or conquer a race or anyone except Roosevelt, what I will do instead is forge an alliance between me and each race, just like the pact I want to propose to you, wolf." I demanded, "What pact exactly." He smirked, "Annihilating Roosevelt together, and serving me." Mars snapped, "You expect us to serve you? Who do you think you are?" Raphael gripped his sword, he looked seconds from unsheathing it, his fingers locked the hilt, I could witness frozen tendrils of mist bleeding out. "You nearly forced me to draw frostbite" So Raphael’s sword is called Frostbite Blade. The blade is long, straight, pale blue like glacier ice. It doesn’t shine. It drinks

he said, and then added, “I will make some phone calls to arrange our trip. You take the rest of the day to rest and heal. We will depart whenever you are ready to go.” Elena nodded her head. She had never thought this could go so smoothly. She was now cheered up. “Thank you,” she said, and then asked, “By the way, can I borrow some of your weapons? I saw some guns and daggers which can be hidden under clothes in the workshop.” Ragnar nodded his head. He specifically designed those weapons for assassination as not all his rogues were strong enough for head-on confrontations. Sometimes, the weaker wolves can achieve bigger aims as long as they get the right equipment.

Dax's attitude blew Rogart’s top! With that, Rogart wasted no time in the inconsequential talk and slowly raised his right hand. Soon, a strange, long sword appeared in his hand. The sword was sharp on one side and had a row of jagged teeth with a golden halo around it on the other side. This was Rogart’s personal weapon and it was called the Heaven Failing Sword; it was bestowed upon him by the Nine Heaven Emperor. As soon as he took out the sword, the wind around him whistled, and the temperature dropped in an instant.

In just a few moments, a blade appeared in front of everyone. It was the Broken Soul Sword. If anyone was to look at it closer, they would see that seals were floating around the Broken Soul Blade. Raising an eyebrow, Raul used his divine senses to look into the blade, and he was shocked to notice that immense energy was circulating the blade. It was obviously not going to be easy to deal with.