Soul Eater Ragnarok Sword Novels & Stories

Brrrt… His peach wood sword vibrated instantly, the wood suddenly peeling off like sand being blown away, revealing a metal sword with a surface as reflective as a mirror! Caleb and the others froze—the wooden sword that Rags always carried around actually had something special hidden all along! Clang! At the same time, Rags' sword hummed as it unleashed an even scarier sword aura, causing the earth to rumble! The very air was blurring in distortion, leaving all those around dumbstruck and running away! "I sealed my sword when I failed to reach the Sword Emperor," Rags breathed quietly as he gazed upon it. "Now, let my sword erupt one last time, when Rags Scholar the Sword Exalt once lorded

He slammed right into a large stone wall, his body trembling. “H-How could I be injured? It shouldn’t be… ugh! This sword!” The little dragon realized that the sword piercing his body was the Dragon Conqueror’s Sword—a sword capable of draining a dragon’s blood—but how could the Blood Sect possess it? He recognized the person who owned this sword; the little dragon’s expression changed as he stared at the Eighth Elder. “Da Bo, is that you?” the little dragon shouted, staring at the Eighth Elder, who was smiling broadly.

Platinum that fit her finger perfectly, with a one carat teal gemstone sitting atop. Tears spilled down her cheeks as Drago rose from his knees. He gently cupped the back of her neck, pulling her into a deep,passionate kiss.

The crowd could feel that the heat and cold had collided while looking at the swords on the stage. “Let me introduce to you the Blaze Wild Sword and the Deadly Glaze Sword. Blaze Wild Sword is a must be suggested for the people who had fire attributes and were accustomed to fire. The Deadly Glaze Sword is for the people who had Ice attributes. These swords are made by a Grade 5 Novice Armament Master.” Lark Oz said while showing them the swords that Luna had made.

"What the- what is this?" Minos yelled. He looked over to Rei, whose hands were now holding on to the handle of the sword hanging on his belt. "Hold it." Cassana snapped. A faint yellow light now emanates from the gem. A floating luminous circle, humming and riddled with runes, was hovering above it. The same identical circle was also wrapped around Rei's right arm. As Cassana pulled the staff lower, the circle around Rei became tighter. "A sorcerer!" Minos, again stating the obvious.

Eliza inquired, her face calm. She had placed too much faith in this creature. Ragnuk, of course, was not a weakling. However, his matchup was unfavourable. Perhaps he could have won if he had fought Henry. His hellfire was powerful enough to burn through Henry's different defences, yet it was nothing more than normal fire against the person who carries the phoenix's stigmata. [Name- Eliza Kraus Age- 19 Race- Human Title- Swift Sword Class- Bladedancer

She lifted it to her lips and kissed the back of it gently. "Your Highness," Aurora said softly, her voice barely above a whisper. The king looked down at her, his expression unreadable. As Aurora knelt before Ragnar, her eyes caught sight of the sword that hung from his waist. It was a beautiful weapon, the hilt encrusted with diamonds and the blade polished to a shine. The sight of it reminded her of her father, who had always carried a sword with him wherever he went. She couldn't help but feel a pang of homesickness.

But, unfortunately, very deadly too, so Rion often found himself left with no other choice than to kill them. The lizard narrowed his eyes at him. Especially at his sword. Rion knew all kinds of spirit weapons frightened demons. Spirit sword infused with pure spirit energy from the wielder. The stronger the wielder is, the stronger the sword, too. Rion swung the sword in the air twice. It thrummed in sync with his energy. "Sorry. I'll make it quick and less painful for you."

“No! You are wrong, I was yours… what am I even saying? I was never yours, and I will never—” My words died down as I felt his lips impossibly close to mine the anger in his eyes hardening making fear and panic clog me. “You’re testing me Lyra! I am very possessive of my belongings, I won’t have anyone messing with them. If anyone has a death wish, then I dare him to as much as stare at you, I won’t hesitate to end lives.” He states with pure menace. “I am not afraid of you Sage, I have never been and we both know that,” I say inaudibly.

The silence stretched for only a moment. “Pass this.” He heard Caden say to Ragnar, and moments later, he saw something shift in the low light between the bars. Ragnar passed him a dagger. “It’s made of silver and infused with wolfsbane. Send it right into his heart when you get the chance. Be patient and true, or else we’re all screwed and your prissy mate becomes fodder for starving soldiers,” Caden instructed gravely.