Soul Eater Ragnarok Sword Novels & Stories

Madam Amelia asked. “My plan was to render her powers useless.” I diplomatically said. Though, as I did, I felt the copper dagger I had bought with me. The one I was going to stab into her heart. The real answer, yes, I was going to kill her daughter. Madam Amelia seemed to know this as she nodded her head at me.

Ragnar held a short sword similar to the one I had used the other day. I took it from him, the tip immediately dipping toward the ground. Swords were still much heavier than I had imagined. I had hoped that after my practice the day before, I would have gained some magical strength to heft one around, but clearly, that wasn't happening. "Okay, so first, try not to point the sword at the ground when you're actively in combat," Ragnar said, covering my hand with his and pointing it up as if it weighed nothing. "I'm trying," I grunted, using two hands to point the sword up.

This was where I met him—Ragnar, the rogue I’d fed coins and secrets to for years, my shadow, my blade in the dark. I pushed through the creaking door, my eyes adjusting to the dim light, my heart racing as Ragnar stepped forward, his hulking frame scarred, his yellow eyes gleaming with hunger. Not Darius, the warrior I’d pitched to Marcus, but Ragnar, a rogue so vile even the BloodMoon pack shunned him. He was my secret weapon, loyal only to my gold, my promises. “Veron,” he growled, his voice rough, his claws flexing. “What’s the job?”

"Demonstration. Strength shown, not spilled." Torvald considered. His gaze slid to Kara. She gave the smallest nod. "Very well," he rumbled. "Rorik." His son dismounted, rolling broad shoulders. He was younger than Damien by perhaps five years, but built like a siege engine, movements deliberate and powerful. Damien glanced at Ronan. "You." Ronan grinned, fierce and eager, and swung down from his saddle. He carried no shield, only a longsword sheathed across his back. Rorik drew his own blade, broader, double-edged, hilt wrapped in black leather.

For the handle, he took a piece of frozen wood and infused it with his flame before modeling it with his Ax into a crude pair or grips, he didn't have any form of glue but was pleasantly surprised that his fire made the whole thing hold in one piece. The final product ended being an ugly pitch-black shortsword with light-blue energy similar to souls in agony coming from its blade. When he took it to examine it further, he got a notification: [Item created!]: [Death infused sword.] Attack +3 Dexterity +2 Agility +1 Passive effect: [Soul reaper]: The Death infused sword automatically collects the souls killed by its blade to strengthening itself. Its master will absorb part of the spiritual fo

The man said as his fighting spirit rose. “Let's fight far from here.” Ding Bang said as he looked at everyone's scared face. “Why? Are you afraid that these weak maggots got implicated?” The man smirked. He raised his right hand up in the air, a majestic black sword with dragon engraved on it appeared. Mysterious words were written on its blade up to its hilt. Its sharp edge shines in cold luster with faint diamond aura surrounding it. An indication that his sword was a Triple S rank item.

0** *(Thunder Crown Forged – Soulbound)* - **Type:** Legendary Katana (Evolves w/ User) - **Damage:** 15,000-25,000 Base (Scales w/ Storm Charge: +10,000/sec) - **Special:** - **Lightning Drink:** Absorbs any energy attack; converts to user MP (+200% efficiency). - **Storm Spit:** Releases absorbed power as targeted cataclysm (Drowns Gods; AoE: 10km). - **Deep Script Edge:** Cuts contracts, souls, realities (Ignores 100% Immortal Resistance). - **Crown Synergy:** +500% vs. Death Lords/Underworld (Post-Xibalba Upgrade). - **Passive:** User immune to blade backlash; sings when blood is near. - **Durability:** Indestructible (Self-Repairs via Thunder)

A swordsman suddenly appeared and fought fiercely with the despot. the king then turned into a giant dragon demon, with a very terrible and terrible power. The dragon demon fought by destroying everything nearby into rubble. The battle between the swordsman and the giant demon lasted for three days and three nights with the sky continuing to be black, at the end of their battle. With the remaining strength of the swordsman, the giant demon finally succeeded in being sealed and turned into a sword with a terrible aura.

There wasn’t much of anything in her gaze to be honest and it scared Tamara. “You remove that fucking sword you better keep hold of it you hear me! You foolish creatures, I know you are just searching for treasure. A way to profit in your short miserable lives.” Her voice was sharp and her face now held anger in it. Tamara thought she was going to break her jaw with how hard she was holding it, it was painful. She wanted her to let go. “If Surt gets that sword and control of my brother Ragnarok will start do you understand me?” The woman hissed a bit and Tamara just wanted her to let go.

I said softly and Grace patted my cheek and told me to just swing it around with my intention and the blade would do the rest. "You'll have to at least ask Sagon to go with you. He's been to all the realms being the former left hand and can direct you," Mortas said firmly and I grunted. I hugged my mother, daughter, and Grace, telling them I was going and to wish me triumph. Mortas grinned and nodded at me holding Grace's sword as I thought of Sagon and appeared before him in hell. He was standing with Lucifer and both of them looked at me oddly with Grace's sword in hand. I quickly explained what was going on and Lucifer's eyes narrowed.