Soul Sword Novels & Stories

Andrius simply said, “Come at me.” Marco placed one hand behind his back while the other formed a hand sign with his index and middle fingers pointed to the sky. “Come, my sword—” Whoosh! In an instant, a magnificent sword energy appeared out of thin air, slashing toward Andrius with unstoppable momentum. It had to be said that the Nascent Soul stage was formidable. The sword energy that was summoned made Andrius shiver. It was a far cry from the one that Theo had displayed earlier. Swish!

After she had ran away from the pack, she didn’t expect to run so far into the territory of the Blood Moon pack. ‘It’s just my luck’ She frowned. What would she do if Blake agreed to the trade? She would have to return to her pack. She would have to continue being his doormat and he could continue being the arrogant, narcissist devil that she thought him to be. Alas, she had no other way out. Ruax had gotten a meeting arranged for that very evening. He was excited as a child, he could not wait to get his hands on that little stone. The hearthstone was usually acquired by huge packs as it would be used as a way to punish souls who did them wrong. They would trap the soul into the stone and it

"This is our barbed spike. It's a little different from the barbed creatures on this planet—ours is made of a stronger material and can cut through most prey or enemies." "It looks like a thin sword." Cleona squinted. "Is that what you use for killing?" "Sometimes." Bobby raised his arm and turned his wrist. "It's very crude and is usually our last defense. A 'Do or Die' weapon." He pointed the said weapon at Galene. "I can't feel hers beneath the skin—except at the elbow, so I think her spike has snapped off—or was sawn off. That's quite a feat—this is ten times stronger than bone. It also doesn't grow back." Bobby shot Galene a sympathetic glance.

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.

Bound by the Soul-Oath, bound by duty, and bound by the ghosts of their past. --- The afternoon sun was high when the final match of the tournament began. The crowd roared as two soldiers faced off, their swords raised in a show of strength. But as the battle raged on, Selene felt a disturbance in the air—a shift in Kael’s energy that tugged at her like a magnetic force.

I mumbled frightened. “We won’t.” he said synpathically, reaching out for me and gently pulling me to his chest. “I’m sorry.” He whispered, before his phone light blinked... then died. I became more frightened. I reached for something. Anything, just need to ease my tensed heart. Eventually, I gripped something soft. Held it tight—like it was the only thing tethering me to earth. “Awch!”. He let out pained, before the light got retored. I almost yelled out, seeing what I've been holding on to.

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.

Zephyr Khan's mind once again burst out a powerful force. "Swoosh!" An illusory Soul Long Sword quietly slashed toward the red phantom of Fighting Soul. "Boom!" The illusory Fighting Soul was suppressed by Zephyr Khan's spirit, and was immediately pushed back by the long sword. After that! It raised its head and roared. Its essences had become even more terrifying! The more he fought! The stronger the battle essences were! This was the violent Fighting Soul! "Swoosh!" Zephyr Khan was not afraid of this. Instead, it released a majestic sword Focus through the soul Focus.

Such peculiar treasures were exceedingly rare. While techniques such as Purevoid Sect's Violet Thunder Struck or Tobias's Soul Devouring Nail could inflict harm to the soul, the concept of a single weapon capable of simultaneously attacking the soul, attainment level, and lifespan was unprecedented. With skillful use, Severin believed that the sword could provide some very unexpected results. With a wave of his hand, he placed the small sword back into the sea of energy. He quelled his excitement and took some time to assess the gains he had just made.

He lacked inner peace. He inhaled the vinous smoke as the corner of his lips twitched in a sad smile. His eyes deceived him being moist and a lone tear slipped down his face on the sand. The sand sucked the water as soon as it fell on it, and he wondered if his pain disappeared in thin air like that. He breathed out a puff of smoke through his nose and mouth. Looking up at the sky with the sad smile plastered on his face he spoke up, "Why so hatred for me, ya Rab?"