Soverign Sword Novels & Stories

“Of course! She wanted to raise the swords!” “A sword is the king of soldiers. How much blade aura would be condensed if so many divine swords were gathered and buried inside the sword grave? It’d be simply unimaginable. And, the blade aura could help her raise a peerlessly divine sword!” Alex asked, “What kind of sword is that?” Lena said, “I heard my mother mention it before. Rumor has it that Saria Zomer’s plan to raise the sword was actually a success! The sword that she raised belonged to her brother-in-law. It’s called... the Godslayer!”

He looked at the Demonic Sword of Nine Serenities that had completely lost its luster and was both shocked and angry. The Demonic Sword of Nine Serenities was a divine weapon that he was proud of. It was even a treasure of the whole Everlasting Sea Area. Ao Yi's father had specially given it to him to show off. On the one hand, he could suppress the Fu family, on the other hand, he could show off his strength and show off his muscles, so that the Fu family could be easily tamed.

“So… Kronos. Who exactly are you? Why were you so sure about the Spirit Sword King’s sword?” “You don’t need to know.” He replied and nudged his glasses. Right, that doesn’t prove he’s stronger than Kuroyuki Shiroha. “If you had some more advanced, more powerful weapons, why did you gave me junk? Are those even junk?” “Two double-edged swords, a broad-axe, and two longswords. Right… even though they are junks, the weapons you broke costs you 3.6 million CIC. ‘Once broken, consider sold’, I believe you need to pay me the money for the compensation.” (CIC is the money value for Central Imperial Island, also the most expensive money.)

But his blue eyes held a wicked light, and his lips fought a curl of smug satisfaction. “Princess Diandreliera of Uyan Taesil,” Rivyn announced gravely. “Although the Fae Court is not prepared at this time to mobilise against the Queen Clareath’s takeover of Uyan Taesil, we recognise and honour your efforts on behalf of the brethren there. As such, I, Rivyn Nae Ederne, offer you my sword,” he produced the sword from the air with a flourish that drew exclamation even from the jaded courtiers. “This is Intuin Desparen, the Heart Blade.”

Dream-silk threads erupted from the fang, snaring riders and horses alike, winding into unbreakable knots of starlight. Vera strode forward, dagger aloft. Lucien flanked her, claws extended. The imperial line halted in whether, breath caught between awe and terror. Their captains pressed gauntlets to foreheads, voices trembling as they saw the Dream Sovereign’s power—and the wolf’s unwavering guard. “Lay down your arms!” Vera’s voice boomed across the plateau. “Yield to the star’s justice!” A battalion commander—helmet crested with Gamma sigils—stepped forward, lance lowered. He tilted his helm. “The empire… falters under your song.” His voice shook. “We will stand aside.”

Watching us like a single gust whispered, then darkness came. The light gave a tiny shake before vanishing completely. Ronan tensed beside me, his arm tightening my shoulders. “who's there?” he called out, his voice was low but sharp enough to cut grass. The lingering showdown stepped forward, showing a tall woman, with silver streaked hair and eyes that glow faint in the dark. It was not , it was one of his pack. “Alpha,” she said, bowing her head gently. “The song called to me, I felt the Sovereign power awaken.”

The man with the long sword ran to him as quickly as he could and was forcing his sword to stab the neck of the man in front of him. Lixien stepped up and took the sword he was resolute in holding using her power and she held it blade with her index finger and middle finger. The sword shook and the blade crumbled into pieces. Suddenly, in the middle of the commotion, the soldiers who didn’t sense her presence, kneeled and shouted. “May you live in longevity and may the god bless you, Your Majesty; the Empress.”

"The sword was one of my prized possessions, so take proper care of it. It belonged to one of my closest friends. I never expected him to hand it over to someone like you." "Don't act sad or something! You are well aware that you are the one who caused my father's demise, and you will be held accountable..." Slejj sprang to his feet and charged straight at Alicia. With his monstrous muscles, he made a huge fist and ignored the sword pointing at his chest. He moved in as if begging to be impaled by it. Alicia was taken aback by his sheer ignorance to the blade, and she wondered what had gotten into him; was it what she said?

It was filled with copper, silver and gold royals, all to help supply them while they sought out allies. After Boro said his farewell and accepted the money, he quickly made himself busy checking out the two pack horses. He wanted to give Littume and Lord Jetir space for there farewells. He saw Jetir give his son a firm hug and share a few words with him. Then he saw Lord Jetir unwrap the cloth and from it pulled out an ornate brown and gold scabbard. The scabbard was too thick to belong to a rapier, and too wide to be a katan, the long slightly curved, single edge style sword that Boro himself used. This one was as wide as the width of his palm and had two edges to it. A broadblade, an olde

Calor flapped his wings and Olive and Wayne had to protect their eyes with their arms and hold their ground. “Quit being a child. If you step down as sovereign, we all will be non-existent since we exist to make you and guide you as sovereign,” Calor admonished. “What do you mean?” Wayne asked. “We will disappear from your life as if we never were in it if you let go of your place as sovereign,” Calor explained more slowly. A shudder ran through Olive. She looked at her mate and saw it had the same effect on him. He exhaled and stared at the magnificent lethal dagger. His first gift as sovereign, from a mortal enemy who had helped them win the war.