Soverign Sword Novels & Stories

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.

“7th Sword, Huckleberry, greets the Ogre.” Ogre, a name that was unfamiliar to most people but well-known amongst the ranks of the supernatural. That was the name of the absolute monarch of Ogre’s Nest. His appearance and location were a mystery, and not even his closest confidantes knew what he looked like. Ogre ruled by passing down orders through the 7 Swords, his direct subordinates. Even the 7 Swords had not seen Ogre before; but there were rumours that the 1st Sword had been graced with Ogre’s appearance before. Professor Huckleberry was known to the world as a meek old man who loved laughter and playful banter; but his true identity was this: He was the 7th Sword!

“This is impossible.” “So was the Whisper Cut,” he murmured. “So was the Serpent’s Maw. We specialize in impossible.” From the courtyard far below, a horn blew—a long, low note that echoed off the cliffs. A scout’s signal. They pulled apart, the moment receding but not breaking. The world, with its perils and politics, was calling. “The first of the lords’ parties has been sighted,” Leigh said, her warrior’s mask settling back into place, but her eyes remained soft, holding his. “Gryffen’s colors are among them.”

At the moment of Vierone's death, a slight step caught the robber's attention, he turned his gaze there, noticed Dixon holding his bow there, snatched the corpse's sword from beside him, and threw himself madly in a hopeless run, but collapsed dead at in the middle of the room, an arrow pierced his forehead and he died instantly. He went into the middle of the corpses and looked at the old man, then took his letter and the few gold ducats he had in a belt bag, took Vierone's sword, looked at it carefully, wiped it with blood. piece of cloth and put it on his belt, showing it to his father, the Marquis of Derby when he returned this sword, which had always served him, sat on the vine and took

Theo drag his body out of the stream to shore and laid back making the huffing sound. It was Theo first battle, and it was the hardest battle of all, and as well as Theo regret not bringing his sword, because it would be a little bit easy, with the black sword, over time during the practices, Theo notice that the black sword was too sharp, and feel regretted and thankful for the person who sold it without knowing anything.

My fingers are on my chin as I crouched and looked at it. The cover or the sheath was silver with a few pints of gold, I don't understand the engravings etched on it. Because of my curiosity, I held it and released it from its sheath. Unlike other sword, its blade was bluish and silver, the handle was wood in color and the cover was glass. It was not as heavy as it look. I lifted it up and swayed it... Imagining I was a samurai fighting some bad guys. I chuckled.

Kayola nods her head and says, “Thanks, Papa. I promise never to let you down” “Sweetheart, I know you won’t. However, there are three things I have not made known to you. The first is that my sword is not just an ordinary sword, and as you already observed, it is very different from the swords of the other soldiers, although we have designed it in such a way that it looks very similar to other swords, so that only the true Alpha blood will recognize it as the true Vanatian sword. This is the only sword that can kill me, and you will have it once I retire. Therefore, you must guard it with your life. Do you understand me?”

His figure blurred as he appeared before Sam. A weathered longsword materialized in his hand, its surface etched with intricate arcane symbols. As energy poured into the blade, the runes blazed with golden light, radiating terrifying pressure. "This is the Suncrest Sect's sword technique—Sunpiercer Arc!" With a sharp shout, Marcellus swung his sword. A streak of golden energy tore across the sky, whistling as it sliced straight toward Sam. He poured every ounce of his power into the strike. The blade of light tore through the stone, carving a jagged trench in its wake. The air shimmered and roared, heat radiating in scorching waves.

SOPHIE'S POV I'm here in my room dressing in clothes that I'm comfortable with so I won't have a hard time fighting later. I noticed a long box on the side of my cabinet. I immediately opened it and saw a sword that my father had given me, he said it was from our ancestors. It is not just an ordinary sword because it comes from a goddess. My father said that the goddess gave it because of the heroism of our ancestors, that our ancestors saved thousands of lives when there was a war here in Ausgberg. It was passed on until grandfather bequeathed the sword to father. I immediately placed the sword around my waist. While I was arranging the things I would use later, suddenly there was a knock o