Summoning The Holy Sword Novels & Stories

All of a sudden Dad raised his one hand in the air then closing his eyes he murmured, “In the name of Almighty, I am asking my seraphic power to awaken and send this demon of Hell to its place who deserves to be punished for breaking the laws of the underworld and becoming a reason of this chaos.” Immediately a white light started to form a sword of light or something. The light was coming, tearing the sky and it was so warm and bright that we all paused and looked back in Dad’s direction to find out what was going on there. “SWORD OF RINTH!” Rebeca mumbled standing next to me when her eyes were still fixed on the light. It looked like a sword of light. In the place of the blade there was br

Severin raised his hand and swung lightly, calling up a sudden burst of light from the Oculus Blade. A sword beam resembling the morning sun was sent forth, piercing the air audible as it headed straight toward the black mist. A thunderous explosion soon occurred, resulting in bright sparks throughout the sky. Everyone aboard the Sumoon Airship witnessed the unfolding battle, with elders and disciples alike rushing out to engage the Primordial Sacred Land's disciples who had surrounded the entire area. Within moments, the sky was filled with a kaleidoscope of divine techniques that flickered like rainbows in the sky.

I lifted it from the altar, its weight a perfect, familiar balance in my hand, its power a constant, reassuring presence, a testament to the strength of my own spirit. But as I held the sword, as I felt its power surge through my veins, I felt something else, too. A strange, tingling sensation, a low, resonant hum that seemed to emanate from the blade itself, a powerful, magical beacon that pulsed with a silent, undeniable signal. The sword's power had awakened a beacon, a silent, desperate cry that would alert anyone, anywhere, who was searching for it. The hunt was over. But the war had just begun.

"Hmph, he's nothing but an ant. Ridiculous!" He sheathed his sword and folded his fan, releasing a chilling aura that silenced everyone. Suddenly, the Sacred Lunaland's Holy Son leapt into the air. Like a green streak of lightning, he shot upward with terrifying speed, leaving the crowd in stunned silence. His aura carried an ancient, boundless presence. In an instant, the Sacred Lunaland's Holy Son landed on the staircase. His arrival caused the staircase to tremble violently, as if under the weight of a mountain. The shockwaves rippled through the air, overwhelming the crowd.

“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.”

Selflessly repaired the village teleportation array, benefiting others, rewarded with +20 reputation. Reputation again? That was acceptable; at least there was a decent reward. "The teleportation array is fixed. Young man, where would you like to teleport to?" "The Heavenly Sword Sect." "No problem. The Heavenly Sword Sect is a great place for seeking immortality and enlightenment. The disciples under Elder Song are the most patient, and being his disciple would bring great benefits." Sebastian didn't expect that the old man would also give him a great recommendation. It seemed like a little extra perk for fixing the teleportation array.

Also, the winds are their own spiraling energies that will increase power, as well as act as a ward. Our circle is cast, “In the coils of Leviathan, our circle is now sealed.” I draw my athame made of a dragon bone and a Dragon Blade. North, South, East, and finally to the West, closing the circle so that none but the one summoned can enter. Facing West as my coven chants, I say, “Amurru, great wind, which brings devastation to the plains, I summon thee!

Setting his hands in the air, a flick of his fingers sent tidal waves sweeping through the hall, forcing all the demons to wash out of the area “HEAR ME SISTERS FATE! I, EDEN TAPACHULA SUMMON YOU!” Eden’s voice roared like a thousand thunders. Within a heartbeat, smoke filled the hall. Like a treacherous python it snaked between the pillars and pooled before the demon. “Who dares to command us?!” Three figures materialised. In her nervous state, Journee giggled, and it seemed like the lady in the middle turned to glance in her direction. Clamping a hand over her mouth, Journee continued to watch the scene unfold.

[Ambrose] The Lord of mountains sprinted toward the dark Lord with a earth rumbling growl. Not even waiting for Sephora to give the order to attack, before Ambrose was summoning spears of diamond and obsidian to his hands and hurling them with all his immortal strength.

With a smile across his face he called forth a weapon he had not used in a long time, reminding the world of its presence once more. “Come! Ashen Axe of War and Grime and that which was born of Volcanic Mud.” “I, Pathfinder, summon thee. Come…” “Rigor!” *ROAR*