Summoning The Holy Sword Novels & Stories

She let it drip onto the altar, ignoring the burning pain on her palm. Her voice was hoarse, but she forced it out. “Zephyr of Hades, bound by blood and broken oath, I summon thee. By the blood of kin, tear the veil and walk the path. Come to me.” The runes flickered, and the air thickened. Alexa held her breath, but nothing came. A spark of fire broke through, but fizzled out almost immediately. Her hand around the knife tightened, disbelief flashing through her eyes. He dared not refuse her call. He didn't have that power.

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.

I slowly unsheathed my sword, trying not to make a sound, and signaled Kelvin to continue talking. "Please don't harm her," Gold mumbled. "Please don't touch her," Kelvin added. Before Beelzebub could react, I plunged my sword into his chest, missing the target. He didn't appear hurt or shocked; instead, he smiled, which quickly turned into a frown.

So I add, “Unless you’d rather it be her. I didn’t hesitate to use my own brother to feed the Hallow, so why wouldn’t I use his daughter?” Delaney flinches, then slowly, with trembling hands, reaches for the spellbook. The Hallow stirs in the shadows behind me, clearly pleased. I can’t help but smile. Everything is coming together. Soon, I’ll be the most powerful warlock in the world. With the Hallow at my side, no one will be able to stop me, not even the Warren Heir.

“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!