Summoning The Holy Sword Novels & Stories

He walked towards me, grabs me by the arm and hugged me tightly. “Destiny, please come back” I heard him crying. “Hikaru…” I returned his hug and rest my head on his shoulder. As he wipes his tears from his face, he apologizes. He sat down again, his head was looking at the ground. “You’ve inherited Destiny’s sword, might as well have her throne.” “NO” I shortly replied, he looked at me. “And never ever!” an angry voice was heard. Hikaru stood up in surprise, I was still holding the sword. On the staircase stands, Aiomi.

"Speak, human. Before I decide to be unpleasant." I swallowed hard, my bravado faltering under the weight of his anger. "I—I don't know," I stammered. "It was in a scroll I found. It said it would allow me to call upon one of the fates." "A scroll you found?" he echoed, incredulous. "You go around reciting random fucking spells you find? What if a demon had answered your call and not me?" "Lucky then," I said, "it's only you." I've lost my mind. Truly.

Theo eyed Deacon with one eyebrow arched at his reaction to him handling the dagger. “By now, everyone gets burned,” the shopkeeper explained. “There are words on the side of the blade. You must speak them to activate the sword?” “Activate?” Amos grumbled uncertainty. Theo glanced at him then shrugged. He inspected the words engraved in the crystal. “Unlock the doors of truth and I shall be a beacon,” he murmured.

Saturn. Nave smashed on the Rocky rings and spat out blood, his body suffering from the recoil of the attack — gritting his teeth in frustration Nave gathered his vast metaphysical essence and focused it on the vital spots replenishing his body's condition. He tucked his mane behind his ear and summoned the holy sword Excalibur from his king's treasured chest, in the other hand, he held the devotion of his followers and syphoned them into his being replenishing his nigh-infinite Metaphysical Essence and quietly grinned to himself. “Time I start being serious.”

But for now, it was the Devil Qi that was distinctly in possession of the upper hand. Yunya Zi's browed creased as he summoned his might and he thundered, "Come forth, I summon you, Heaven-slaying Sword!" The sky turned pale, as if cowering in the face of an insurmountable aura released by Yunya Zi's freshest conjuration: a gigantic sword of gold that hung in the air!

It was a pathetic and undeniable craven existence but it was how they were winning the war. Dave let out a sigh. "No. He used a HG blade." I nodded. A brilliant man named Henry Gomez spent his life developing a UV spiked, but essentially silver based liquid that could be applied to any metallic object, leaving a coat of active poison that would kill both shade and host upon entering the their shared body. Something in perfectly balanced formula temporarily imprisoned the shade and as long as the wounds you inflicted on the human were mortal, the shade shared the same fate. The HG liquid had become as precious to us as light bulbs. It was hard to come by at the best of times, especially out h

"I would say that the shaman could not be clearer. Peace is not what he wants. Do you agree?”: the war chief asked. Shieena nodded and replied: “Yes, we do agree, the high shaman wants to use Nio as his own personal weapon. How long have you been eavesdropping on us, Ghtraht?” The young goblin seemed amused by the question: “You are a really naive bunch. Even with all the power your elf possesses. Did it ever occur to you that once you left the temple, the high shaman would follow you and spy on you? I know I did when you arrived in Zanestor. "

Boro stood and slammed his right fist into his left palm and pressed them to his chest, saluting his new Lord. With a audible sigh of relief Lord Jetir nodded to Boro acknowledging his deference and then stood up and walked around the table. He streched out his hand, and motioned for Boro to hand him his blade. He drew his sword from it's scabbard, the sound it made was like the sound of city bells chiming for the first morning hour, a single clear Sssshhrrunngg, and offered him the sword hilt first.

I fell down on my knees hard, vomiting everything inside my stomach, I couldn't breathe still, I was in so much pain, and then arms picked me up, pulling me toward a strong chest with a scent that's so familiar and assuring. "What happened?" Seth asks for the both of us, he too has been brought over, thankfully. "We brought you back," I heard a female voice, I know that girl's voice, it's Calesti, my friend. "How did you bring me back?" I ask Cici with a smile, it was Mathew who was holding me, and looking at her, I could see her with her daddy standing in the middle of a circle of some sort. "Your daddies called us, and we summoned you, just like I summoned daddy," Calesti says with a big p

Simone’s voice cut through the chaos, weak but fierce. “Say the words… say the incantation… Alison… now!” I stumbled, the red moon climbing high in the sky, bathing the battlefield in a hellish glow. The earth quaked beneath us. I could feel something ancient, something primal awaken within me. My lips parted. I didn’t even think. I just… spoke. “By the blood of Luna, by the light of the Chosen, I summon the power to break these chains.” I let out a howl.. raw, broken, but filled with every scrap of my soul. The ground trembled, cracks splitting the dirt.