Summoning The Holy Sword Novels & Stories

For a moment, Allorah's steady chanting faltered as the sound pierced her concentration, but she quickly re-focused herself and continued, raising her voice to match the volume of the roar. Just as she was sure she could not endure it any longer, the sound abruptly ceased and she was left shouting to the still night. She drew slow shuddering breaths, waiting for something to happen. Only silence. Then, suddenly, she realized what she needed to do, and the words came to her from some place deep within. "Warrior, our need is great; I summon thee from beyond the Gate!" And, so saying, she threw all the rest of the herbal mixture into the fire.

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.”

“How about parrying another one of my attacks, Yorick?” Thea’s voice echoed through the sky, ringing in all the spectators’ ears. After speaking, Thea raised the Malevolent Sword, and a Sword Light shot up into the sky. At that moment, the image of the Four Holy Beast manifested again.

Lucas jumped from the ground, raised the Immemorial Dragon Sword in his hands high, and said word for word, "Holy Domineering Demonic Sword Script." ... The SSS God Ranked Skill, the Holy Domineering Demonic Sword Script, swept out from the Immemorial Dragon Sword.

I need my sword. Reaching behind my back, I feel the cool, smooth texture of my marking shift beneath my fingers. There’s a brief moment where the ink pulses, almost as if it’s alive, before it solidifies into the hilt of my sword. I draw it out, feeling the familiar weight settle into my hand. The blade hums with energy, a glowing blue that pulses in time with my heartbeat. This sword is mine, a part of me, born of my blood and soul. Athena’s gift, forged from my very essence.

Now get ready for your holy sword. Four mighty Archangels appeared from all the four corners of the celestial world with their swords in their right hand. All the four Archangels meet in front of me simultaneously and strangely their clash made a heavy noise and to my surprise, they turned into a beautiful single sword before me. The voice continued, take it mentioned your name and command it to obey you. It has been programmed with your name because it is your property. I stretched forth my hand and it came straight into my right hand. It was so powerful that I couldn’t stand but it was turning me around. I gathered the courage and shouted listen to me holy sword my name is prince Douglas

"Haven't you tried summoning it?" "I can summon it?" The emperor and the princess said in unison. They look surprised and at the same time, amazed. Prince Yin Wenyan thinks about it again. He isn't so sure about it since he only heard some cases that a cultivator can summon his holy weapon in a distance. "Well... I haven't tried summoning my sword yet but those weapons you have are holy weapons. A holy weapon has a strong connection to its rightful owner. It should answer the call if you summon it."

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*

Brown's body and stopping, then staggered twice. Adonis Miller saw a successful move, his face showed joy, he stepped forward, took out two golden talismans and stuck them above the magic sword, shouting softly in his mouth. "Gods kill and punish, do not avoid tyranny, meet ghosts, kill ghosts, meet demons and cut demons, why don't gods lie down, what ghosts dare to block! Level up according to the law!" While Adonis Miller was chanting the incantation, Cadell Marcus's eyes narrowed slightly, looking at the magic sword in Adonis Miller's hand, but saw that on his magic sword there were two round points of light, the size of coins, the same thing.

They were stronger than they looked and several times large than Sprout. “No!” Squealed Sprout, still hidden under Hayden’s collar. “What?!” Bellowed the Prince. Was the tiny dweller insane? “The Prince still has to retrieve the sword!” Squeaked Sprout. “Cory you must clear a path for him with your magic! The douens can be purified!” “How?” Called Cory desperately. “Holy water!” Shrieked Sprout. “Holy water,” echoed Cory. “Where is she supposed to get that?” Demanded Titan.