Summoning The Holy Sword Novels & Stories

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

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.

“The real sword still exists. We must find it.” At last, I asked, “And before we find it?” Metatron’s eyes darkened. “Before then, we should summon her. Ask her what she truly wants.” I frowned. “Summon her here? In this city?” “Yes,” he said. “Better to face her on our ground than wait for her to strike from the shadows.” My jaw clenched, but I nodded. “Very well. We’ll summon her.” We called for the old wizard. He entered quietly, bowing deeply. His robes dragged against the floor, his staff glowed faintly.

I felt hopeless until I remembered Darkill and how Veylor had taught me to fly using my sword. I stared up at it, squinting through the rising miasma. It was lodged so far into the rock that climbing would be impossible. The surface was too sharp and the slope too steep. A small, determined smile curved my lips. “Then I’ll just have to do it my way.” I reached into my necklace space and summoned Darkill. The sword materialized in my hand, its dark blade humming softly, reacting to my energy. I pressed my foot lightly on the flat of the blade and whispered, “Take me up.”

“But what about you? You can’t…” “Go!” I commanded, the word barely a whisper. Alone now, I dragged my bloodied hand across the ground, tracing ancient runes in the blood beneath me. The Lunar Flame, old as the moon itself, forbidden by every realm, stirred in my veins. I had studied the scrolls in secret, knowing one day it might demand this sacrifice. “By blood and will,” I intoned, my voice gaining strength from the power uncoiling inside me, “I summon thee, Lunar Flame. Purge the darkness. Burn away the shadow that devours us all.”

said the male voice in admiration. The female voice was temperamental, but was also laughing loudly at this moment. "Rest assured, kid. The power of the 'Holy Double Manifestation of Saber and Sword' never met its match since the beginning of time, and only one or two out of billions of people possess such a lineage and constitution. Otherwise, it wouldn't have been known as the 'Holy Manifestation!'"

We parted and Prince Folen looked and nodded towards his parents and brother and nodded. He then started to chant, I didn't know or understand the words he said but I could feel the power starting to build, as the chanting continued there was a silver line that started to spread between the different tokens. When the line got to my token I felt a strong pull. Prince Folen at this point picked up the knife and in one quick movement he sliced his palm, he continued to chant and passed me the knife. It was now my turn to cut my palm, I helf the blade against my skin and felt a sharp sting as I pulled the blade down.

snapped her hand in front of my face trying to gain my attention. I took a glance at her and immediately narrowed my head. "I was just studying" I replied in a low tone. "What the hell don't you know that this is our place Fuck off" she said in a pissed off tone. Her voice sent shivers to my body. I didn't know what to do and and I was stuck at my place like a statue my voice dried up in my throat and I couldn't speak. I had faced situations like this many times and everytime it ended up in me getting bullied. "What the heck are you waiting for" the girl shouted again getting me scared again. I closed my eyes getting ready for the worst to come when suddenly I heard his voice.... "Calm down

she begged, finally breaking down into sobs. She was truly broken. I glanced at her once before continuing toward the altar. Destroying it was far more important than dealing with her. My hands glowed as I conjured sword lights, summoning my Moon Magic and bloodline power. Fire. Lightning. Water. Earth. Wind. The five elements gathered in harmony, merging into a gigantic blade radiating brilliant holy light. I immediately cleaved forward, directing the attack toward the altar. But just as the blade struck, the altar began transforming.