Sword And Magic Novels & Stories

“Watch your mouth child! And to answer that question, no you aren’t blessed. You just happened to be born of a werewolf and a hybrid elf/spell caster couple. That doesn’t make you blessed. Danu and I will be blessing you with a sword.” What? Seriously is that it? “Um okay cool? What is a sword going to help me do that my magic can’t?” Danu rolls her eyes and huffs, “It’s not a normal fucking sword Morrigan, it’s the Sword of the Divine. Meaning whatever it strikes, it kills.” “That makes WAY more sense then. Well, now hand it over so I can go slay some bitches.” I laugh, holding my hand out. “Yeah, that’s not how this is going to work. You will only receive the Sword of the Divine when you a

Now, they did. The sword’s true power was not just its sharpness, its ability to cut through steel and stone with ease. It was its magic. It was a living, breathing thing, a weapon that was attuned to the will of its wielder, a tool of justice that could see through deception, that could expose hidden enemies, that could cut through the very fabric of reality itself.

At this moment, the yard surrounding the villa had turned into a hellish battlefield! Mr. Chardon held a wooden sword that was less than thirty centimeters long in his hand, but the invisible blade it carried had a length of nearly two meters! This was the temporary magic instrument that the British Lord had entrusted to Mr. Chardon. Although the wooden sword looked short, small, and unremarkable, in reality, it functioned like a lightsaber from Star Wars, with an extraordinary attack range.

" For now, we must find the others. It must be a priority. " " Right Davina, tell me what the things that you know very well are. I know that you use a sword, do you cover it in magic? " " No, not yet. Heehee! I don’t know how to do it. It’s been tough trying to use magic at the same time fighting with the sword. " " I see. "

her lip quivering as she spoke. "What weapon?" I sounded dumb. "The Knife of Erthyrya. One stab and it takes poofs any individual out of existence." She said without a hint of mockery in her voice. "Sorry, the knife of what now?" I really sound dumb. "Er-thy-ry-a." she ennuciates every sylabol like I was a baby. "It was forged our of a heart of a dragon that consumes all magical essence any person has. And uses that collective power to just zap you out of this world." Luna lets out a heavy sigh.

I don’t know where to look, there are still so many standing mages, I have to get them on their knees. I made another spell and planted it on the ground, it does not only but also hurt them physically. Everyone halted as they feel the pain of light crawling on their body. I made another set of sword magic and released it towards them. They are all on the ground and can barely move a muscle. The spell also drained my mana but the sword did not hit me. I almost fell on my knees but I was able to straighten my knees. I felt exhausted. I wanted to cry as I heard a loud buzzer, I won.

Until the magic rested and the swords appeared in my mind again, but different now. The handles had become onyx in color and the blades silver and gold. They were beautiful, but more than that, they were a combination of my vampire magics as well as the elven crown. "I have them," I said. Lirle said: That is excellent. Next, think about the swords and imagine your magic becoming one with them. I didn't tell her that had already happened. I just nodded. Though I was still full of questions, a peace passed through me, and I opened my eyes.

"And the same goes for others." After that conversation, he took our weapons and started fixing them. I didn’t quite notice every single change that had happened to my sword, but there’s one thing I’m sure of; it turned out to be wonderful and much lighter than it was before. The moment I began to sway it, the blue and white smoke from the sword movements simply amazed me. The details and the outcome of its appearance are nothing but amazing. It was a fine and reputedly magical sword with two sharp blade edges made in crystal and a silver white cruciform lightly covered by gold chains.

"Jack wolf, please!" With a surge of adrenaline, Jack Wolf summoned every last ounce of strength. The spear shone brighter, its power surging through him like a river of light. Eryndor's eyes widened in surprise as Jack Wolf's grip tightened, the spear's tip pressing deeper into his chest. The dark magic swirling around him began to falter. Eryndor stood on his ground. The air was electric with the clash of steel and the scent of sweat and blood. Eryndor's Shadowing dagger seemed to dance in the moonlight, its dark blade slicing through the air with a haunting screee-ksss.

A medium lengthened double H sword with a tint of white and gold appeared beside his palm, so he gripped the grip of the sword and slashed it in the air in front of him diagonally to the left. Who will win? Good or Evil ?