Sword Art Online Fan Art Novels & Stories

shouted Khalid, who was getting angry because he felt trapped by everyone's game in front of him. "It's not just us warriors," said Wang Ge, the warrior who was nicknamed the Asura Monk because of his strength he was ranked second after Swordsman Zou Fan. After Wang Ge said so, hundreds of swordsmen started to come out of their hiding places. chyou Chen started to grin, as the sensation of his heartbeat starting to race was getting stronger. "Is this going to be the end for me," thought Chyou Chen who started to feel a tremor in his legs.

Tritan's own anticipation grew, eager to witness the fusion of power and finesse that characterized the Arcttegatian swordsmanship. As the Merguardians assembled, their eyes filled with curiosity, Finrir unveiled his sword with a confident and practiced hand. The intricately engraved blade showcased an arctic wolfish with its mouth open and exaggerated teeth, its image shimmering and projecting onto the sea floor as the light danced upon it. The ethereal projection of the large wolfish swam in a circle around Finrir as he wielded the sword, adding an enchanting touch to his every stroke. The mesmerizing projection disappeared as Finrir's speed intensified, the water rippling and pulsating wi

“But the next time you leave an opening, Imma break you down into pieces.” Arth breathed heavily through his bloody mouth. He somehow found his balance as he stood still, shaking his painful arms off. His body had gotten too much damage, but he still had to overcome the pain and go beyond his limits. And so he extended both of his hands and materialized two ice swords. “And the next time you leave an opening,” Arth spat the blood in his mouth, “Imma slice your body down into pieces.”

Every wing is named to identify or differentiate the route. I took a turn and stopped at a large tapestry. This was my first time seeing it. It was a fine art of a Warrior. He held a sword. A long scar ran across his face, and his hair was braided into two long cornrows. I needed no one to tell me who it was. I stared at the way he held his sword, his hand firm against the steel, eyes sharp, and almost scary. His mouth is wide open in a war cry, and his body is fluid in boldness.

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.

He needed strategy. He danced around the scorpion, his movements agile and unpredictable, dodging each attack while studying its patterns. He saw it, a small gap between the shell segments near the leg joints. When the scorpion lunged again, Rayden didn’t retreat. He surged forward instead, lowering his body. “Ice Art, Frozen Crescent Slash.” His sword swept in a beautiful silver arc, striking precisely at the joint of the creature’s front leg. The shell there was thinner. His ice blade pierced through easily.

… Meanwhile, Aiden practiced the art of Refined Blade Slash in a quiet room deep within Refined Blade Dojo on Dojo Street. In front of Aiden was a wooden post scarred with countless sword cuts, each one deep and clean. Aiden was highly skilled in swordsmanship. With sweat dripping down his head, Aiden withdrew his sword and glanced at a whiteboard a few feet away. Photos were plastered all over the whiteboard. There were pictures of Darcy, Snow, Kent, and more on the board with strings connected. The whiteboard was a visual representation of a character network.

Cain stretched his arms out at his sides, a dual sword in each hand. The pommels were silver, swirling and curving like crescent moons as they inched down the obsidian blades. His dark hair cascaded down his shoulders. When paired with the armor and swords, Cain looked as deadly as a warrior for the House Viotto should.

*** * opens eyes* Celea was heavy breathing and had a sharp pain in her neck " Damn you lycan" she than looked up with a sharp face " no one is going to die, not on my watch" Celea went out of the room " Luna!" " you cant be outside is dangerous!" Celea than pushed him away with her powers and he flew 4 meter away. Celea went to a giant painting not to far away from here and took it down. Hidden on the back of the painting were two swords she had hidden sometime ago along with other swords everywhere in the palace for situation like this

It's a lot different when you're in the shit. My blade started to glow blue. I was preparing for a [Raiden's Finger]. I lifted my sword into the air forming a large blue electric blade. I was going to cut down Syllia when a dwarf appeared in front of her. He had a knife in each hand, and around his feet, wind was swirling.