Novel & Cerita Sword Art Online Fan Fiction

There was only one thing in its mind: Kill the one that defiled its mate. ___ A/N: sorry for dissapearing! i had college stuff to worry about, thanks for sticking with my story and expect more content to come soon. Have a good one :) Normal 0 21 false false false ES-CO X-NONE X-NONE /* Style Definitions */ table.MsoNormalTable {mso-style-name:"Tabla normal"; mso-tstyle-rowband-size:0; mso-tstyle-colband-size:0; mso-style-noshow:yes; mso-style-priority:99;

Arth was left with no choice but to free the sword from his grasp. He fell and hit his back against the ground. Looking up, the Sathir slowly climbed higher and higher. “You’re not getting away,” Arth said as he pushed himself on his feet, spread his arms on both sides, and cast, “Glacies Materia.” Copying Frostcalibur’s form, Arth replicated ten ice swords that flashed and appeared around him, all pointing upwards. He aimed them all towards the beast right above him, then fired. The swords sped upward and found the Sathir. They plunged through its wings, gut, chest, neck, and legs, causing it to lose balance and fall. The ground shook as the enormous body landed, orange blood spilling and f

Sonia said some strange words,and her sword and a armour which her mother gave to her in the vision in the spirit world appeared into her hands,which she started using it to fight the enemies, slicing them with her sword's sharp blade,and kicking some of the men in their groin area causing pain to the victim whom she hit, to groan in pain before she stabs him in the heart. while monie was busy throwing fire balls at the men,which hit the enemies without mercy causing them to roast into aches in an instant,she began to enjoy the fight,which she did it with much pleasure,since the enemies as well took pleasure in hurting and killing the innocent people of their land,let her as well find pleasu

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

The war raged on, a battle of power and soul, each stroke striking like a crescendo amid the storm. My trembling palm clutched Xavier's sword, a relic of power that pulsed with an energy I didn't understand. The blade became an extension of my will as the Demon leaped at me with murderous intent. The sword clashed with its opponent's blade in a dance of survival, each strike mirroring the ferocious struggle for power.

I hissed, feeling the searing heat bite into my hand as the cursed substance oozed closer to the hilt. Wenally’s smirk faltered when I didn’t drop the sword. I tightened my grip, ignoring the pain. Jason’s blood was fighting the enchantment, and I could feel it—a quiet, steady resistance pushing back against the corruption. I used her moment of hesitation to my advantage, swinging my blade with all my strength. The edge of my sword caught her armor, slicing through the leather and drawing blood.

The blade gleamed with a brilliant silver light, its edge shimmering with a promise of sharpness. The blood sword! I exclaimed internally, astonished by the fact that I had successfully conjured the legendary weapon known to be wielded by a valiant warrior from Cairos—a neighboring nation to Springgan. Apollo had shared stories about it, expressing his dream to create such a weapon one day. Empowered by the gauntlet, I held the blood sword with ease. The blade's edge gleamed, a testament to its lethal potential. Just as the icy shield surrounding me shattered, the dominus seized the opportunity to consume me. Its jaws opened wide as it lunged towards me. Reacting swiftly, I positioned the sw

His sword shimmered with a frosty aura that clashed against Sky's flaming blade. Sky twisted gracefully, swinging her sword toward his waist, but Damian stepped back with perfect timing, deflecting the strike with a precise counter. Sky didn't falter; she immediately shifted, launching a fresh series of attacks. Her steps were light, as if a hidden melody dictated her movements. Tiny shards of earth rose beneath her feet, while the swirling winds around her made her even faster.

As the light flowed from my hand to the sword, the metal shimmered, illuminating the darkening campsite with a faint, ethereal glow. The moment the magic touched the steel, the sword thrummed in response, resonating with newfound power. I could feel the connection—my intent merging with the weapon, enhancing its edge, readying it for whatever lay ahead. I lifted the sword, the light casting flickering shadows around me. The creature hissed and tried to retreat but I wouldn't let it. Seraphina, Aric and Kaelan stopped the creature from fleeing as they landed blows after blows. The creature no longer tried to block the blows, only escape was important to it.

Suddenly, he jumped into the air and yelled, "Boundless heaven and earth, universal Storm of Swords!" The weather immediately changed. The light from the Unsullied Sword grew multiple times brighter and produced countless sword illusions that danced around Xiao Chen. The tightly condensed sword lights bounced off the whiteness of the snow. The crowd below gasped in shock. The Storm of Swords was one of the most abstruse sword arts among the cultivation sects. A perfected spell could alarm even gods and ghosts in the world. It was capable of turning opponents into dust at once.