Sword Art Online Light Novel Progressive Novels & Stories

His grip was firm, pulling her to her feet with ease. Her ankle protested, but she put weight on it, refusing to show weakness. "The ground bested me, not you," she stated, brushing dirt from her leathers. "A battlefield includes the ground," he replied. "You said so yourself." He retrieved her sword and handed it to her, hilt first. "You fight... differently." "So do you. For a prince." A faint, almost real smile touched his lips. "For a prince." He paused. "You held back your word. You play the lady today. Without complaint."

When I turn over Trygg looms over me, before he has the chance to strike, I kick him in the gut. He hunches over clutching his stomach. I quickly stand-up grabbing Trygg’s sword which sits closer to me than my own. Gripping the blade tightly in my clutch I bound forward slicing Trygg’s arms. He scuffles back blood now coating his robes. His eyes come ablaze glowing a deep yellow, fangs begin to protrude from his mouth as he enters a half-fazed state. Lurching at me his body becomes consumed in golden lightning. Bold of come striking at me, I try to dodge but the lightning still grazes the skin of my arm. I jump back hissing in pain. The other officials still remaining in the room see my woun

Besides, Zephyr was but a Strength of level eight, how could he have given the weapon an essence? As the smith pondered on this, a flash of light burst forth from the lava pillar. Something instinctively occurred within Zephyr as he slowly raised his right hand. A sword flew right into his grasp, it instantaneously looked to be an extension of his body. The sword looked to be very basic and common, yet on its blade, one could view the intricate carvings and weavings of a fine metal, much like a dragon’s form.

It must have been written with a sword by a master swordsman. Especially when looking at each character closely, it was as if there were waves of unparalleled sword intent slashing towards him! Sebastian couldn't help but immerse himself in the sight, almost forgetting about the looming Heavenly Tribulation. "Comprehend the Heavenly Sword Intent, Sword Art Aptitude +5%." Sebastian snapped out of it; he had only glanced at these four characters and yet gained insight into the Sword Intent. Sword Art Aptitude, unlike innate aptitude, represented a person's ease of improving the proficiency of sword techniques. The higher one's Sword Art Aptitude, the easier it was to advance their sword skills

He walked towards me, grabs me by the arm and hugged me tightly. “Destiny, please come back” I heard him crying. “Hikaru…” I returned his hug and rest my head on his shoulder. As he wipes his tears from his face, he apologizes. He sat down again, his head was looking at the ground. “You’ve inherited Destiny’s sword, might as well have her throne.” “NO” I shortly replied, he looked at me. “And never ever!” an angry voice was heard. Hikaru stood up in surprise, I was still holding the sword. On the staircase stands, Aiomi.

The witches closed in, their laughter echoing like a chorus of nightmares. Something inside Aqua snapped. A surge of dark energy, unfamiliar and terrifying, welled up within her. She felt her pendant grow hot against her skin, the clear crystal turning black as smoke. The air around her crackled with raw power as she turned back towards the attackers, her fear morphing into a blinding rage.

Edgar swung his sword from an unexpected angle, aiming to break through Adrian’s defenses. Adrian sneered and said, "You must have a death wish!" Suddenly, a sword energy appeared in Adrian’s hand, transforming into a radiant arc that shot forward and tore through everything in its path. "What kind of sword technique is this?" Edgar was taken aback, his gaze filled with disbelief as he watched Adrian unleash a technique he couldn’t fully comprehend. He forced himself to calm down and said, "No matter how clever your techniques, I’ll still kill you!" With that, he swung his sword again, and this time, he believed that he'd land a fatal blow. However, Adrian remained standing calmly. He releas

I have to assume that this is Buppig and his new mate. I lift Lightning Wielder into the sky, the light of day growing dark as I call to the storms, drawing the lightning into my sword. When I feel the electricity racing down my arm, I slam the sword into the ground, sending waves of energy and electricity into the earth, and rolling toward Lorelai’s army.

Dark enchantment simmered like a firestorm across her blade, oozing and coated with dark matter that seemed like it was alive and slithering towards the ends of her sword. Watching Diana's new sword, Wenally's anger flooded her veins as rage quickened her blood, knowing that Andrew Lawvosky's blood was darker than the crawling matter on her sword. “Coward!” Wenally growled, pushing her sword hard against Diana to throw her off balance. Wenally drew a circle pattern in the air with her sword. The flaming, dark circle pulsed once, and then the entrance to the camp opened. Dozens more of the feral soldiers poured inside, rushing at Andrew and some towards them.

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.