Sword Art Online Novels & Stories

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.

My fingers are on my chin as I crouched and looked at it. The cover or the sheath was silver with a few pints of gold, I don't understand the engravings etched on it. Because of my curiosity, I held it and released it from its sheath. Unlike other sword, its blade was bluish and silver, the handle was wood in color and the cover was glass. It was not as heavy as it look. I lifted it up and swayed it... Imagining I was a samurai fighting some bad guys. I chuckled.

And the longer he absorbed the Reiki, the rate of absorption increased as well. Through it all, no one noticed that he was calmly cultivating—not even the three Danmarch elders who had slipped in to assassinate him had expected their target to have blended into their own camp! Soon, Caleb extended his sense into the ring Brax provided and began to practice with the sword art manual inside. "Legiondeath Sixteen…!" His eyes narrowed as he flipped through the pages, where each style and corresponding sword art was written. For speed and assassination, it was the Windrider, Windpiercer, Windsearer, and Windblazer!

It smelled of damp stone, old hay, and solitude. Makil was already there, warming up with a series of fluid stretches that further betrayed his training. He wore similar clothes to yesterday, and two practice longswords were thrust into the ground at the center of the yard. Leigh arrived silently, a shadow detaching from the deeper shadows of the archway. She'd re-braided her hair tightly. She said nothing, simply walked to the center, pulled one sword from the earth, and tested its weight. "No rules," Makil said, pulling the other. "First to yield, or be disarmed."

' Swoosh! Everyone's eyes were on Darryl. The guests were all displeased when Darryl sat at the VIP section. They wanted to see Darryl embarrassed when they realized that Lucas wanted to make things difficult for Darryl. 'F*ck!' Darryl frowned; he swore in his heart. 'This idiot must be nuts! I don't even know you, yet you kept coming for me.' Darryl looked at the long saber on the exhibition platform and said, "This Blue category long saber has a sharp edge, and it has an intimidating chill aura. It is no wonder that this is a Famed Sword Manor weapon. Not bad at all."

"The broadsword is called Soul-swallowing. It has been with me for about a thousand years and has only been used a few times. I won't let the blade return to its sheath until my enemies get hurt." Chu Xun chuckled and raised Dragon's Wrath. "It is called Dragon's Wrath. Whoever touches it will die." "You and I are very similar. We all have the overlords of weapons," Liu Wentian said. Chu Xun sneered and put away Dragon's Wrath the next moment. "Let me tell you, the saber is not the overlord, but I am." As soon as he finished speaking, Chu Xun rushed to Liu Wentian, his fists turning into amethysts. He punched out, with the dragon roaring.

She asked in a very seductive voice as she walked towards him “Sword-saint’s reputation as the most skilled Hunter alive right now is not unfounded, the amount of people that could go toe to toe with him are less than the finger on a right hand but if he really rebelled and decided to go on a killing spree I think we should be able to subdue him even though it won’t be easy.” The King said with a sigh “Then what are you afraid of?” the woman asked, this time she was already sitting on the table directly in front of him swinging her legs in a carefree manner

He knew himself that he cant buy a good sword as he have to buy body tempering technique too with this little amount of money. As he tried to pick a sword he saw a beautiful black sword in the corner of rack, Theo mesmerized and uttered," what a beautiful black sword", suddenly from back he heard the word," isn't it beautiful, to sad the cultivator from whom i got the sword told me that this sword cannot cut anything, its dull sword". Suddenly as if deciding something Theo decide that he will take that sword. Theo walked out of the blacksmith shop shouting," Thank you, old man jiang"

"You are not doing this. Not a love triangle. Not now— not when the man who calls himself your father had your mother killed." The tears came before I could stop them, hot and furious, blurring the tree line as I ran. I didn't slow down. I didn't want to. Somewhere between one stride and the next, I shifted, fur replacing skin, four legs eating the ground faster than two ever could. *Sylvester. Draken. Kael.* Three names, three reasons to stay soft, and I couldn't afford soft. Not anymore. "It's time we part ways," I told the wind, the trees, whoever was listening. "I came here a warrior. I'm leaving as one."

He spat the blood as his only response to the Grand Hunter. Lorath twisted a smirk on his lips. “You’re too proud for your own good.” He raised his broadsword into the air and said, “I’ll be the one to put an end to your bloodline once and for all.” —[Sword of Wolf Hirashi]— Raeherys had to cover his eyes as the broadsword flashed brightly along with the triangular mark on Lorath’s chest. The light shone in gold as the weapon absorbed the energy from his chest.