Sword Art Online Oc Novels & Stories

“How much?” Deacon put his hands up. “Celestial weaponry is not sold, Theo. The weapon is fated to a specific owner and that sword was destined to be yours.” Theo nodded, pretending he understood the meaning of it. Deacon pointed to the scabbard with a holster fit for a dagger in the chest. The moment Theo touched the scabbard, the sword shrunk to its original size. Convenient, he thought, as he sheathed the dagger into the scabbard.

In the center of the plaza stood a pavilion, and other than that, there were no other structures. Swordhaven Keep's business was forging swords. Every time a fine sword was forged, it would undergo its final tempering process at the Oathblade Platform. Over time, the entire Platform had been stained with countless iron filings and sword energy. It looked solemn and cold. When Sheena arrived at Oathblade Platform, she was more than a little surprised. Besides the people from Swordhaven Keep, there were over 100 others present. Every single one of them was an elite from the Eastern Regions martial arts world. Among them, several martial emperors had come in person.

Boro and Mika stood in the sand circle as the two finalists. The animosity between the two was so thick in the air it was almost palpable. Boro stood in the ready form, Crane In The Water, standing perfectly balanced on one leg, his sword held out before him. Mika stood in a form that Boro didn't recognize. Boro prided himself on knowing all the forms of classical, and modern, sword art, the fact he didn't recognize this one was puzzling.

Aiomi carried me as he dodge Frain’s one blow. He placed me far away to the area. I lost my breath as I watched them tirelessly bout each other. A few minutes passed and Aiomi and I fought him together. Frain was a good swordsman and he gave us a hard time. After all, he was once a student at the academy of swordsmen. As I distract Frain, Aiomi was able to slash his clothes down to his chest. Frain’s chest was filled with blood. It was flowing as he continued his aggressive attacks.

Exactly as seen earlier in the castle. The sword. “What does that one do?” I asked, pointing to it. “It drinks blood. For anyone it kills, their blood is stored in the blade. You would try to always have a clothing between you and the hilt” That did not sound more beneficial than fairy dust. “So how useful would it be to protect me?” With only a smile, “very” Time to close the deal. “I have one silver coin” playing with the coins against my fingers. “Make it three and we have a deal”

"We don't need to go to Lin's house. Let's go to my place so I can change. This is a minor wound. I can handle it myself." Ludriev took her spirit sword she had previously put on the side of the arena, and followed him without anymore words. Spirit sword was forged in a special method for those who reached a certain level in swordsmanship. The sword was unique and believed to be sacred, as it had its own spirit, which, if it didn't feel a strong connection with the wielder, they wouldn't be able to use it. Therefore, usually a sword spirit only had one owner and vice versa.

The tension in the air was palpable as they stared each other down, neither one willing to make the first move. Suddenly, a loud roar echoed through the air as a Oceana appeared on the scene. She stepped between them and declared that this fight must end now or else there would be dire consequences for both of them. "If you want the sword, then have...." Before Oceana could talk finish, the sword emitted a very bright glow causing Arnold and Reginald standing there in shock. The two demons lords looked at each other one last time before turning away in opposite directions without another word spoken between them. What would happen next remained a mystery as they both disappeared into the nig

"I need range or AOE Attacks…T.A.S you got suggestions?..HMPH!!...." An Imp monster got pummel to death by my combo jab which aiming for it's head whilst my right wand swiftly carving a slash into a nearby hulking rampaging Minotaurus. [Use a Magic Artefact or Guns..Or create a Swords Art that capable to deal a damage from range..based on the current situations I reckon you create a swords art…Incoming Cursed attack 10 meter north.]. (T.A.S) "HUP!!..…Can I create it?…how?..".

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.

Although she did not speak loudly, everyone could hear her. Everyone had just witnessed a psychic’s terrifying strength. At that moment, everyone exchanged glances, and no one dared to accept the challenge. “Dad, you should go.” Delainey nudged Jackson and said, “Ice Sword Art is the natural counter to psychics that utilize fire. Even though she was able to defeat an eighth-ranked grandmaster like Donovan, that doesn’t mean that it’s impossible for you to beat her despite only being a seventh-ranked grandmaster.” “Alright. I’ll give it a try. We’re still part of Sol, how can we let these psychics best us?”