Sword Art Online Progressive Light Novel Online Novels & Stories

A bright network of illuminating embers danced through the blade of the sword like a crack of lightning. Alicia was taken aback. Daito launched the sword through the opening with immense force, like a javelin. The sword zipped through the hole with an unimaginable speed. The vurhan squeezed out one last shriek before falling to the ground lifeless. Slejj draped his arms in exhaustion, dissolving the shield, revealing the vurhan before them with half of its head missing. The sword managed to saver half its head off with sheer force. It pierced through several trees that were unfortunate enough to be standing behind the vurhan. The faint glow of the sword could be seen into the darkness, stuck

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

The Ascendant shouted in seethe as the wave of light passed through it, its shadowy shape glittering and distorting. Clara gritted her teeth, pouring each ounce of her strength into the sword. She felt the dull energy inside the edge battling against her, attempting to break free, but she held on, denying to let go. The light escalates, the rune's power surging through her and into the blade.

My fingers loosened against NightSword and it clattered away from me. Eryndor’s eyes were dilated, his canines dripping saliva as he dove for the sword, picking it up with a feral grin. He raised it above my head as I watched in horror. NO!, NightSword screamed in my head, in protest at being wielded by one not bonded to him. My ears popped and my vision was lost again as a powerful sonic blast emerged from the ancient weapon, a beam of energy spiraling outwards and slamming into Eryndor.

The light started fading, turning weaker and weaker. I couldn’t resist looking towards the spot where it had just shone so brightly it almost made me blind. But instead of the light, there was a shadow, a presence. A man. He was tall, so unbearably tall. Falling over his broad shoulders was a beautiful, thick, orange hair. Even in the darkness, the different shades made it look vibrant, like light was actually shining from it. He was wearing a white tunic, which stretched across his broad shoulders and protruding pecs, before it fell loosely around his middle, being tucked into his brown leather pants.

Cameo asked from behind me as I stepped into the air-conditioned space. I ignored him. My fingers drifted lazily over the weapons. Metal kissing my skin, while one name burned through my mind. Abel Roshid. “Sir?” “Cameo, do as I’ve said.” My voice cut in, cold and final. His heavy sigh followed, then the sound of the door closing behind him. When I was alone, I picked the flick blade with serrated edges. Unsheathed it and ran my thumb along the ridges, feeling every bite of it. A dark smile curled on my face.

Deliberating on this, he retrieved the Scarletsky Sword and initiated its practice. While the Scarletsky Sword appeared unremarkable at first, Severin ignited its flames during the process of accustoming himself to it. A luminous divine light merged with the sword, and the ensuing hum signaled the release of a formidable swordwill. The swordwill shot up to the sky, and the pressure was so strong that even a level four supreme saint like Severin was startled by the piercing pain on his skin.

Evading them are not the right thing to do now. They cannot hide on the trunk of the trees either, since the arrows can penetrate it. "Sword art tenth form; dragon's scale" Nicholai chanted. E.J's eyes fixed to Nikki who slashes all the arrows in such extravagant speed. The arrows he slashes are been reflected back to where it came from. This is the first time, he seen Nikki, used its ability. *sword art: it is an art applicable to those being who are exceptionally true weilder of sword. An art where you can perform magic with a sword.*

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.

There must be something else. A hand moved from the fog, I moved to the side. The hand moved again. I took out my sword. The hand moved. My sword flashed. The hand fell, a stream of blood, black as night, gushed from the severed hand. I turned. An oni appeared from the mist, his teeth were bare. I repositioned myself, the oni moved forward. The fiery red eyes were focused on me, they followed my every movement. I lifted the sword, the oni charged. The sword flashes against the thick hide of oni. The sword broke. The oni moved a few steps forward, turned and looked down at the bloody gap that was his torso. Blood gashed through the wound. With the remaining piece of my sword, I slashed. Even