Sword Art Online Series In Order Novels & Stories

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.

Harvey could clearly feel a cold chill swerving in his vision. The slash was filled with murderous intent, as if a demon from Hell was the one dealing the blow. The Sword Saint of the Shindan Way wasn’t a title just for show. Akio truly did possess the strength of a God of War. In just a single moment, the slash was already heading right toward Harvey. Harvey flicked his finger while instinctively moving backwards. Clang! A loud sound echoed throughout the place when both sides clashed. Waves of air surged forward, pushing Harvey a few steps back.

sneered the swordsman, driving his blade mercilessly into the man’s back, piercing through to his belly. “My husband!” screamed the woman in anguish, clutching her daughter tightly as tears streamed down her face. The little girl’s wailing soon joined her mother’s cries, filling the night with sorrow. “Finish them all! I must return to Leader Huang,” the swordsman declared coldly, yanking his blade free from the lifeless body at his feet. The man wearing a black headband, emblazoned with two downward-curving golden lines, burst forward with lightning speed toward the circle of swordsmen who were besieging a lone warrior of the Sacred Dragon Sect.

A normal night. But normal never lasts. Crow slid into the chair beside me, gray streaking his beard, eyes sharp as ever. He was one of the older ones, a man who’d seen enough wars—both on foreign soil and right here in these walls—to know when something was shifting. “She’s still here,” he said, voice low. “Yeah.” “You plan on explaining that to the boys?” I took a drag from the cigarette, exhaled slow. “No explanation needed.” Crow’s chuckle was dry. “That’s not how this place works. You know that.”

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."

However, the sword light developed as a result of my awakening the sword aura. "Right Swing!" "Left Swing!" "Vertical swing!" I slashed out three times, as though practising my own sword moves. Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh! Together with the wind's gusts, the sword's aura tore through the atmosphere. The three sword auras also blasted Zarok's body one after the other, overlapping as they did so. They smashed Zarok's aura barrier first, then tore apart his protective relics, which were a treasure worth millions. Zarok's body ultimately split into two pieces. The two halves were then divided into four halves, which split into eight a second later.

He rushed straight toward Maya Kaye. "Earth Surging Dragon Sword!" Swoosh! At this moment, the long sword in his hand was burning fiercely. The surrounding air suddenly collapsed as if it had been burned and made a muffled sound. The sharp and hot sword light directly stabbed into Maya Kaye's chest. Maya Kaye narrowed her eyes and quickly activated the formation in her hand. Swoosh! A round blue water shield appeared in front of her. The male cultivator slashed with his sword. The water shield trembled first, and suddenly its surface began to shake violently like waves.

Freya was too sick to defend herself and the other girls had barely made it to the tree-line before being apprehended by more soldiers in combat fatigues. She had no time to react though because Omar was suddenly charging at the other male, jaws snapping as he aimed for Lucas' shin. Lucas was faster despite being in his human form but his eyes flashed amber as he darted out of the way with ease and grace. Omar was quick to recover though, twisting in a flash to lunge again. This time he did connect with Lucas but the male was there to use Omar's momentum against him, the giant wolf's body slamming into the snow with a thud.

Sophie stood beside me, her eyes wide with excitement. "Today, we will explore different types of weapons and find out which ones are most suitable for each of you," Scarllet announced, a mischievous gleam in her eyes. "Lina, why don't you start with the sword?" I eagerly nodded, taking a step forward to pick up an elegant sword with a silver hilt. It felt surprisingly natural in my grip as I swung it through the air, testing its weight and balance. Scarllet watched me closely, nodding in approval.

I fought alongside Cain, our magic entwined in a deadly dance, as we pushed back the enemy forces. Amidst the chaos, I spotted a figure lunging toward Cain, sword raised high. Time seemed to slow as I stretched my hand out, desperation lending strength to my voice. “Stop!” I cried, and at that moment, lightning streaked across the sky, striking the assailant’s weapon. The blade shattered into pieces, leaving Cain unharmed. It was a reminder that my powers had been restored, and I marveled at the wonder of it all.