Sword Art Online Story Novels & Stories

The only problem was what I would use to hit it. I couldn’t draw NightSword. Not only was the sword’s legend so tightly woven with both fact and fiction, it was said to belong only to rightful alphas of the packs. It had been passed down from dynasty to dynasty, making its way safely from father to son until it was lost almost five hundred years ago. A while back, I would’ve called the Sword’s tale make-believe. Not now. Not when I found and bonded it.

Shandra ignores him and flashes the werewolf a big smile. "I'm very grateful, really." Shandra looks at the sword with admiration, impressed with its beauty and powerful aura. She feels the vibration of the weapon in her hands and realizes that there is something special about it, something that goes beyond the material. "This sword is truly magnificent," says Shandra, still enthralled. "What should I call it?" The werewolf woman smiles gently. "This is the Sword of Aurora. It is a legendary weapon, passed down from generation to generation in our family. Now, it has chosen you as its bearer."

Johnny picked up the mate-bond dissolution application and flipped through it again and again. "Impossible! I've never signed this! This has to be forged! A fake!" I shook my head and let out a frigid chuckle. "If it's forged, do you think the alliance wouldn't find out? Are you questioning the alliance's capabilities?" Johnny's eyes turned red as he rushed at Zack, grabbing him by the collar. "What did you do to make Carla want to be your mate?!"

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.

Swiftly, Brockley dodged to the side and felt the wind vibrations from the sword. Hush! The tip of the sword was stuck on the dry red ground. Harlino then pulled the sword back out. Seeing Brockley walking backwards and away, he thought Brockley was getting scared. "Are your hands starting to tremble with fear? If you surrender now, no problem. I'll keep you as my soldier, even within a year you'll have the chance to become a senior soldier because this is the first time a young soldier has dared to fight me. I salute you, stranger!"

"No, Blade. You're a wolf but not an ordinary one." "What do you mean?" She smiled. "Can you remember the Legend of The Cursed Alpha?" "Yeah!" I said. "There's no wolf who doesn't know that." "Yeah." She said, still smiling. "Remember Alpha Kopis, the powerful and relentless Alpha who turned rogue and decided to go against the moon goddess..." "... Why are you telling me this fable?" I asked impatiently. "Be patient." She said then resumed her story. "And then he fought against all the gods and..."

The sword began to tingle in his grip as Rhychard blocked another swing. He could hear the words the other Warriors were chanting and soon the words began to make sense to him even though he couldn't make them out. He focused on Mephalus, but he repeated the same chant as the others, reaching with everything Kree taught him into the sword. He felt the other Warriors, felt their lifelines. Out of the corner of his eye he saw a tall, thin elf with long blond hair look at him, a smile on his face. Then he nodded at Rhychard and melted into the air, his life force flowing toward Rhychard and entering the sword once again. The blade pulsed with the added energy and Rhychard felt it grow more soli

The sword was like a bolt of lightning that tore the night sky, and the sound of storm and thunder rolling filled the surrounding air. Everyone present felt they were enveloped by a pale white light, and their souls seemed to be melted. None of them thought Solana could avoid that slash. After all, she was severely injured, and the other party was a second-stage Pulse Control Realm cultivator. As soon as the sword hit her, she would surely die! Zenith's eyes were full of despair at the moment. In his opinion, everything was ruined today, and it was all because of Solana's victory in the bet. Of course, the culprit behind this disaster was the guy named "Casper"!

I REALLY NEED SUPPORT FROM ALL OF YOU, BY REVIEWING THIS STORY❤️ Stay sane and keep healthy 🌍 Let's cooperate with each other❤️ Happy reading 🤗 ***** I brought out Alpha's sword and threw it at Jack, but he dodged quickly! My sword shot toward the mountain behind and Jack instantly shot an arrow at me. That's his soul weapon. Meanwhile I couldn't get out of the chain and tried to summon Alpha's sword. Yeah, I didn't get to do it. Won't... Is this the end of my life...

You see, the Blade Lord was different from the Sword God. The Sword God took pride in learning many techniques and incorporating them into each other to create a variety of sword skills that were useful for every situation. There was the Swallowtail Sword, Gentleman’s Sword, Warrior’s Wrath, and Mountainous Sword. Each of these three sword arts had their own techniques, and each was meant for a different group of people. The Mountainous Sword was meant for heavy sword users, while the Swallowtail Sword was perfect for those who prioritized speed over brute strength. As for the Gentleman’s Sword, it was a sword art that was meant for those with calm and unruffled temperaments. On the contrary