Sword Art Online Web Novel Novels & Stories

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.*

Suddenly he held a book called " Sword Drawing Technique." The System, this time displayed " The Sword Drawing Technique, a simple sword technique if practiced diligently can make any sword into the Sharpest sword in the universe. It was Once used by....................................." Danial looked ahead and saw words blurred out as if the System was not letting him read any further. Puzzeled Danial asked the System." Why I can't read any further System?" The System gave a cold reply " The Host's Cultivation is insufficient"

He looked at me, he’s trying not to cry when he said, “ I know that we can’t love each other. But I will do everything to have you. I don’t know why I fell in love to you. After this war, I will steal you from Hikaru.” I felt those words were cheesy, but I remembered the twins, “ But Hikaru and I have children.” I saw his face turned red and anger was painted on it. He punched the wall, I was surprised on what he did. I looked at his hand, it was bleeding. He was very angry that he avoided me. He went t get his sword and left angrily. My heart ached so much about the situation, it was complicated. I cried in the armory. It took me a while before I calmed myself. I get Destiny’ sword and retu

Suddenly, he jumped into the air and yelled, "Boundless heaven and earth, universal Storm of Swords!" The weather immediately changed. The light from the Unsullied Sword grew multiple times brighter and produced countless sword illusions that danced around Xiao Chen. The tightly condensed sword lights bounced off the whiteness of the snow. The crowd below gasped in shock. The Storm of Swords was one of the most abstruse sword arts among the cultivation sects. A perfected spell could alarm even gods and ghosts in the world. It was capable of turning opponents into dust at once.

I conceded. “…I heard it,” Kuroyuki added. Hearing Kuroyuki’s remark, August inadvertently leaks out a troubled expression. …Of course he would. Star Falling Sword Arts— is a modern swordsmanship from the western region, which uses rapier and longsword. Inspired by the constellations, the founder of the Star Falling Sword Arts conceived a total of 88 constellation styles. Learning either 2 from the 88 is already more than enough to deal against bullets from a rifle, and thus— many well-refined swordsmen from the western region are the disciples of the Star Falling Sword Arts.

I held my hand out, feeling mist and black smoke gather, forming into a cool length of metal that sang against my skin. The Sword lengthened as if from thin air and I hefted it, the weight gleaming black metal comforting in my hands. I slashed in the direction of Eryndor’s lunge and he twisted, barely managing to get out of the way. He tumbled to the ground behind me and leapt back to his feet, his eyes fixed solely on my weapon. The black length was double-edged, ending in a sharp point that seemed to catch the light when it moved, despite its color. The hilt was solid gold and cast in the shape of small wings sprouting from either side of the grip. It was a majestic weapon.

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.

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

Daito run the blade through his palm, handing over the dagger to Drom who did the same, they both put their hands over the thirteenth page, as their blood blended and browsed across the book random letters popped up, the entire page was finally filled with peculiar writings. “Can you read it?” Drom asked. Daito perused the page for a while, mastering the instructions. “An army, thousands of soldiers, are outside the walls… they, they are ready to attack!!!” Daito run the blade through his palm, handing over the dagger to Drom who did the same, they both put their hands over the thirteenth page, as their blood blended and browsed across the book random letters popped up, the entire page was f

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.