Sword Aura Novels & Stories

Sword-saint Predator was feeling amazed at first when eight runes lit up but couldn’t help but feel a bit worried when ten runes lit but then all of a sudden twelve runes lit up and now he didn’t know if he should laugh or cry. While everyone was stunned all twelve runes glowed brightly like a miniature sun then all of a sudden the runes went off, it was at this moment everyone snapped out of their daze, something wasn’t right, there was no rune projection or ability impartation which was supposed to occur before the altar went dormant, instantly the surrounding crowd broke out into a noisy chatter, in the palace the King wore a deep frown as he had never heard of such a thing happening befo

I said, he chuckled. “Oh, his power? Raiden has powers.” He said, he had his arms hidden behind him. “Powers?” I asked and he nodded. He equally brought out a box from behind him. “Here you go! This is an iPhone 14 pro max and it’s all yours.” Hr said and I gasped, I actually yelled excitedly. “All mine? You mean this belongs to me?” I asked and he nodded with a smile on his face. “Mum wanted you to have it, I told her you didn’t have a phone and she bought it for you.” He said, I immediately hugged him.

SAFIA Gathering the items necessary to sever Binta's contract with Aljanan'Daji was not easy. I had to source scarce forbidden items while Aishatu and I tried to win the people's trust. So far, I wasn't a match for the evil jinni, and this was because she had had Lafiya's loyalty for a long time. Winning over the Island of Rayuwa wasn't enough. Within Rayuwa, some people still worshipped her for fear of her wrath. They sacrificed animals to her, and that kept her strong. Although animal blood did not have the same effect as human blood, it had some effect, and that effect gave her an edge over me. While I tried to scrap for power, she had it coming unceasingly, and that made my job hard. I n

His hawk tattoo glistened with the trails of sweat running down his tanned chest, its inked talons raking his shuddering stomach as a feathered wing arched itself over his right shoulder. I flinched as the stick Big Jim held whistled downwards, landing in the space between Aaron's collar bone and neck. My stomach rose to my throat at the sound of the landing thwack. Aaron grunted and faltered back, giving himself a moment to shake the hit off before he took a calculated lunge forward, knocking Big Jim flat on his back. The bigger man's wrist thick rod spilled from his sweaty grip and rolled outside the four markers. Aaron leapt off to the side and crouched behind his opponent, oblivious of t

Jessica grunted and was knocked away, and her Autumn Waters Sword slipped from her grip. Solana naturally would not back down in the face of the sword light. Instead, she swept her giant ax with an overwhelming force, slashing at it, "Aurora Water Breaking Soul Slash!" Solana roared, and the airwaves rolled up by the ax blade were like iron hooves crashing down. Boom! The spiritual Qi blade stagnated in the air, and Solana's eyes flashed slightly. Her body froze as a trace of blood oozed from the corner of her mouth.

3RD PERSON Everyone is holding their breath while waiting for the duel between Black Dragon and Hercules to start. They seems to be trying to gauge each other’s skill on the sword. Hercules is using a longsword and JD is using a katana. Who will dominate the duel? Everyone is waiting to witness it. Finally, Hercules raised his sword and attacks JD in full force. JD just lightly flicks his katana towards his longsword and deflects the attack. “Is that your best?” JD asks Hercules who is already starting to get annoyed.

If one looked closely, one would notice a shimmering light surrounding each soldier’s weapon—a manifestation of their sword aura, glowing with a fierce intensity. This ethereal aura was not merely a decorative flourish; it was a testament to their skill and training, a sign that they were prepared to face the impending onslaught with unwavering resolve. Each blade radiated a powerful energy, a promise of protection and strength against the monstrous threat that loomed just beyond the city walls.

"We saw what the Architect did! We won't let another monster rule the waves!" Aradaa stepped to the edge of the Ark’s deck. He reached back and pulled Kaelor’s old iron sword from his belt. The blade was no longer rusted; it hummed with a blue-and-silver light, a fusion of the Scholar’s static and the Guardian’s deep-sea resonance. He didn't speak. He didn't plead. Aradaa raised the sword toward the sky and let out a "Static Roar."

I swallowed, letting the tension slip slightly from my shoulders. I couldn’t stop myself from watching him, either. The way he moved was effortless, controlled. He didn’t just lean on the counter—he owned the space, like it belonged to him. And in a room full of chaos, he was calm. Always calm. Always aware. Watching him made me wonder how much of him was armor and how much was the real person.

A gleaming sword with a sharp edge and well crafted hilt caught my eye. "Not that one," Frakas said, noticing my gaze. "That's too good for a rogue." "I need the best if I have any chance," I insisted, wrapping my fingers around the hilt. Frakas shrugged. "Your funeral." As I tried to lift the sword, the weight of it caught me by surprise. My arms trembled and before I could adjust my grip, I lost balance and fell on my butt and everyone started laughing at me. "Not so tough now, are you?" the female warrior taunted.