Sword Draw Novels & Stories

A stream of water started to build up on the edges of her sword, "Way of water! Whirlpool!" A whirlpool forms around the edges of the sword, swirling around it. As she swings it at him Tim jumps out of the way and watches her sword cut through the ground with an explosion of water and sand. Wow! He thought. Way of water sure does not disappoint. He lands feet away and dodges another whirlpool of water. "Sword Style! Way of air. Air Knot." He swings his sword in repeated X motions creating a wind of wall that shoots right at her.

"You're going to pay for damaging my shield!" In a swift motion, Severin summoned his Scarletsky Sword, the blade of which was brimming with swordwill that sliced through the surrounding space. With a firm grip on the sword, Severin unleashed thousands of sword beams upon the galaxy monster, with each one spanning ten thousand feet and sweeping away everything in its path.

Abel chanted with one hand and growled, "Sword!" A loud clang was heard, and the sword on his waist flew out from its sheath. It shone with chilling light and shot into Abel's hand like lightning and with precision. Abel pulled the sword out from its sheath, and a sinister flash was seen as the sword swung down. When it collided with all four puppets, sword aura began to shoot out with a brilliant sword flash. The fight was intense. Every exchange resulted in an airwave that made the caves tremble continuously.

Before he could finish, Hardin, who stood next to him, flicked his wrist, and his broadsword swung down in a swift arc. A chilling gleam cut through the air.

She waved her right hand, sending the hair strands hurtling towards me. I vaulted backward, just as the rope vanished from my grasp. Swiftly, I drew both my hands to wield my pair of weapons – a road sabre slashing sword and a cutlass sword with a straight or slightly curved blade, sharpened to its keen edge. Memories of my childhood friend Apolo, a skilled swordsmith, flooded my mind. He had always favored this type of sword.

“She’s inside and there is another man!” “Wait here.” Omar replied, helping the she-wolf to rest against the only wall not covered in blood. Omar moved calmly, pulling a hunting knife from his coat pocket. The way the blade winked wickedly in the pale light sent a chill down Chloe’s spine. She decided there and then she had seen enough of weapons and murder today and turned away from the door, gulping in air. Her throat burned and the bitter taste of bile still haunted Chloe’s mouth. Above her the clouds were breaking and golden sunlight was now filtering through, casting long shadows between the trees. It was too beautiful for the gruesome scene.

I opened my eyes to find a translucent sword in my hands, a manifestation of my intent. Excitement bubbled within me as I examined the ethereal weapon. The edges sparkled with otherworldly radiance, and I could feel the hum of power emanating from it. It was a surreal sight—a sword made not of steel but of the very fabric of existence. Eager to test my creation, I turned my attention to a punching bag hanging in the corner of the training room. With a swift motion, I swung the celestial sword, its energy slicing through the air like a comet's tail. The blade connected with the punching bag, and to my amazement, it split into two perfect pieces.