Sword Dynasty Novels & Stories

Theo drag his body out of the stream to shore and laid back making the huffing sound. It was Theo first battle, and it was the hardest battle of all, and as well as Theo regret not bringing his sword, because it would be a little bit easy, with the black sword, over time during the practices, Theo notice that the black sword was too sharp, and feel regretted and thankful for the person who sold it without knowing anything.

Sekora asked. “You will be able to recognize them by the symbols on the hilt, first there is the Tsunami sword recognizable by the wave, next is the Earth breaker sword represented by broken earth, next is the Shadow sword represented by a ghost, next is the Sun saber represented by a sun, next is the Phoenix Wing sword recognized by wings, next is the Speed sword represented by a rabbit and finally there is the Power sword represented by a bull.” D2 replied going back to the lighter tone of voice.

Her brows were slightly frowned as she was understanding why he was being too considerate or was it not considerate? The Flaming Red Fire of Lava is a very powerful sword that can kill thousands of people with one swift move. It can even end hundreds of lives of monsters. It was so strong that everyone wanted it, but it came to an end when Vailan, when he was still a Crown Prince, got it out of accident and no one has seen its appearance after that.

BLADE Chapter One Emiliana's POV At the moment, the only thing on my mind was how to get out of this tight, exposing, goddamn wedding dress. The driver pulled over at a huge mansion. The bodyguards alighted and opened the car door for us. I stepped down and turned back, expecting my husband to step out of the car but he stepped out from the other side and slammed the door shut. I was startled by his action. Then he began to walk inside without waiting for me.

Terra felt his heart tremble as he heard Tsarayu's words and saw a terrifying momentum appearing around him, Tsarayu. "Seven forms of sword saint: second form- Devastation!" Tsarayu made a slash with his sword in the air as a terrifying attack was unleashed from it in the direction of terra.

"We don't need to go to Lin's house. Let's go to my place so I can change. This is a minor wound. I can handle it myself." Ludriev took her spirit sword she had previously put on the side of the arena, and followed him without anymore words. Spirit sword was forged in a special method for those who reached a certain level in swordsmanship. The sword was unique and believed to be sacred, as it had its own spirit, which, if it didn't feel a strong connection with the wielder, they wouldn't be able to use it. Therefore, usually a sword spirit only had one owner and vice versa.

A young man named Song Han seemed to be fighting on stage against another young man named Xu Zhen. Song Han was a Roque Cultivator with a long sword called the Dragon King. Roque Cultivator here means a fighter - a martial artist who does not come from any sect or clan. For his opponent Xu Shen, a fighter originally from the Tiger Boxing and Sword Martial Arts School, his weapon is a large hammerhead; he relies on outside power. Song Han appeared with the Sky Lord Dragon Dance move; he tried to bully Xu Zhen with the Thousand Shadows Meteor Shower move.

What's wrong with Shin? * To Be Continued *

"Let's find you a more worthy opponent this time. Sigurd!" The giant slowly made his way to stand in front of Brand, his great longsword held loosely in his massive hand. The newcomer took up his own blade and nodded once. Rather than striking immediately, the two large men circled each other taking each other's measure. Sigurd tired of the waiting first and struck a blow. Brand seemed to parry it easily, but from that moment, the fight was on.

Or had they, like her, walked quietly toward the fire, holding onto pride as their last armor? The dragonkin said nothing. Offered no comfort. But one, the shorter one with the cruel smile, glanced at her just once before the Sanctum doors came into view. Not pity. Not warning. Something older, stranger. Recognition. By the time they stood her before the Sanctum doors, her heart was hammering. The corridor outside was lined in red-veined stone and unlit braziers. The doors themselves loomed—twice her height, black as volcanic glass, engraved with an emblem she didn’t recognize: a coiled dragon wrapped around a bleeding sun.