Sword Dynasty Novels & Stories

Drago whispered, “Drawn to me like the wind to the ocean, like wolves, as you said. Do you understand now/” She shook her head, unable to utter a word. “I’d like that,” she smiled, “But I have a few conditions of my own, my dark dragon,” she stood tall, and firm. “And what is it you would want,” He asked, amused by her show of strength. “I don’t want to dress like a genie everyday, I want normal clothes, like the mercenaries wear, and I want to train with them. I think I would love to be one.” “I believe we can arrange that, with Drago’s blessing of course,” Angel stepped forward with a smirk on her face, “ He is our boss, but dragon’s are jealous creatures, even my Marcu,”

" Hell bloody no, his bicep and broad shoulder were more interesting, though. How would it feel if I ran my hands downward? Would he moan? "I want you to remember that perhaps the most diverse and exotic types of swords were the Asian swords, which include straight, double-edged Chinese longswords (Jian) and single-edged Chinese Sabers (Dao), as well as a myriad of other exotic weapons favoured by martial artists the world over. See this?" Andrew held the sword like it was his other hand, expertly and effortlessly, impressive though. He had been explaining it since forever, which bored her death, but, all Diana could remember was the glint of that sword and his dweet pale hands. It was like

It was uncommon for one to use such an unpopular army weapon. Army weapons were categorized into seven levels—red, orange, yellow, green, blue, indigo and violet. Sloan's sword was an indigo level weapon. Once she took the sword out, the surrounding temperature immediately fell. Everyone from the World Universe was worried for the Seven Fairies. Even though they were Master Saints, it was still challenging to go against a Master Emperor.

“No one is allowed to interrupt. And no other weapon is permitted aside from the chosen sword to use.” “Hercules will get the answers he wants if he wins.” Hercules’ second said. “And if Black Dragon wins, the Olympus Gang will not be seen on Korea ever again. Or they’ll will be found six feet under the ground.” Yosef added. JD and Hercules just stayed quiet and glaring at each other. Their second hand men handed their swords before they begin. Hercules will use a longsword while Black Dragon will use a katana. Both men are known to be expert on using sword during training and combat.

On the pavilion floor lay a sword carved with a dragon, and standing on it was the man who had shouted. He stooped slightly, breath ragged; his eyes were bloodshot, bulging as if they might pop from their sockets. Through gritted teeth he thought, 'Xiu Jian is a damned wretch! I can’t even burn his sword!' Indeed, the trembling, furious man was Huang Fu, and the blade beneath his boot was the Sacred Dragon Sword. He had tried to set the sword aflame—yet not only did the flames refuse to take, the fuel he poured seemed to be absorbed and vanished, drying as if swallowed by the metal itself.

Lucas looked at the crowd of the Ghost Ax Palace faintly. The second in command of the Ghost Ax Palace gulped his saliva and looked at Lucas, horrified. "What sword is that in your hand?" Jin swore that he had never met such a scary sword in his life. Lucas smiled faintly. "If you wish to know, then I shall let you know about it." "This sword is the Immemorial Dragon Sword, the sword that will kill all of you." His comment stunned Jin as well as the crowd of the Ghost Ax Palace.

Swoosh!!! Wynton emerged from the pit and soared into the sky. “Impressive.” A dazzling long sword materialized in his hand. It was none other than the Yaneiri Clan’s legendary weapon, the Moonlit Sword. Wynton gripped onto the Moonlit Sword and began rapidly moving around James. Countless Sword Energies and inscriptions filled the arena to form a Sword World. James was instantly trapped in Wynton’s Sword World, and a crushing pressure fell on his body. Even though he had extraordinary physical strength that made his flesh nearly indestructible, the force of Wynton’s Sword World was enough to cause injuries throughout his body.

Khalid exclaimed, gripping his sword tightly. "Sir Khalid forgive us. The strength of the two of you seems to threaten the entire Sect on this land! We'd better get rid of you from the face of this earth, rather than the names of both of you overshadowing our big names later, "said Zou Fan who is currently known to be the number one strongest warrior in the land of the martial jungle at this time. "Hahaha..Are you sure that only you exist?" shouted Khalid, who was getting angry because he felt trapped by everyone's game in front of him.

Boro and Mika stood in the sand circle as the two finalists. The animosity between the two was so thick in the air it was almost palpable. Boro stood in the ready form, Crane In The Water, standing perfectly balanced on one leg, his sword held out before him. Mika stood in a form that Boro didn't recognize. Boro prided himself on knowing all the forms of classical, and modern, sword art, the fact he didn't recognize this one was puzzling.

She nodded briefly and turned around, and what she saw petrified her, " No!" She shouted, and for the second time that day ran to Jasper. °°°° Their swords collided, gave, collided and gave, as they danced the ancient dance of war. "Give up, Jasper of Moline." Myeen called, breathlessly. "No." Jasper struck again, this time the Athànatoi wasn't quick enough to block Jasper's attack and the hilt of his sword struck Myeen's neck, a move that should have beheaded him, but made only a deep cut. Jasper made to strike again as a shout of rage erupted from the Athànatoi, his eyes burned red, he dropped his sword and held onto Jasper's sword hand with both his hands, black blood oozing from his neck