Sword Dynasty Novels & Stories

"The broadsword is called Soul-swallowing. It has been with me for about a thousand years and has only been used a few times. I won't let the blade return to its sheath until my enemies get hurt." Chu Xun chuckled and raised Dragon's Wrath. "It is called Dragon's Wrath. Whoever touches it will die." "You and I are very similar. We all have the overlords of weapons," Liu Wentian said. Chu Xun sneered and put away Dragon's Wrath the next moment. "Let me tell you, the saber is not the overlord, but I am." As soon as he finished speaking, Chu Xun rushed to Liu Wentian, his fists turning into amethysts. He punched out, with the dragon roaring.

It effortlessly blocked the attack. Andrius’ expression changed. “It’s my turn!” Arthur laughed loudly and drew his weapon for the first time. It was a sword that was entirely golden in color. It appeared plain, but in the early days of the new dynasty, it had a formidable reputation for slaying countless enemies. One side of the dragon was engraved with a dragon and phoenix, exuding a majestic aura, while the other side depicted a thunderstorm, symbolizing the might of the heavens.

I need my sword. Reaching behind my back, I feel the cool, smooth texture of my marking shift beneath my fingers. There’s a brief moment where the ink pulses, almost as if it’s alive, before it solidifies into the hilt of my sword. I draw it out, feeling the familiar weight settle into my hand. The blade hums with energy, a glowing blue that pulses in time with my heartbeat. This sword is mine, a part of me, born of my blood and soul. Athena’s gift, forged from my very essence.

Kaiser, who was wielding a battle sword, stared at Yang Xiao and mocked. "Hm? That's not right! That's your reverse scale? I didn't expect Master Yi to value you so much that he even gave you his sword. That's good. I'll kill you and take it back. This trip to Heaven's Sanctum is worth it!" Kaiser's eyes were locked on the black sword in Yang Xiao's hand, and his face was full of fanaticism. The Dragon's Wrath Sword, which was carried by the Yi Master, was recognized as the best sword in the world. It was forged with Dark Steel from the deep sea, weighed 55 kilograms, and could cut iron as easily as mud!

Exactly as seen earlier in the castle. The sword. “What does that one do?” I asked, pointing to it. “It drinks blood. For anyone it kills, their blood is stored in the blade. You would try to always have a clothing between you and the hilt” That did not sound more beneficial than fairy dust. “So how useful would it be to protect me?” With only a smile, “very” Time to close the deal. “I have one silver coin” playing with the coins against my fingers. “Make it three and we have a deal”

All were shouting and joyful as they were awarded bonuses and overflowing gifts from the Royal Caribbean Group and the Celebrity Millenial Cruise. Sandara is one of the Social Hostesses of the Celebrity Millenial Cruise Ship who is handling the Personal Relations in the said ship. She is also a party-goer 21-year-old cruise staff here. Her beautiful face has a resemblance with a local actress Angel Locsin and has a sexy body of 36-24-36. She is 5'7" in height and had an ivory flawless skin.

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.

Dalia Grey Vision Nordic lands 650 B.C Bjørn Stormrider was returning from his viking raids and like every other drakkar he had a longship full of loot from his pillagings and an unrelenting hitched to be buried once again in the arms of his wife and daughter

"Ah, right. I bought this on my way home. Think you might like this." "I also gave half of that, just to let you know," Frank added. Opening the big thing that was covered with white clothes and a black ribbon, what he saw was a sight of a real sword. With his name carved on the shelf of the sword. “We think that it is time for you to have your own sword. A real one” “And not just any other sword. You know I even get friendly with many people just to make then create that one” leaning, Cielo whispered on Alex. “And that isn’t an ordinary sword, you see”

’ everybody assumed impatiently. Tension of the crowd was aroused in alarm, their hearts raced with unwelcoming anticipation. Finally, a figure emerged from the huge waves as a victor, the sword of Eryndor– Eryndor, exhausted but triumphant, his Conch shell still clutched in his hand.