Sword Emperor Novels & Stories

It didn't do anything. Then suddenly, one of the riders pulled air through his teeth. "Oh goddess. Is this... ?" Not far from the woman, something rose from the ground. At first it seemed like a whirl of white and grey dust, then their vision cleared. Opposite the coated woman stood a skeleton. It was nearly as small as she with overly long arms. In its hand was a sword unlike any other. This was a sword that had killed hundreds and would never leave the side of the one that conquered it. The one and only best swordsman of the Falumor Empire.

There is a story of knightly adventure and daring which explains why the name of the sword was changed from that of Murakumo to Kasanagi, which means grass clearing. Once, many, many years ago, there was born a son to the Emperor Keiko, the 112th in descent from the great Jimmu, the founder of the Merhen dynasty. This Prince was the second son of the Emperor Keiko, and he was named Yamato. From his childhood he proved himself to be of remarkable strength, wisdom and courage, and his father noticed with pride that he gave promIteof great things, and he loved him even more than he did his elder son.

shouted Khalid, who was getting angry because he felt trapped by everyone's game in front of him. "It's not just us warriors," said Wang Ge, the warrior who was nicknamed the Asura Monk because of his strength he was ranked second after Swordsman Zou Fan. After Wang Ge said so, hundreds of swordsmen started to come out of their hiding places. chyou Chen started to grin, as the sensation of his heartbeat starting to race was getting stronger. "Is this going to be the end for me," thought Chyou Chen who started to feel a tremor in his legs.

Turning in Rebeca’s direction, Selene asked in a curious tone, “What kind of sword is this? It is not an ordinary sword.” “Of course this is the blessed sword of Seraphim. Only a few high-rank angels have the power and ability to use it. It can destroy all dark energy with a single touch of it,” Rebeca explained till looking in the direction of Dad. What next happened was unexpected for all of us. Dad charged Armaros with that sword and in a swift motion, he cut two wings of Armaross with that Sword and surprisingly Armaros couldn’t even dodge his attack. He was faster than him.

Whoosh! Rags' body glowed eerily as a terrific aura erupted away from his body, like there was a dazzling sun within unleashing waves of terrible sword flashes. The man himself was a sharp sword drawn, its edge at once deadly! "Look closely, Caleb! This is the Grand Death Slash—the signature Emperor-class sword technique of the Eternia Seminary!" Whoosh! He flew out rapidly right then, his sword flashes illuminating the skies like bolts of lightning as he danced through the ranks of his enemies and stabbed through them.

The memories of the borderlands, the hunts, the bloodshed—they all blurred into the background. Only the blade remained. Steel. Control. Focus. He spun the sword once and brought it down in a clean strike that would have split a skull from crown to jaw. The sound echoed softly across the courtyard. Then— “You train early.” The voice came from behind him. Deep. Smooth. Ancient. Adrian froze instantly. His instincts reacted before his thoughts did. He turned and dropped to one knee. “My king.” King Vaelreth stood near the entrance of the courtyard, his dark cloak stirring slightly in the cold morning wind.

I held it with both hands. A fistful of my hair was snatched and he turned me to fully look at him. Before I could register his features, I pushed the sword upwards and into his abdomen as far as I could. His blood splattered on my nightwear and across my face. That was when I noticed his eyes. Or his lack of eyes thereof. He had no eyes, just like the woman at the tower. Just a face with every other feature asides eyes. I screamed when his body came tumbling down on me but now, he was lifeless. Using the last ounce of my energy, I pushed him aside and stood to my feet.

The only eyes she saw, however, were Brandur’s icy blue ones, studying her intently. His sharp perusal made her stomach flutter and she battled to suppress the feeling. She couldn't deny the attraction she felt for him, but she despised herself for it. He was everything she hated - arrogant, selfish, and far too confident for his own good. And, somehow, he was supposed to be her destiny. He stood taller, his movements fluid as he adjusted the grip on his sword and swung it lazily in a figure eight in front of him. His lips tipped up in a tight smile.

’ 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.

Unable to detain myself, I smashed my fist against his jaw. “How could you, Arion? He was your fucking brother, and she was my mate!” Arion had landed on the ground a second after I hit him. His head was turned away as he looked down at the sand, spitting out blood. He didn’t move from his spot but instead started laughing. “I guess there is no sense denying it now. Without the Dragon Stone, she is useless.” Arion slowly rose to his feet. Not wanting him to have the last laugh, I dug into my pocket and pulled out the Azurite Dragon Stone. “You mean this Stone?”