Sword Emperor Novels & Stories

Those eyes are the pure blue-green of the ocean which can drown anyone in its current, along with its long curly eyelashes like the waves which can pull you in its depth. But then suddenly there is a knock at the door. I immediately look away, my heart beating fast as if I’ve just committed a grave sin. Eren’s eyes narrowed. “Let me see.” He gets up from the couch and walks to the door. I follow him and stand behind. He opens the door and I smile as I see the least expected person. Azure Heredia. “Azure.” I say which makes Eren frowns. “What are you doing here?” Azure is breathtaking. He is of white skin, with azure blue eyes. His face is squarely shaped and perfectly shaved. As for his hair

Dozens of ordinary people were in awe as they witnessed him butcher the monster. There was unwavering respect and admiration in their eyes. Seeing one of the world's strongest fighters was something they would remember for the rest of their lives. If Selena Wright was the Empire's sole Swordmaster, Nikolaus was the Empire's sole Spearmaster. "Is the area secure?" He said. "Indeed, Leader!" A knight in white and crimson gear responded. "Good. I believe we are all..." "Leader!" Nikolaus's words were cut short by a breathless voice. He was slightly taken aback.

Byleth’s breathing was battered as his eyes turned glassy. He was blinded, as though he was face to face with a terrifying beast in his mind’s eye. Taking a deep breath, he answered, “From what I’ve heard, the Saint’s deployed three superior class fourth-tier powerhouses… led by Ezra Sword. The Saint… he’s in it to win it.” “N-No way. F*ck no... Ezra Sword?!” Dick cried as he gasped for air. He leapt to his feet in disbelief.

she said smugly. "But what if?" "There is no what if? This sword style is hand-made by the first emperor of Chadel. It is vastly superior to the south's turtling swordplay. " "What was the Emperor's name again," I asked, grinning. I might have been playing hooky, but that doesn't mean I didn't study. "I—uh—it doesn't matter. What matters is that I need peace and quiet when practicing!" "Yeah yeah," I said, leaning back.

She is pure chaos!''' \\\\\\\\\\ "Yeh Jo halka halka suroor Hai by Farhan Saeed Listen to it at the end when you’re done reading! (:" --------------- A hiss escaped his lips as the freezing water ran down the back of his hands and arm. "You alright, man?" Kabir's concerned voice asked. A smile was stretched wide on Abraham's lips. Kabir probably thought he had gone mad. He was in pain but was smiling so heartily. Kabir was staring at him.

“…Oh, right. My name’s August Whisperwind, a human. I’m Ranked Fifth among the first years, codename, .” A quick and simple introduction. Though he may not look like it, he seems to be quite the smooth talker. I will remember your name, . The person sitting next to him is Crimson Veludora Blaze, a hybrid of a dragon and phoenix in a humanoid form. He’s been glaring at me for an awfully long time already. When he knew it was his turn, he broke his eye contact and looked away with an enraged and grumpy look. …Weirdo. Even for a dragon.

Silence and emptiness had mended the crips of the birds. Ejima rested her hands on her sling as she roamed the narrow path. As a novice in the shrine, she was not allowed to wear a sword, but that does not mean she was harmless. She was a sling master and could cause twice the damage as any good sword. War was not something anyone in their right senses would wish for. She has not seen one herself but she’d heard too many scary tales from her husband to desire one. The hunger, the killings, and the tragedy. It was too heavy a mental picture to draw, let alone wishing for one. The gods forbid we have wars in this harvest period. Ejima prayed as she rounded the narrow path and into the village

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.

He slammed right into a large stone wall, his body trembling. “H-How could I be injured? It shouldn’t be… ugh! This sword!” The little dragon realized that the sword piercing his body was the Dragon Conqueror’s Sword—a sword capable of draining a dragon’s blood—but how could the Blood Sect possess it? He recognized the person who owned this sword; the little dragon’s expression changed as he stared at the Eighth Elder. “Da Bo, is that you?” the little dragon shouted, staring at the Eighth Elder, who was smiling broadly.

Madam Amelia seemed to know this as she nodded her head at me. “Now what? You can’t break your vow. What will you do? You can’t have a Wolf Rider running around Astoria.” There it was. She knew what her daughter was. The half human part of it was the least of it. The fact that she was a Rider—a creature that could control a werewolf with a simple command. A creature that ruined my family's life. A creature, who must be destroyed before it gains power. There hasn't been a rider born in half a century, and even before, there was only one that ruled Astoria.