Sword Emperor Novels & Stories

before any follow up training. After finishing his 100 Squats, Theo was dead tired, so he took 30 minute rest and start running. from his house to town is only 10 meters, so he decided that the route he will take will be that. running approx. 30 min minute, he took rest. so that he can start swinging the sword. After taking rest Theo took the sword, still mesmerized how beautiful was the black sword, he notice that, there was something engraved in the handle of sword. Theo look at the engraving and read," Agerico, hmm, it must be name of the sword, let see what is written down," he muttered." drop a drop of blood, what does it meant" feeling confused and little bit of fear, Theo decided that

He stiffened in his seat when he saw the familiar man in front of him holding a sword. "Sebastian?"

I would've smiled if fear hadn't gripped my heart, threatening to still the pounding thuds hammering in my ears. Henchmen was the Scorcher's name for the law enforcers that patrolled the perimeter of the walled Cities. Each town had their own legion and the scorchers hated them all, almost as much as the henchmen hated them.

She stopped when she noticed the room had dropped a few degrees and she looked at the man with her to notice that he was vibrating and she need not to be told that it was from anger. The next she saw was him turning to the wardrobe behind him and turning back to her with a sliver gun in his hand, pointed at her. His eyes were darker than usual and every pore on his body spoke of danger. Her heart missed a beat as she finally realized that she was now looking at the El Diablo her father told her about and she wondered what her fate would be.

Of course, his clothes wouldn't be complete without his sword, Scorpion. Scorpion and Sagittarius are swords from the ancient times, it already exists since Seruvia's era. Because of the works piling on his table since the day he took over the throne, he didn't had a spare time to visit his favorite place in the palace── the pond on the west wing── so his feet automatically brought him there as he walked in the palace's grounds.

Quickly after that came a frightening realization. ‘The Harusame family’s most powerful attack—the Full Bloom! ‘It is also Kenzo’s most powerful technique, and the reason why the swordfighter community in Japan recognize him as the best swordfighter in the nation. ‘Crap, this is bad!’ Ash finally realized the danger but it was too late. His body remained rooted to the ground even though his brain tried desperately to evade the incoming blow. The single glint from the blade turned into two, and then four, and then eight… as it proliferated into countless terrifying glimmering blades.

He frowned and said, “I never expected you to have such a magical weapon.” Reed snorted coldly and said, “This is the Green Dragon Sword that once accompanied the Imperial Preceptor to conquer the eight kingdoms! Seeing this sword is like seeing the Imperial Preceptor!” Cooper raised his eyebrows, and his face was cold. He stared at Reed for a long time before he bowed slightly and said, “Cooper Berry pays respect to the Imperial Preceptor.” After that, Cooper sneered and said, “Reed, do you think you can stop me with the Green Dragon Sword? If I really want to take you down, it won’t help you even if you have the sword!”

Cameo asked from behind me as I stepped into the air-conditioned space. I ignored him. My fingers drifted lazily over the weapons. Metal kissing my skin, while one name burned through my mind. Abel Roshid. “Sir?” “Cameo, do as I’ve said.” My voice cut in, cold and final. His heavy sigh followed, then the sound of the door closing behind him. When I was alone, I picked the flick blade with serrated edges. Unsheathed it and ran my thumb along the ridges, feeling every bite of it. A dark smile curled on my face.

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.