Sword Empire Novels & Stories

When the ship finally docked, Emery got off the ship and stood at the side for quite some time. It was simply hard to process and overwhelming that she had finally arrived at the land of the known tyrant conqueror, Varmore Empire. As her eyes wandered, the first thing she immediately noticed was the clothing of the people. It was totally different. Back in Silex Kingdom where she grew up, even in Realgar, women wore dresses with long sleeves but in this empire, women showed off their bare arms.

Just a single push is enough to completely open it. “This sword is the very sword I used to take that man’s life. How lucky of you to be killed by the very sword that killed the former king of Voneveir! You should be grateful.” With a hateful gaze he threw upon Alex, the moment the hilt of his sword touched Alex’s neck, it shattered into pieces, making him fall to the ground. “W-what is that?! ” He shouted in surprise to see Alex covered in a blueish-gray shade of light all around his body.

BLADE Chapter One Emiliana's POV At the moment, the only thing on my mind was how to get out of this tight, exposing, goddamn wedding dress. The driver pulled over at a huge mansion. The bodyguards alighted and opened the car door for us. I stepped down and turned back, expecting my husband to step out of the car but he stepped out from the other side and slammed the door shut. I was startled by his action. Then he began to walk inside without waiting for me.

The spectators buzzed with excitement, fervently debating who would claim victory. The duel began with the clash of swords, the sound sharp and relentless as they struck again and again. Vaani pushed forward, driving the Crown Prince to the edge of the cordon. Cornered, he leapt into the air with the agility of a seasoned warrior, somersaulting over her head and landing behind her.

Ulfhild determined to stay as far away from him as possible. Brand had been slightly worried when the giant warrior took the field. It had been quite a while since he had wielded a sword in earnest. There was no need other than the occasional sparring session for fun with his brothers in twenty-first century Wyoming. He was sure to be rusty. But as soon as he felt the first ring of metal-on-metal vibrate down his arms, all his years of training came rushing back. His muscles instinctively bunched and stretched as he deflected, thrust, and countered with the talented warrior. Sweat broke out on his forehead, and he couldn't hold back a small smile of grim pleasure as they continued to fight.

He reached out and tapped the map, selecting the "Admiring Immortals State." In the instrument cultivator profession, he chose the most popular sub-profession: sword cultivator! Sword cultivators had the highest single-target damage, making them the most suitable for one-on-one combat and soloing bosses. Sebastian aimed to become the world's number one, which meant he would inevitably face numerous challenges in the future, including open confrontations, covert attacks, assassinations, and more.

Any of the men and boys who were able to wield a sword or weapon were told to stand ground and fight. “But Prince Adian, some of us are farmers,” said an elderly man. “Don’t worry, you don’t have to, but whoever can, we asked that they pick up a pitchfork, or anything that can be used as weapon to defend our city. Because once they run through our border, they will annihilate the rest of the world,” said Prince Adian. He could hear everyone gasping. “Do not panic, we got the General and the Great Four Warriors of our Dragon Empire to stand in the front.”

Rain hammered against the city like a thousand angry fists. From the twenty-third floor of a rundown apartment building, Seraphina Vale watched the storm swallow the skyline. The city never slept. It lied. It cheated. It buried secrets beneath towers of glass and steel. And somewhere among those towers stood the man she hated most. Damian Blackwood. The name alone made her jaw tighten. At twenty-eight, he was already one of the youngest billionaires in the country. CEO of Blackwood Holdings. Media darling. Ruthless businessman.

The air was thick with the taste of sulfur and ancient death, heavy enough to rip the breath from mortal lungs. Emperor Caelum rode a top-class shadow-warhorse at the head of the obsidian ridge expeditionary force, his midnight-black imperial coat snapping sharply in the freezing gale. His shoulders squared, the dark star-metal crown glinting in the pale, ashen light, throwing a long, commanding shadow across the scarred ground. His gold-and-silver eyes scanned the perimeter with the cold, calculating focus of an apex predator who smelled blood on the wind.

“ First, I want to acknowledge General Edward for being a good leader. I have learnt so much from you and I hope to keep learning more." General Edward stood up for recognition. Murmurs of approval erupted through the hall. He was a very respectable man. He had fought alongside two generations of kings to preserve the borders of Bolivia. He sat down sending a greatful smile to the royal family. Alpha Rudieloff continued."There have been minor disturbances especially across the battle valley near the Tozon forest, nothing alarming, but readiness is essential. We have therefore reinforced the eastern ridge. The rogue activity has dropped by half. The younger wolves, We have decided to raise an