Sword Empire Novels & Stories

A crest gleamed on his chest plate: the Moonveil Citadel emblem, a silver wolf's head wreathed in thorns, symbol of an ancient order long whispered in legends. In his grip, he wielded a sword that sang of forgotten forges—a massive greatsword with a blade as long as a man's arm, etched with glowing runes that pulsed like veins of starlight. The hilt wrapped in blackened leather, guarded by a crossbar shaped like crossed fangs, it hummed with arcane power, cleaving through monster hides as if they were parchment. Each swing arced with devastating force, severing limbs and heads in sprays of dark ichor, the warrior pivoting seamlessly, boots sinking into the mire without falter. He fought alon

He raised his dark steel longsword, its blade glowing with suffocating violet aura as he prepared for the final duel. "Your false power is broken, Jamie," Grim declared, his voice booming with absolute authority. "Face me as a man, or die where you stand." Jamie landed heavily on stone flags, drawing his jagged obsidian sword with trembling hands. Bitter, desperate rage burned in his bloodshot eyes as he glared at the Emperor. "I will never surrender to you, Grim!" Jamie screamed, lunging forward for a final, frantic duel. The final duel for the future of the empire had officially begun, beneath the watching eyes of the imperial monarchs.

"The Sylph Dominion answers your call. Command us, and our wind archers will march alongside your wolf guards." Kael sheathed his blade with a soft clack. He looked out through the open leaf dome toward the south, where Emperor Solon’s imperial army was marching toward their ultimate doom. "Raise the banner," Kael commanded softly. "The final campaign begins now."

- Captain Arlen, 3rd Eastern Scouts The Shattered Wheel. Makil’s mind, a well-ordered archive of threats, supplied the information. A fanatical sect from the broken kingdoms beyond the eastern mountains. They believed in purification through chaos, in breaking the “wheel” of civilized order. They were not an army; they were a plague. And they were in Leigh’s home.

But its prestige lay mainly in the sword. When it came to the art of using blades, Emperor Academy was the place to be. Whereas King’s Crown and God King focused on strengthening foundations and increasing the person’s ability on a whole, Emperor Academy focused on raising one’s affinity with their weapons. They were masters at lifting up complete novices into weapon specialists. And even the uncommon saber was common there. And that was why Sarong was going there. In fact, Sharon was merely, once again, a tagalong. If the people were to find out that the Celestial Emperor had allowed God Academies in just because of his son, they would have vomited copious amounts of blood in anger.

These eight commanders look at their army as their army looks at them with respect and admiration. Seeing such numbers, no matter how many times she sees it, she still gets the chills crawling all over her body. This massive army is in their command. Everyone would wonder, how in the world did Sena manage to get there? or How in the world is she in something like an army? All of us have filled a tons of questions in our head but the fact that she's standing up there really. Who or what are they fighting? What are they fighting for? Why are they fighting?

I said. "Why?" She asked. I shrugged my shoulder. "I guess to start his pack. I once overheard mother say that the evil Ripper was no longer Haven's business but New-Yawk's as he had started a deadly pack there." "That's so cool." Sandra said, already in awe of him. "Dangerous but cool." She added. She was right. Blade's history was somehow cool, except… "Is that all?" She asked, snapping her fingers at my face. "Is that all you saw about him."

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.

Clandestine Empire. An empire consisted of different regions where mages and non-mages co-exist. The north was protected by people with earth affinity magic, south with wind, east with water, west with fire, southwest with lightning, southeast with ice and the northwest with plants while the northeast had magic affiliated with animals. Aside from the different territories under different lieges, the outskirts were composed of free cities. One of those cities would be found in the southern outskirts. The South City was also known as the Lawless City.

I Yamato lay on the ground with his arms stretched in front of him. Sasaki turned, looked at the city in the distance. His step is light, but firm. He walks, without a thought about the world. There is no one stronger and faster than he is. He knows this. Yamato was considered a great sword-master, he easily defeated him. The road was new, made in the first days of the new empire; it changed a lot of things mostly for the better. The distance between towns was drastically shortened. Sasaki walked. The forest was quiet, calmly quiet. The large trees with their crowns made a perfect shade. Outside, of the shade, the temperate was warm, too warm, even for those who are used to it. He walked slo