Sword God In A World Of Magic Novels & Stories

Lana smile then look at the sword on my side so I look at it to just to be confused. “That sword, I told you before that THAT sword is a legendary sword owned by the first grand king of Evetora given by the goddess. That sword holds the magic that can destroy magic like that mists.” Lana said as I pull my sword and look at it. “What do you mean... but how?” I said looking at the sword. “Concentrate your magic and then use the sword then aim it to the sky.” Lana said and I look at the sword. I close my eyes and concentrate my magic into the sword and I open my eyes just to smile seeing that the jade sword glows. I am about to raise the sword as my magic is like a water being poured into a gla

The man with the long sword ran to him as quickly as he could and was forcing his sword to stab the neck of the man in front of him. Lixien stepped up and took the sword he was resolute in holding using her power and she held it blade with her index finger and middle finger. The sword shook and the blade crumbled into pieces. Suddenly, in the middle of the commotion, the soldiers who didn’t sense her presence, kneeled and shouted. “May you live in longevity and may the god bless you, Your Majesty; the Empress.”

'Find the golden dragon, find the seven power stones and forge a weapon that can destroy the demon god. The golden dragon is the only one who can stand up to the demon god but he is not powerful enough. He needs your help, you The legendary mage, his soul mate, and he needs this weapon to fulfill his destiny and save us all.' .................................................... Astoria World 2-01 Cassy, after this weird message, woke up and she was suffocating and drowning... Drowning?

Scarlet Black Sword was a very powerful magic treasure, containing a trace of spirituality. At this moment, it moved because of his opponent. It was obvious that his opponent's next attack was no trivial matter. Coupled with the heavy expression on Luo Shui's face, Zephyr Khan began to vaguely feel that something was wrong. "Boom!" The space vibrated. A silver light beam suddenly flashed out. When they saw it clearly, they found it was a very delicate silver war hammer. An overbearing and fierce aura enveloped it, as if it contained all kinds of thunderbolts.

He stated. "That is because I am no longer the witch that was turned many time ago; I am all powerful... I am a god!" Sonia's eyes became bright flames and her sword engulfed with fire. "What have you done!!!" the wizard exclaimed as it dawned on him what she had accomplished. Sonia once again launched at the wizard who used his divided staff to block the swift movement of the sword. The sword tore through the staff, dividing it further into halves and the wizard searched through for any arsenal he could use in defending himself and was left with his pendant which he quickly hanged on his neck. Sonia smiled as the pendant glowed across the Wizard's neck and she stretched her left hand at the

Jada screamed and begged as the warriors shoved her and Hakeem forward. Our plan was brilliant for one reason alone. No one knew we’d crawled into that decrepit building to quickly switch places. As far as Gideon was concerned, mine and Nox’s abilities were neutralized by silver cuffs. Only, it wasn’t our hands they were on. The cold bite of a metal blade dug into my neck. I noticed instantly that it wasn’t painful, and smiled because the fucker hadn’t even bothered to use a weapon that contained silver. I unleashed my magic, feeding the dark tendrils through the air until they were wrapped around the warriors at our back, and the ones flanking Gideon. A single dribble of blood rolled down m

"Jack wolf, please!" With a surge of adrenaline, Jack Wolf summoned every last ounce of strength. The spear shone brighter, its power surging through him like a river of light. Eryndor's eyes widened in surprise as Jack Wolf's grip tightened, the spear's tip pressing deeper into his chest. The dark magic swirling around him began to falter. Eryndor stood on his ground. The air was electric with the clash of steel and the scent of sweat and blood. Eryndor's Shadowing dagger seemed to dance in the moonlight, its dark blade slicing through the air with a haunting screee-ksss.

Kerton-deso - as they were called, magician warriors, who at the same time masterfully master both the art of combat and witchcraft. Like living runes flowed along the icy-sparkling silver blade, formed into letters, fascinated with their magical light, shimmered and burned with deadly power. - Sheath? croaked the blacksmith. Where did you get this sword? The boy calmly took hold of the silver hilt, the blade cutting through the air in a quick stroke in front of Zoran's face. The sword lived in the werewolf's hand, burned with a special light, recognizing him as the owner. The blacksmith was too well versed in such signs. He looked at the boy with even greater amazement. Werewolf mage? A wer

Jess wished she were standing closer to Caine but reluctantly took Kiaan and Damien's clammy hands when they reached out to her. "Say these words three times," Damien ordered. “Shadows lurking in the night, I summon you, come to us tonight. Give us the revenge we seek, Twist the strong and make them weak. I call on you to make this spell magick, so mote it be." After the third iteration, Jess looked about the room and noticed the others doing the same. Brows raised, Kiaan asked, "Is something supposed to happen?" "Not now," Damien assured him. "But it will. Trust me."

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.