Sword Hero Novels & Stories

He kneeled on one knee and bowed. “I know.” Sherif Jumpei. He was the disciple that inherited the Loyalty Sword. Loyalty Sword was the power that powered up the mind and the body and acted as a true servant to the one they served. In this case, his loyalty was sole to Persephone; his master and savior. “Will Lord Hades be okay, master? Should I aid him on the battlefield for a certain result?” “Hahaha.” The sound of her laughter vibrated through the place. “You don’t have to be so uptight. He will be okay. My husband is not a weakling that needs your backup.”

“I made you famous, I made you powerful, I made you rich and invincible and you aren’t even grateful enough to appreciate the times when we worked as a team.” “You made me a beast,” I said in grief. “Now, I’m just a villain in every wolf storybook. The anti-hero to every little wolf-child.” “Stop crying over spilt milk, Blade. There’s nothing you can do anymore, all the efforts you’ve made in the past three years turned out fruitless and when I eventually take control, I would make sure the world never forgets The Ripper.” “I’m sure you’re excited.” I said with a defeated voice.

The sword began to tingle in his grip as Rhychard blocked another swing. He could hear the words the other Warriors were chanting and soon the words began to make sense to him even though he couldn't make them out. He focused on Mephalus, but he repeated the same chant as the others, reaching with everything Kree taught him into the sword. He felt the other Warriors, felt their lifelines. Out of the corner of his eye he saw a tall, thin elf with long blond hair look at him, a smile on his face. Then he nodded at Rhychard and melted into the air, his life force flowing toward Rhychard and entering the sword once again. The blade pulsed with the added energy and Rhychard felt it grow more soli

' "I'm going to be the New leader of this pack; Sara said with all seriousness as she attacked his dantian. She crippled and left climbing to the top of the palace, she let out a howl with Alpha Calhoun's dantian on her hand. . . . . . The greatsword slashed the soldier's body many times obtaining no apparent results while the inscribed knife continuously found breaches in the representative's guard and stabbed his arms. At some point though, the representative released the grip of one of his hands from the weapon and grabbed Lane's arm as soon as the knife stabbed him. He was using the same tactic of his opponent! Being momentarily immobilized, Lane could not dodge the incoming attack and t

Madchen could only stare up at Drago. His eyes transformed into deep black. He smiled down at her, seemingly pleased at Jason offering her to him. She felt a sharp sting as the knife pierced her shoulder. She gasped for air and blood poured from her mouth. He had punctured her lung. “You have done well, servant,” she could hear Drago growl. This time there was no mistaking it. It rumbled, shaking the furniture. “Bring her to me,” His voice boomed. Jason, rather pleased with himself, threw Madchen at Drago’s feet. She was gasping for air. She was slipping away, she could taste the coppery blood as it welled up in her throat, pouring from her mouth.

For the handle, he took a piece of frozen wood and infused it with his flame before modeling it with his Ax into a crude pair or grips, he didn't have any form of glue but was pleasantly surprised that his fire made the whole thing hold in one piece. The final product ended being an ugly pitch-black shortsword with light-blue energy similar to souls in agony coming from its blade. When he took it to examine it further, he got a notification: [Item created!]: [Death infused sword.] Attack +3 Dexterity +2 Agility +1 Passive effect: [Soul reaper]: The Death infused sword automatically collects the souls killed by its blade to strengthening itself. Its master will absorb part of the spiritual fo

Joaquin's weapon is a fire sword and Bryle's is an arnis that turns into a double sword. "Aaahhh!" Joaquin charged with full force while attacking the scorpion. The scorpion was about to strike him with its venomous tail when he cut it in half. The scorpion squirm and goes on a rampage, causing it to strike the other scorpion. Joaquin and Bryle laughed when they saw that the other scorpions were working together when Joaquin cut off their sibling’s tail.

If one looked closely, one would notice a shimmering light surrounding each soldier’s weapon—a manifestation of their sword aura, glowing with a fierce intensity. This ethereal aura was not merely a decorative flourish; it was a testament to their skill and training, a sign that they were prepared to face the impending onslaught with unwavering resolve. Each blade radiated a powerful energy, a promise of protection and strength against the monstrous threat that loomed just beyond the city walls.

We rushed to the main hall and then continued to where we found other superweapons the other day. I turned right and I said open unto me now your closed doors. The door was unlocked I entered and the aura in the room was above ordinary. They followed me and I said this is your superweapon we have to take it. The sword said no I can’t recognize you. Who are you? May just took the blade and cut three of her fingers for her blood and drooped the blood on the sword. What is your name. the sword asked. May quickly responded my name is Mayfair Boating I am your new master.

The force was a testament to the hidden man’s strength. “Swoosh! Swoosh!” The sword swiveled in the air as a figure emerged from outside. The person had a stout build. It was Rio. He was one of the top ten fighters of Ryokan’s Refined Blade Clan. Rio reached his hand out to grab the spinning blade. Without pausing, he chopped down on Hannah’s head.