Sword Hero Novels & Stories

Sir William, who was on the edge of the abyss, was staggering, and could scarcely have the strength to hold the shield, which slid across his chest, yet those on the edge cried out to be the same William of old again, and these words seemed to enchanted, coming from the throats of the comrades who wanted to see him again the same swordsman worthy of the knightly girdle, immediately the sharpest eye would have seen a murmur of encouragement floating on William's lips, and a fierce light in his eyes, which aimed his eyes d'Ampezzo who avoided their way. At the first touch of the swords, William retaliated briskly, and the spectators began to murmur quietly about the new champion, at the second

She faintly felt that the sword was slowly getting her powers and she smirked at how cunning the sword is. She pointed at the sword and giggled. She didn’t expect the sword to be that shameless. “Leen, have you seen a shameless sword before?” The sword flinched and Lixien curved up her lips. The sword can even understand what she says. Leen blinked her eyes and tilted her head. ‘How can a sword be shameless?’ There was also a rumor that the sword has a guardian who wears a white customized clothes. What can that mean except that the sword is a man itself? The sword slightly moved forward.

“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 blade gleamed with a brilliant silver light, its edge shimmering with a promise of sharpness. The blood sword! I exclaimed internally, astonished by the fact that I had successfully conjured the legendary weapon known to be wielded by a valiant warrior from Cairos—a neighboring nation to Springgan. Apollo had shared stories about it, expressing his dream to create such a weapon one day. Empowered by the gauntlet, I held the blood sword with ease. The blade's edge gleamed, a testament to its lethal potential. Just as the icy shield surrounding me shattered, the dominus seized the opportunity to consume me. Its jaws opened wide as it lunged towards me. Reacting swiftly, I positioned the sw

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

During breakfast, Lyosha told his wonderful story: - You see, in the next pack there is just a lovely she-wolf. I've already been with her a couple of times, and then she calls - they say she missed me, I want to see you. Well, what am I? I am for it. So we met at the border of the flocks. As it turned out, not only I laid eyes on her, but also another subject. In general, I grappled with this bastard and his friends. Well, three for one is somehow not fair, don't you think? Of course, I will be stronger, blood, as they say, is not water. I made them. And this fool, seeing how I tear her mmm ... boyfriend - rushed at me. By the way, it was she who shredded my face. He threw it away, well, an

His sword moved slowly in the air in front of him, releasing small sparks. As the black slashes arrived in his position, the sparks exploded and instantly destroyed Sara's attacks. However, that action gave Sara enough time to arrive in her opponent's position. 'First form of the Ashura!' She didn't hesitate and unleashed her strongest technique. More than fifteen claws appeared around Manuel and attacked him at the same time! Manuel resorted again to the shield made of sparks to defend himself. Another explosion occurred which distanced the two students from each other. "You are indeed strong."

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.