Sword Hero Novels & Stories

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.

He could have sworn that this was the first time he was this stunned "Lucas the Demon, what sword are you holding right there?" Quinto barked while staring at Lucas. Lucas smiled carefreely and hoisted the Immemorial Dragon Sword and said each word slowly. "This sword is known as the Immemorial Dragon Sword. It's also the sword that's going to kill you!" The Genetic Fighters on both sides of Wonder Lake took in a deep cold breath when they heard what Lucas had to say. They all agreed that Lucas was the most domineering person on Earth.

Sekora asked. “You will be able to recognize them by the symbols on the hilt, first there is the Tsunami sword recognizable by the wave, next is the Earth breaker sword represented by broken earth, next is the Shadow sword represented by a ghost, next is the Sun saber represented by a sun, next is the Phoenix Wing sword recognized by wings, next is the Speed sword represented by a rabbit and finally there is the Power sword represented by a bull.” D2 replied going back to the lighter tone of voice.

That was why I had kicked off his sword from the right hand, hard enough to injure his bone. "So a wolf has courage now," he muttered standing up while holding his legs, he had channel energy to it, healing it. This was exactly what I wanted, a wolf using energy to heal himself, causing their energy level to reduce and since Kai had been using his energy to attack me, he was pretty much weak. He was only holding himself for his team. However, just when I thought I was about to win, someone throws Kai a second sword at him. This was cheating and it wasn't fair. I looked at Roman who seemed puzzled as well, he was trying to find out who did it, but in a crowd like this, it was hard to tell.

Even if they would still respond if the master only used their energy. Rion's sword was named Zephyr. The 'gentle breeze', even though the attack was not anything gentle at all. It was always deadly, but with the minimum wound. This is how Rion could show a little compassion to those who fell as his enemies. A quick, merciful death.

My heart drums a terrifying rhythm, threatening to make me combust. I bring my own knife in a downward motion as if I were attempting to carve a cross on his chest. He falls back but not before the blade kisses his tanned skin. He snarls in my direction while my ears muffle the sound that surrounds me, focusing my attention on the rough-looking hybrid. He descends on me, sending blow after blow with agility and ferocity. My body bends and whirls, sidestepping each one of his strong hits, studying the motions, though I know that I won't be able to keep him at bay for long.

’ everybody assumed impatiently. Tension of the crowd was aroused in alarm, their hearts raced with unwelcoming anticipation. Finally, a figure emerged from the huge waves as a victor, the sword of Eryndor– Eryndor, exhausted but triumphant, his Conch shell still clutched in his hand.

“You’re not meant to be Alpha Ryu.” An outburst of laughter erupted behind me. It was Ryu, and he was hideous, with blood rolling out of his eyes and a silver sword in his hands. I suppose someone had given it to him while Kyle was busy speaking. “I slashed your hand, and you think you’ll survive my sword aura?” He chuckled, his hands on the handle as he swung it towards Kyle. I felt the heat as the air from the blade moved towards Kyle. “So this is Sword Aura.” I murmured, “Is he an elemental?”

He had two knives in his hands now and before Slither could even blink, Jake stabbed each knife into his shoulders. “Any last words, Slither?” “Who the fuck are you?” Slither asked him with a grimace. “Wrath.” Jake pulled the knives from his shoulders and turned the blades, swiping them across Slither’s throat. Blood sprayed over Jake’s face, and when he turned around, his eyes looked lifeless. He walked past Weasel, back in the direction of where they left the van, and Weasel jogged to catch up with him. Neither man said a word and Jake climbed into the back of the van, leaned against the doorframe and closed his eyes.

Silhouetted against it, she saw Makil, and the saboteur, locked in combat at the tunnel’s mouth. The man was skilled, desperate. He fought with the pick, its heavy head whirling in the confined space. Makil, with the shorter sword, was defending, but the tunnel gave him no room to maneuver. The man swung the pick in a wild arc. Makil ducked, but the pick head grazed his temple, sending him stumbling back, dazed. The saboteur raised the pick for a killing blow. Leigh didn’t shout. She threw the dagger.