Sword Magic Novels & Stories

However, Lucas walked slowly toward them with Immemorial Dragon Sword in his hands. Cold sweat drenched their bodies. The disciples of God of Clouds Organization looked at Lucas in horror. "Don't... don't come over." "Of course I have to come over." Lucas revealed a faint smile. He raised Immemorial Dragon Sword in his hands again and shouted, "World-Destroying Sword Script!" ... As he finished his words, the sword fell. It was a God Ranked Skill, World-Destroying Sword Script. Suddenly, countless powerful sword radiance flew out.

I don't know how long can I endure standing here acting as bait and why are they taking so long to attack the beast. I can't wait anymore, so I decided to make the first move. I waved my right hand and release the sword that was forged by a famous blacksmith the Devil's hand. I was about to swing it onto the beast when one of its heads bites into my right arm. The sword immediately drops to the ground and disappeared. The sword is specially designed for me alone and I am the only one who can wield it. The sword will disappear if it is no longer in my possession and I am the only one who can summon it.

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

Salj seemed a bit let down after that. Matthew became curious. “Why? What’s wrong?” Salj unsheathed the sword and showed the blade to Matthew. “This sword, it is imbued with dark magic. Upon summoning astra, it lights itself on fire. The user does not have to chant any spells nor do anything special. On top of that, the blade is made using a special type of material that is not even metal.” The dwarf explained with such obsession. Matthew was surprised to hear this, especially the part that was said to be non-metal. “What do you mean it’s not metal?”

While Maxim dealt with Samuel, the rest of the griffin knights would attack the dragon at once. Maxim unsheathed his sword and coated it with aura. Samuel did the same and coated his sword with aura. An aura user. Both of them were the aura users who were also the sword masters. Swordmaster was the sword user who had enlightenment and was capable of using the aura to cut the enemy. Swordmaster was the strongest sword user that not many could achieve. Maxim raised his sword into the air and pointed at Samuel. The white aura shot up to the sky before pointing at Samuel.

I held my hand out, feeling mist and black smoke gather, forming into a cool length of metal that sang against my skin. The Sword lengthened as if from thin air and I hefted it, the weight gleaming black metal comforting in my hands. I slashed in the direction of Eryndor’s lunge and he twisted, barely managing to get out of the way. He tumbled to the ground behind me and leapt back to his feet, his eyes fixed solely on my weapon. The black length was double-edged, ending in a sharp point that seemed to catch the light when it moved, despite its color. The hilt was solid gold and cast in the shape of small wings sprouting from either side of the grip. It was a majestic weapon.

It smelled of damp stone, old hay, and solitude. Makil was already there, warming up with a series of fluid stretches that further betrayed his training. He wore similar clothes to yesterday, and two practice longswords were thrust into the ground at the center of the yard. Leigh arrived silently, a shadow detaching from the deeper shadows of the archway. She'd re-braided her hair tightly. She said nothing, simply walked to the center, pulled one sword from the earth, and tested its weight. "No rules," Makil said, pulling the other. "First to yield, or be disarmed."

Immediately, all her lightening redirects to my sword. Lorelai’s eyes go wide, and she screams her frustration. I pull my sword out of the ground. “Lightening Wielder.” I tell her. My sword had been forged by dwarves. Their magic is strong and they put their magic into the swords they create. This one had been a gift from my father. He gave it to me, knowing lightening was the strongest part of my air element. It just worked out for me that Lorelai decided to take the air element. She cannot defeat me using lightening.

On my ring, the weave was hardly noticeable, due to the small size, but on the large Maxim ring it was clearly visible. - Maxim, but what about the turnover? - She asked when we just left. - And for this I will buy you a chain. Only here the special ones are not sold. We went down the street, along the shop windows, and interestingly, the flow of people around us, as if people felt the power emanating from the alpha. Although, maybe it really was? Deciding to ask about it later, she clarified: - Who cares? Are there any differences? - There is. For werewolves, a special weaving was invented: the chain does not break during turnover, but, as it were, stretches on the animal's neck and it is m

Knights, mana sword knights, magicians from the tower. That's the ones that are supposed to participate in the subjugation.I thought for mor eminutes before coming into a good plan. Mana sword knights are the one who was supposed to slice the dragon wings while the magicians will set up a barrier around the surrounding of the drago so once it turns into berserk mode, it won't cause too much damage around the mountain. In short, we are basically jailing it. With the barrier around it, it won't be ablw to go o