Sword Magic Novels & Stories

I outburst in frustration. Damien chuckled. "She'll be fine; she's just afraid. She's awake, Sage, maybe not mentally but physically. She needs assurance that she's safe before she can heal completely and wake." My brows furrowed in confusion. "She's an Afsrid wolf." I didn't say a word yet, but I digested what he had just said.

Lyra paused to observe a blacksmith as he inspected a freshly forged sword. The blade gleamed with a faint blue hue, a sign of the enchantments that had been worked into the metal. “This one’s strong,” the blacksmith said, his voice rough from hours of shouting over the din. “Sharp enough to cut through a Shadow Order’s armor, and it’ll hold an edge even after a hundred strikes.” Nearby, a mage stepped forward, her hands glowing with soft, golden light. She whispered an incantation, and the sword shimmered briefly before the glow faded. “It’s warded now,” the mage said. “It’ll resist the dark magic they’re known for.”

“Sanguis Umbra... arise.” From my back, wings exploded—jagged, glass-like constructs of obsidian laced with crimson veins. The sky flickered with lightning as the blood in my veins answered my call. A hiss escaped my lips as my sword appeared—Crimson Mourning—forged in the underworld and fed with the souls of fallen enemies. The blade thrummed in my hand, alive, hungry. All around us, the wizards unleashed their spells. Lightning, flame, frost—chaotic and furious. But I moved with the grace of a phantom, slicing through the spells as I charged forward.

"Scream loudly, it's still a lightning strike peach wood sword, a thing that is strong and strong, that specializes in restraining ghosts, it seems that this old man's status is not small." Cadell Marcus thought to himself, couldn't help but look at this Waldo Roy Wizard seriously. Looking at the peach wood sword in Waldo Roy Wizard's hand, under the spiritual power spell, there were nine dense white light points above the peach wood sword, flashing restlessly. Naturally, ordinary people cannot see these white points of light, but Cadell Marcus can. In other words, the Waldo Roy Wizard in front of him is a nine-year-old Wizard, and has not yet reached the Wizard level.

The sword seemed to resonate with his touch, as if aware of the consequences that lay ahead. With a determined resolve, Rico raised the sword, its blade shimmering in eerie, otherworldly light. He whispered incantations long buried in the annals of time, and the room seemed to vibrate with an ominous energy. The world outside began to ripple, and then, with an almost deafening crescendo, it froze.

My white fur stood on end. Once she was floating five-storeys high, she released seven swords from the symbolic circles, caging me in place as if I was a prisoner. They were gigantic and in different colors accordingly staying true to what they represented: wind, fire, earth, forest, water, sky, time, and lastly, space. The swords around me created a stronger gravity. I wasn't able to leap out but this didn't worry me. Sofia started chanting and then, the swords began to glow even brighter.

A way to create a weapon with words: Powerful, mighty words. "Sincon Hivat Mitan!" I yelled as I brought my palms together. A light started flashing around my arms as a heavy object land on my palms. I grinned as I saw two Dragon's tongue swords. Their sharp edges designed to cut the skin of demons. True to its name, it was made by the mighty dragons. The red symbol lighting up as I held them with my hands. I caught the back of the demon as it was turning to another corner. Idiot. How long can you run a-

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."

Deliberating on this, he retrieved the Scarletsky Sword and initiated its practice. While the Scarletsky Sword appeared unremarkable at first, Severin ignited its flames during the process of accustoming himself to it. A luminous divine light merged with the sword, and the ensuing hum signaled the release of a formidable swordwill. The swordwill shot up to the sky, and the pressure was so strong that even a level four supreme saint like Severin was startled by the piercing pain on his skin.

From sadness into happiness in a short time, she was one of the experts. "What weapon do you like?" "Twin swords, I like two for play." "System! Active blacksmith and making one Sword." Tink! The menu options release. "What state need to imbue?" "Strength." Tink! One weapon done, imbue sword strength success. Tink! State sword release. Name : Sword Strength : 10 "Spelling?" She talking alone, with little voice till her ears can't be listening to herself. "Try this Sword." The weapon out from thin air, he takes it and gives it to Cleo Nie.