Sword Magic Novels & Stories

Each long sword costs 500 gold coins. As legal professions are rare, magical equipment is particularly expensive in this world. A ring that can cast the first level spell 'Mage Armour' costs 500 coins, a second level spell costs 2,000 coins and a third level spell costs 6,000 coins. From the third level, it cannot be replenished automatically and must be replenished by a caster of the appropriate level. Even if ordinary magical equipment is not used, it will reach the end of its life in about a hundred years, so it is simply not affordable for ordinary nobles.

The war raged on, a battle of power and soul, each stroke striking like a crescendo amid the storm. My trembling palm clutched Xavier's sword, a relic of power that pulsed with an energy I didn't understand. The blade became an extension of my will as the Demon leaped at me with murderous intent. The sword clashed with its opponent's blade in a dance of survival, each strike mirroring the ferocious struggle for power.

I fought alongside Cain, our magic entwined in a deadly dance, as we pushed back the enemy forces. Amidst the chaos, I spotted a figure lunging toward Cain, sword raised high. Time seemed to slow as I stretched my hand out, desperation lending strength to my voice. “Stop!” I cried, and at that moment, lightning streaked across the sky, striking the assailant’s weapon. The blade shattered into pieces, leaving Cain unharmed. It was a reminder that my powers had been restored, and I marveled at the wonder of it all.

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.

Edgar swung his sword from an unexpected angle, aiming to break through Adrian’s defenses. Adrian sneered and said, "You must have a death wish!" Suddenly, a sword energy appeared in Adrian’s hand, transforming into a radiant arc that shot forward and tore through everything in its path. "What kind of sword technique is this?" Edgar was taken aback, his gaze filled with disbelief as he watched Adrian unleash a technique he couldn’t fully comprehend. He forced himself to calm down and said, "No matter how clever your techniques, I’ll still kill you!" With that, he swung his sword again, and this time, he believed that he'd land a fatal blow. However, Adrian remained standing calmly. He releas

I will need to protect my swelling cock from the sharp blade she chooses. She walks over to a row of swords. "I've only had the one in my life and I have no idea how to test the weight or balance." She peers over her shoulder and I see gold flecks lighting up her eyes. It does something inside of me. I rein it in. My goal is not to like her more than I already do, just to fuck her. "Lift each sword and strike with it as I did the halberd. You'll know your sword when you find it."

Hello, Future Generations. My name is Saber. I’m the current Queen-to-be of the Fox Skulk (Foxes have Skulks like wolves have packs). I understand if this is a new concept to you or if you think that this book you have found can’t be real. I mean, Fox Skulk? Fox Shifters? Magic? If you’re a normal human living your mundane life, I’m sorry, but I’m about to blow the lid off everything you know.

A stream of water started to build up on the edges of her sword, "Way of water! Whirlpool!" A whirlpool forms around the edges of the sword, swirling around it. As she swings it at him Tim jumps out of the way and watches her sword cut through the ground with an explosion of water and sand. Wow! He thought. Way of water sure does not disappoint. He lands feet away and dodges another whirlpool of water. "Sword Style! Way of air. Air Knot." He swings his sword in repeated X motions creating a wind of wall that shoots right at her.

"We don't need to go to Lin's house. Let's go to my place so I can change. This is a minor wound. I can handle it myself." Ludriev took her spirit sword she had previously put on the side of the arena, and followed him without anymore words. Spirit sword was forged in a special method for those who reached a certain level in swordsmanship. The sword was unique and believed to be sacred, as it had its own spirit, which, if it didn't feel a strong connection with the wielder, they wouldn't be able to use it. Therefore, usually a sword spirit only had one owner and vice versa.

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