Sword Novels & Stories

It was a pathetic and undeniable craven existence but it was how they were winning the war. Dave let out a sigh. "No. He used a HG blade." I nodded. A brilliant man named Henry Gomez spent his life developing a UV spiked, but essentially silver based liquid that could be applied to any metallic object, leaving a coat of active poison that would kill both shade and host upon entering the their shared body. Something in perfectly balanced formula temporarily imprisoned the shade and as long as the wounds you inflicted on the human were mortal, the shade shared the same fate. The HG liquid had become as precious to us as light bulbs. It was hard to come by at the best of times, especially out h

“Okay, sir.” “This is the switch. And it does hurt a lot to be hit with.” He places the switch back on the bed and picks up another tool. “This is a paddle. It distributes the blow to a larger area but it’s smack will certainly burn. This is the cane, I’m sure you can see why it’s called that. It is not as flexible as the switch.” He places them all down on the bed again and then turns towards me.

Still, the rouges were laughing but the laughter soon stopped when Lanna's walking stick spun through the air and whacked the lead rogue down "You bitch" he spat before adding "kill her". The rogues all came forward as one, as me and Acre are about to run to her side a flash of silver spun through the air and we watch as Lanna spins and twists, cutting down the rogues, it almost as if she is doing a dance, one by one we see the rogues dropping, Acre leans into me "Did you know her walking stick was a sword? ha asks confused "Dude I didn't even know she had a walking stick, but she sure knows how to use it"

At the top of the silver heart, was a red flashing light. "What the-" I whispered. I squinted my eyes. I looked up when the bushes across from us rustled. Was it an animal? Gedeon? Or did Eliza find us? Of all options, I wasn't expecting Lucas to step out from behind a tree. I choked on the breath in my throat and Alastor froze. Lucas looked deranged. His hair was wild and his eyes were wide; crazed. His shirt was smeared with dirt. In one hand he held a small black device with a red light on it, flashing frantically. On the other, he held a pistol. A smirk grew over his lips. Not his normal smirk-the one I had grown fond of-but sinister and bone-chilling. His eyes were locked on Alastor and

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."

The front door was open and James and I bumped into each other trying to get through it at the same time. The man stood near the kitchen table, his hands shook lightly and I saw the knife in his hands. Adara stood in front of him, shielding Kai in his carry cot with her body. She was in her wolf form and there was blood on her chest. She was snarling at him and he held his one hand up as if surrendering.

Exactly as seen earlier in the castle. The sword. “What does that one do?” I asked, pointing to it. “It drinks blood. For anyone it kills, their blood is stored in the blade. You would try to always have a clothing between you and the hilt” That did not sound more beneficial than fairy dust. “So how useful would it be to protect me?” With only a smile, “very” Time to close the deal. “I have one silver coin” playing with the coins against my fingers. “Make it three and we have a deal”

"You're going to pay for damaging my shield!" In a swift motion, Severin summoned his Scarletsky Sword, the blade of which was brimming with swordwill that sliced through the surrounding space. With a firm grip on the sword, Severin unleashed thousands of sword beams upon the galaxy monster, with each one spanning ten thousand feet and sweeping away everything in its path.

A silver-trimmed cloak billowed behind her, offering an ethereal aura as she moved. Lana's eyes flickered over the arsenal of weapons laid out before her, each one meticulously chosen to aid her in the upcoming battle. A silver sword, its blade shimmering in the dim light, rested in a sheath at her side. Its hilt was adorned with intricate carvings depicting wolves in a fierce chase, symbolizing both her strength and her connection to her pack.

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.