Sword Of Chaos Novels & Stories

Sweet Tooth! He was covered in burns and scratches. His hand still clutching a long sword, she never knew he owned. Leaning over him, she felt for a life beat coming from his chest. As cold and still, as the fresh fallen snow, he would suffer no more. She placed her palm on his face and offered a small blessing as she worked the sword free of his hand. She lifted the blade a bit, inspecting it as best she could in such a small hiding space. It didn't feel too heavy, so she gave it a practice swing, testing its weight as she brought the blade through the air. The blade was clean. It was apparent, Sweet Tooth, never got a chance to use it.

Yes she had experience with nasty cuts but that's all they were nasty cuts not wounds. She cleared her throat and answered her own question. "Well mine is blue." She wrapped her hand around the hilt of the sword. The stranger sensing her discomfort played along. "I like the color red," he stated. "It's something associated with the most purest of emotions: anger and love." Ella turned to look at him. The look in his eyes was so dreamy. In that moment she suddenly pulled the sword out of him. He growled and glared at her. She hurriedly bandage him up.

"Jack wolf, please!" With a surge of adrenaline, Jack Wolf summoned every last ounce of strength. The spear shone brighter, its power surging through him like a river of light. Eryndor's eyes widened in surprise as Jack Wolf's grip tightened, the spear's tip pressing deeper into his chest. The dark magic swirling around him began to falter. Eryndor stood on his ground. The air was electric with the clash of steel and the scent of sweat and blood. Eryndor's Shadowing dagger seemed to dance in the moonlight, its dark blade slicing through the air with a haunting screee-ksss.

Whoosh! The huge soul sword that was fighting against the three Divine Void Warriors completely swallowed the red light. The grayish-black sharp sword acted as if it came from an abyss as it broke through the attack and defense of the first three Divine Void Warriors. The sword pierced through the bodies of the three Divine Void Warriors within the blink of an eye. As the three huge soul swords pierced through their bodies, the first three Divine Void Warriors instantly turned into red specks of light and floated in midair.

COME FORTH HOLY SWORD COVENANT! *A white-blue striped colored swords comes out at Elaine's hands* Haha, haha! So that's why you called the sword saint, then let me show you mine as will, COME FORTH SWORD AT THE THRONE OF THE GOD OF ZERONITY I CALL UPON YOU THE GOD OF ZERONITY TO COME TO ME AND LET ME USE YOU HEAVENLY GOD SWORD EXDILDURAL! *Then a white-golden cloud appeared out of nowhere there the sword exdildural come out at the clouds and going towards taso's direction then taso grabs the sword and taso said*

Every time she drew out a gorgeous red sword of different lengths. The hand of the female Martial Demigod showed a strange sword formula. In an instant, the three strange swords merged with the gorgeous thin swords in her hand and turned into a brand-new sword, as wide as three fingers. The shoulder joint of the sword looked like phoenix wings, and there were faint purple Chaotic Mists flashing on the body of the sword. Xie Jieyu held the sword and waved it casually. Instantly, a heavenly river appeared in the void and the purple Chaotic Aura split apart everything.

If it hadn't been witnessed firsthand, no one would believe it. At that moment, the sky began to gather dark clouds, and the daylight dimmed. Sebastian quickly cleaned up the battlefield and found the soul mound of the Wild Boar King within a pile of rocks. This might be the first BOSS killed in 'Wild Valley World,' and, combined with Sebastian's extraordinary luck, it dropped a ton of equipment. [Spirit-Grade - Crimson Cloud Sword]: Strength +15, Critical Hit +7, comes with a 1% armor penetration effect, and every third attack on the same target triggers an additional 50 points of damage.

And I hated it. After starting the dryer, she sat back down and grabbed a piece of lint that she rolled between her fingers. I wanted to go hunt down that bitch and scare her so bad that she would never approach me again. And never talk or even look at Wakely. I took a couple of deep breaths. My plan formulated, I would need to get some sort of weapon…a knife. I would wear a ski mask so she wouldn’t know who I was. Other than my hair, I looked exactly like my brothers. And for the fact that I didn’t have any discernible scars or tattoos, I could get away with it.

On the pavilion floor lay a sword carved with a dragon, and standing on it was the man who had shouted. He stooped slightly, breath ragged; his eyes were bloodshot, bulging as if they might pop from their sockets. Through gritted teeth he thought, 'Xiu Jian is a damned wretch! I can’t even burn his sword!' Indeed, the trembling, furious man was Huang Fu, and the blade beneath his boot was the Sacred Dragon Sword. He had tried to set the sword aflame—yet not only did the flames refuse to take, the fuel he poured seemed to be absorbed and vanished, drying as if swallowed by the metal itself.