Sword Of Chaos Novels & Stories

the god of chaos said before whispering under his breath and conjuring a cloud. Drago frowned and sighed before raising his hands and sending thousands of lightning bolts over Alister's body. At that moment a heavy sword materialized in my hand, and the god of chaos looked at me. I knew that the sword was his and that he was giving me the proper instrument to slay my mother's murderer. I took a deep breath and descended into the earthen prison I had created, so I thought of the image that had stuck in my retina when I was a little girl just playing hide-and-seek.

The blade gleamed with a brilliant silver light, its edge shimmering with a promise of sharpness. The blood sword! I exclaimed internally, astonished by the fact that I had successfully conjured the legendary weapon known to be wielded by a valiant warrior from Cairos—a neighboring nation to Springgan. Apollo had shared stories about it, expressing his dream to create such a weapon one day. Empowered by the gauntlet, I held the blood sword with ease. The blade's edge gleamed, a testament to its lethal potential. Just as the icy shield surrounding me shattered, the dominus seized the opportunity to consume me. Its jaws opened wide as it lunged towards me. Reacting swiftly, I positioned the sw

I shook my head, trying not to picture him naked. "Eww, come out please!" The door burst open suddenly, revealing his wet torso. He just had a towel wrapped around his waist and his hair was wet from the shower. Oh, fuck me already. I licked my lips unknowingly and flicked my eyes to meet his gaze. He had a huge smirk plastered on his face and came closer towards me.

The three Orc Leaders unleashed strange powers out of their weapons, as a blazing spear came out of one of them holding a bow, while a slash of freezing ice came from one wielding an axe, and a gust of slicing winds came out of another carrying a large blade. Chaos felt startled by the colorful barrage of elements, as he instinctively released a power he had forged in his past life… A sudden flash of darkness emerged from his entire body, as an aura of complete and utter chaos began to exude out of his body, forming a natural shield of miasma! The elemental attacks reached Chaos's naturally-formed Miasma Barrier, which quickly turned into nothing! It was as if the Miasma itself canceled thes

“This is impossible.” “So was the Whisper Cut,” he murmured. “So was the Serpent’s Maw. We specialize in impossible.” From the courtyard far below, a horn blew—a long, low note that echoed off the cliffs. A scout’s signal. They pulled apart, the moment receding but not breaking. The world, with its perils and politics, was calling. “The first of the lords’ parties has been sighted,” Leigh said, her warrior’s mask settling back into place, but her eyes remained soft, holding his. “Gryffen’s colors are among them.”

"Battle raged on across the continent, until finally, Markelus faced off with Eon. He drove his sword to the tyrant's heart, and killed him. Henceforth he became known as the Godslayer, and his weapon, the-" "Sword of the Godslayer." Minos swung his arms sidewards, like a musician that just delivered a heartwarming ballad. "So you're not really after my father, you're after the sword." "Yes." "You could have just said that." "Where's the fun in that?" "The only one who had fun in this room was you." Cassana glanced at Rei, who gave her an affirmative nod. "I hope you're not planning to be a bard, because you are terrible at it."

But her beauty still shone and her curves were affecting him. “Put a knife in me Sacha, I cannot bear this.” Was it his intensions that were making him overheat or was it the wounds. His eyes drifted to her breasts and he loved how firm they looked nestled beneath the cloth of her blouse. He handed her a dagger from his belt. He had better behave himself. If she was not going to leave he needed her trust. She took it, only because it looked interesting. The blade made of two different metals the swirled together and his name etched in the centre. LEGARDE.

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”