Sword Of God Novels & Stories

The historical halberd swung through the air, causing a soundless explosion that continued to spread. Loja looked at the snake sword in his hand, half of which had already disappeared. "This is impossible!" Loja roared, staring at the Sword of Plagues in disbelief. It was a weapon that the merciful father had given to him, one with godly qualities, yet here it was, getting destroyed. "Nothing's impossible," Wilbur called out. "I'll help you ascend now, like you so desperately wanted." Countless shadows of Wilbur appeared, zipping around Loja's enormous form in circles as the historical halberd struck out in a few dozen attacks.

The cold water hit my skin but all I could feel was the heat building inside me. In the dream, I pulled out, flipped him over with his face down on the bed. Ass up. His shorts ripped away and skin bare. I spread his cheeks, licked him there and his moans filled the room. "Please," he begged. "Kieran... my god..." Yes. God. I was his God. I fucked my fist faster, water streaming down my chest an back. I leaned against the tile. Head tipped up. Moaned his name low. "Ezra..."

"She did not come to me with paper contracts or political promises. She stood beside me in the mud when my core was bleeding. She bled for our mountain valleys while your capital hid behind marble walls!" Gideon unclasped the heavy iron sheath of his broadsword from his shoulder, drawing the massive blade with a sharp, resonant ring that filled the silent chamber. He held the broadsword horizontally over his head, channeling a sudden, massive surge of his Earth Seal kinetic magic into the steel. The blade ignited with a blinding, golden wildfire that illuminated every corner of the vaulted ceiling.

Tristan Mercer is the commander—otherwise known as the Alpha—of Drovenia's premier special forces unit, codenamed the Fenrir unit. After retiring from the army, he goes undercover into civilian life to repay the debt he owes Claire Grayson for saving his life. He hides his past and marries into the Grayson family as a live-in son-in-law, becoming Claire's househusband. For five long years, even though Claire is sharp-tongued and cruel, Tristan swallows his pride and cooks and cleans without complaint. He tells himself he's doing this to repay Claire. Then their daughter, Ruby Grayson, suffers a sudden heart attack. While the doctors try and fail to save her, Claire is off taking care of h

My body tenses slightly as someone appears to my right. Lifting my gaze, my eyes are assaulted with the sight of Levi battling what appears to be Ares, the God of War. Ares’ long golden spear slashes at Levi repeatedly, his hits clanging against a sword made of shadows that I have never seen Levi wield before. Every bang of their weapons hitting together causes my body to jump as I watch their duel with intense eyes.

Stripped of weapons, his armor twisted to scrap, the Lord Across the Sea lay broken at my feet, coughing up golden blood, staring wild‑eyed into the jaws that had conquered a god. With my left hand I seized the jagged remains of my dark steel greatsword, humming still with liquid silver aura. “For my mate… for my children… and for this land!” my voice thundered, deep as shifting bedrock. I drove the shard upward with all my might—straight through his heart, pinning him deep into the stone bed of the shore. The God‑Emperor gave one final, gurgling breath. His gloved hands clawed weakly at the steel piercing his chest. The fire in his golden eyes faded into dull, lifeless gray.

And then one thought came through clearly above everything else. Nobody knows I am here. Her phone was off. She had switched it off herself. There was a man the world called the War God. It wasn't just a nickname; it was a name earned through years of hard battles. His skills in a fight and his inner strength were beyond anything most people could imagine. His name was so well-known and so feared that just hearing it was often enough to end a conflict before it even started. Alexander Kane. He was thirty years old and stood six feet seven inches tall. He was built like someone who had spent his life doing things that required both great power and careful precision. He had short black hair an

"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."

He looked like he was superior to the rest. "Suna. I thought I asked you to kill them". "I did. But there's something more important, my lord". Lucifer turned to his general. "What is..." Suna stabbed him through the chest with a blade. It cut through him easily. Suna let his body drop to the ground. My father was shocked. "The Sword of Eternal Horror. The only known God Killer", he said with a smile. "Why did you help us?", another god asked. "Help? You're mistaken. I am the God - Killer", he said. He threw the knife at a goddess and it went into her belly.

They want the kingdom for themselves. They started plotting on how to kill Zeus and Artemis but the only problem was that gods can't be killed with a mare weapon, they can only be killed by a sword called "Ancient Gladius" Ancient Gladius is not just an ordinary sword, It's a sword forged from the past souls of the dead gods. The sword was created by a sorcerer called " Adwen". Adwen created the Ancient Gladius during the first battle in the kingdom. The sword was used by the four gods' father to stop their enemies which were successful and after the battle, their father cast a spell on the sword and it vanished to where no one could find it.