Sword Of God Novels & Stories

"How dare you show such disrespect to your ancestors!" As Daxton unsheathed the Alexa Sword, the blade quivered with anticipation, emitting a crisp, melodic hum that echoed in the air. A cold gleam flickered across its surface, casting an aura of divine power. In the presence of such a formidable weapon, who could stand unyielding? Unfazed, Alexander evaded Daxton's attack, his body moving with practiced agility. The Alexa Sword, when wielded by someone of Lord of War status, posed a significant threat even to him.

This was mine, I needed to give those who had been hurt the justice that they deserved. My hand gripped the hilt of the Sword of War, a blade forged for a chosen warrior like me, imbued with the power to destroy the one who had taken so much from me. I could feel its weight, not just in my hand but in my soul. The sword was a link to the Moon Goddess, to the very power that had brought me back here to do what had to be done. The prophecy had always been clear: only I could end this. And now, standing in the heart of the palace that had once been my home, I had come to fulfill that purpose.

For a short while each morning, the citadel felt almost peaceful. Adrian stepped into the open courtyard with his sword resting against his shoulder. The stone beneath his boots was cold, still damp with the night’s lingering frost. Thin mist curled along the edges of the training grounds, giving the towering walls a ghostlike appearance. He set the sword down carefully in the center of the courtyard. The weapon was enormous—nearly as tall as his shoulder and heavy enough that most soldiers struggled to lift it with both hands. Adrian lifted it easily. The familiar weight settled into his grip like an old companion.

" The thunderous roar drained the color from the faces of Velda and every Mercer Group employee present. She tried to step forward and explain, but I raised my hand and cut her off. "Save it. You lost the right to speak to us the moment you let Jude dig up my parents' graves." Gunthar walked up to me and swept the red cloth off the plaque, revealing the bold, gliding words dancing across the wood. "Sword of the nation, guardian of the people." "Company, attention! Render salute to the First-Class Meritorious Hero of Talon Unit, Callan Wright!"

Androkles broke the silence, his voice low, a raw, desperate edge to it that I had never heard before. "There's a weapon," he said, his gaze fixed on the map, his finger tracing the lines of the city's forgotten districts. "A sword. Forged in the heart of a fallen star, bathed in the blood of a slain god, and enchanted with divine gold. It's the only thing that can kill them. Permanently."

Lixien didn’t give a glance to Leen and continued examining the sword. If it’s from seven mountains, then this must be the ‘Flaming Red Fire of Lava’. It was a sword that everyone is obsessed with. It’s a sword that chooses his master. It also can talk from others' descriptions. She squinted her eyes. Why is Vailn giving her such a precious gift? She snapped her fingers and blinked. Her brows were slightly frowned as she was understanding why he was being too considerate or was it not considerate?

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”

It was filled with copper, silver and gold royals, all to help supply them while they sought out allies. After Boro said his farewell and accepted the money, he quickly made himself busy checking out the two pack horses. He wanted to give Littume and Lord Jetir space for there farewells. He saw Jetir give his son a firm hug and share a few words with him. Then he saw Lord Jetir unwrap the cloth and from it pulled out an ornate brown and gold scabbard. The scabbard was too thick to belong to a rapier, and too wide to be a katan, the long slightly curved, single edge style sword that Boro himself used. This one was as wide as the width of his palm and had two edges to it. A broadblade, an olde

The moment he took out the sword, the surrounding air temperature suddenly dropped, and an extremely dangerous aura enveloped Alex. Donovan said, “Brat, this sword of mine is called the God Slayer. It can even kill deities. But, once the sword is unleashed, it must consume blood, and all the people hit by the sword will be dead. So, I’m giving you one last chance. Put down the sword in your hand, kneel, and surrender yourself.” Alex was expressionless. “How despicable! It’s despicable, just your character. It’s no wonder that Ynes Larkin didn’t want you but bugged me at all cost instead. It turned out that she’s sick of you being too despicable!”

“If my control over the sword wavered, the sword could turn against its master, and I could fall under the control of the sword.” He continued, “I don’t think the Blade Hero was the one who forged this weapon. He must have acquired it from someone else.” “He got it from God,” Tyr clarified. “Senior Belisarius once claimed that this sword was an Astra weapon. The weapon belonged to an ancient God.