Sword Of Gryffindor Novels & Stories

Yet the pressure and aura emitted from it instantly told everyone that the weapon was anything but ordinary. Silver and black symbols resembling ancient runes covered the body of the blade. The sword hilt carried the carving of a dragon head with glowing eyes. The moment the sword appeared, even the surrounding air seemed to grow heavier. “What sword is that?” the crowd watching outside muttered in shock and excitement. Before the other warriors could fully comprehend what was happening— Another streak of light burst out from the crack. This time Phoniex caught it. The light faded. A black whip appeared in her hand.

What is that Brother? Nethersbane. The most magical artifact in the whole continent. It is also known as "The Holy Sword". It could kill anyone with just one slash. Ydar, being afraid that someone with ill intentions might possess this powerful thing, cast a spell on it. No one could wield it except if the sword itself will recognize them as its rightful master. " Swo, bwader wants to wab a vewey powerpyul swoyd? Yeyyy! Bwader Henry will kill mwonsters and bad guys! Bwader Henry is swo cool!"

“What...? How did that get here?” Seraphina’s voice trembled as her eyes widened in horror. There, beneath her bed, lay a golden sword—polished, untouched, almost glowing. Its blade shimmered like sunlight on water, and the sapphire in its hilt seemed to pulse with an otherworldly energy. It was magnificent, dangerous, magnetic. She’d never seen anything like it in her life. The sword seemed to call to her, pulling her in with invisible strings.

Amazingly, the tip of the sword looked even shinier than it was. "I realized that this sword is the most suitable if you have it." "Do you think so?" “This sword is called The Twinster, from the fairy tale of the Little Knight. It belonged to a young knight the same age as you, named Gerald. The knight was too small to go to war, but his passion and courage were not inferior to other knights. He always insisted on joining the battle, so the other knights agreed to have the blacksmith make a special pair of swords. Not too big, but too small for an ordinary knight to use. In short, it can only be used by Gerald.”

“Now, what did Jonathan write?” “Let’s see. Scepter equals Excalibur. Sword of Gryffindor rules. Mirror of Erised.” I squinted a little as I read the handwritten note. Isis shifted in my lap, turning to look at me, utterly confused. “I’m not sure I understand that. Why does Jonathan go from talking about Excalibur to Harry Potter? I mean, both are British, and Merlin is in both, though obviously only spoken of in Harry Potter.” Isis’s brow was furrowed as she tried to understand that strange way my friend’s mind works.

My fingers are on my chin as I crouched and looked at it. The cover or the sheath was silver with a few pints of gold, I don't understand the engravings etched on it. Because of my curiosity, I held it and released it from its sheath. Unlike other sword, its blade was bluish and silver, the handle was wood in color and the cover was glass. It was not as heavy as it look. I lifted it up and swayed it... Imagining I was a samurai fighting some bad guys. I chuckled.

- Souji asked since he was interested in the sword. "Yes. That is it's name. 'The Demonic Sword of the Emperor' Gram! A sword used by the Norse Hero Sigfried, used to slay Fafnir. It's the strongest Demonic sword that exists, rivaling 'Collbrade' or 'Caliburn' in strength." - He finished explaining. "Caliburn?! It exists?!" - Souji asked. Ever since small he read about the story of 'King Arthur and the Knights of the Round Table' so the sword was rather well known for him.

I drank it all in one swift movement. Jason, I wouldn't beg for your love again. I was going to love myself. So… Why are you the one who ended up regretting it? ... I looked at the crystal vial in my hand. The pale, pink liquid shimmered inside, giving off a scent that was both mesmerizing and dangerous. This was the legendary Love Potion, the forbidden magic of our world of Werewolves. Drink it, and the target would have "love" etched deep into their soul for seven years.

That would make it even more precious. Wuhlricht turned around, looked at Severin with a slightly complicated expression, and said, "See you in a year!" He then flew straight forward and disappeared into the night. "I'm still shocked that this a flying sword! Haha! This is great!" After Wuhlricht left, Severin waved his palm and took out the flying sword again. He placed a drop of his blood on it to let it know that he was its owner, and he soon learned its name—the Blood Fiend Sword. It was a name full of character and domineeringness.

So this holy sword is a fragment of the Holy grail? Hakan: The Light Saber, that's the name of the sword. If you were to look properly at the blade near the handle you should see a symbol of the Grail. Any artifact that has that symbol is a legendary artifact that is also a fragment of the Holy Grail. The other artifact at our possession is known as the Book of Life. We have never been able to decipher the full content of the book of life but it is because of that artifact that we learnt Spirit summoning and healing spells. Honestly most of our advanced spells were revealed to be taken from the book of life. It is believed that in that book also lies a spell to revive the dead but no one has