Sword Of Promised Victory Novels & Stories

Driven by the fervor of his burning essence and blood, the Chaos Flag's fiery radiance flickered for a fleeting moment before waning. Seizing the opportune moment, Severin maneuvered the Oculus Blade's sword beam and sliced it through the flag's defenses, nearly severing the Ancestora's arm in a single stroke.

At that point, Victor shook his head slightly, and Andrius instantly had a bad feeling. “I happen to have a formation similar to the Thunderforge Armor and can protect against divine lightning. Thus, I choose the Azure Lotus Blade!” At those words, Victor’s eyes sparkled. “I’ve always had an affinity for swords and have long since admired the Azure Lotus Immortal. The Azure Immortal Blade and technique are a perfect match for me.” The members of Dark Star were instantly overjoyed. The Soul Renewal Fruit was finally theirs! “Thank you, Lord Mercer!” Morgan stepped forward and completed the trade with Victor.

So it was that thing that was floating in my vision…“ I just let them be, thinking that I shall give them some time to have their way in that system. Maybe I should go downstairs to see any valuable stuff that I might use. But… for now… maybe I should use a weapon. ”Wai, I want to buy the sacrificial sword“ [Sacrificial sword. A sword that helps the user make a blast that is 10x his normal hit. This would only happen one time for every 25 seconds. It cost 150 harto. You currently have 195 harto. Do you still want to purchase it?]

Alexander commanded, suppressing it with his innate sword aura, causing the weapon to quickly settle. In the face of overwhelming power, a mere sword could hardly stir trouble. With a slight flick of his arm, the sword sprang from its sheath, revealing the words inscribed at the base of the blade: 'Azure Dawn'. "A fine sword," he remarked. The blade was lightweight, its edge sharp yet restrained, and its flexibility was impressive, resisting even when Alexander applied his internal energy. As the prized weapon was claimed, envious eyes turned toward him, though none dared to seize it. Some items were simply beyond their reach.

I need my sword. Reaching behind my back, I feel the cool, smooth texture of my marking shift beneath my fingers. There’s a brief moment where the ink pulses, almost as if it’s alive, before it solidifies into the hilt of my sword. I draw it out, feeling the familiar weight settle into my hand. The blade hums with energy, a glowing blue that pulses in time with my heartbeat. This sword is mine, a part of me, born of my blood and soul. Athena’s gift, forged from my very essence.

Forcefully even, when she's very reluctant. Leanna proved to be an excellent tool. She had returned three weeks after her visit, bringing Excalibur to her in all its excellent glory and Ruby had kept her side of the bargain by providing her the potion that she needed to get her lover back. It should have been a triumph for her, the Sword of Promised Victory lies in front of her after all. She had taken a large step in freeing herself from her immortal curse. But why is it difficult to feel triumphant? Why is she less happy now that she's closer than ever to her goal?

"You just tried to kill your brother but end up shooting your lover. A compensation for your help, I was the one who killed your mother." Hannock backed away, an evil smirk plastered on his mouth. He draws his sword, both hands around the handle and brought it forward to Mizuko with all his strength. To his surprise, his evil smirk is met by Kenshi's evil grin. "No, not her," he grunted, his hands around the sharp sword that had his blood dripping. "She's my woman!"

But he was close. Too close. I had to move faster. *** Later that night I went to the mattress and retrieved the blade. It was small but razor sharp. The metal caught the light faintly as I tested the weight in my palm. It wasn’t for attack, it was a message for something. A promise. The assassin was in play. But there was no timeline. No plan yet. Just that question: "Are you still willing?" A breeze drifted through the window crack. The fireplace has burned to low embers.

They were marching straight toward the elite world that had spawned them, armed with secrets, lies, and a shared hunger for vengeance. When they finally broke apart, breathless and flush with adrenaline, Theodore reached over and grabbed his discarded coffee mug, raising it in a silent toast toward the dark window overlooking the rain-soaked streets. "To the Bellweather family," Theodore said, his eyes glittering with cold promise. "May their charity be exceedingly generous." Adrian picked up his own glass, clinking it against Theodore’s with a sharp, echoing ring that cut through the silence of the loft. "And may they never see us coming."

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?