Sword Of Promised Victory Novels & Stories

They stared. Then the oldest among them—a man they called Vero—leaned forward. “You bring war to our doorstep, boy,” he rasped. “You better bring victory with it.” “I bring you something better,” I said. “Legacy. Not Giovanni’s cult of power. But true empire.” “And why should we trust you?” another growled. I unsheathed my dagger. Held it high. Then drove it into my own palm. The blood hit the table like a thunderclap.

I said in full seriousness. "Nothing really. I just want to revenge for what you did before." Abby said with venom then a wave of wind starts going around her as she point her finger on me. I prepared myself for the impact as the wind came straight to my direction but in my very fast reflexes, A vines cover me up from any kind of impact, as the wind meet my vines, it explode into pieces. But before I could stand straight a knife flew towards me and hit my legs making me scream in pain.

Theo drag his body out of the stream to shore and laid back making the huffing sound. It was Theo first battle, and it was the hardest battle of all, and as well as Theo regret not bringing his sword, because it would be a little bit easy, with the black sword, over time during the practices, Theo notice that the black sword was too sharp, and feel regretted and thankful for the person who sold it without knowing anything.

It was finally here, in front of him, the reward of his faith, the culmination of his journey, the end of his quest. He twisted the knob that was holding the lid tight and opened the box, and what he saw sunk his heart. There was no sword inside, only a bow. Minos blinked to make sure he was seeing it right, but it was indeed just a bow. Granted, it was no ordinary looking bow, it was intricate and resplendent, almost comparable to the Sword of the Godslayer itself. Minos picked it up to try its weight and was surprised at how well-balanced it carries. He pulled back the bowstring and was impressed at how smooth the motion was. He carefully returned the string to rest, and placed the bow bac

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.

I shifted in my seat, curious to know what the gift was. Edwin approached me and opened a slim chest over a meter long. Inside the chest there was a metal sword, the hilt was encrusted with gems and the words "duty and kingdom first" were carved on the blade. This time there was no applause, a wave of murmurs flooded the room. The prince smiled at the reaction of the public.

“Brother, am only fulfilling the promise I made to you. Where is the Ivory Sword.” “I do not know where it is. . . Why is it even so important?” Zeres found himself asking back and then Hamilton gave a small smile and then pushed him into the hot water. Zeres screamed and screamed, his body peeling until he was gotten out of the water so that he would not die completely. “Tell me brother. I might spare you. You might even go free from the tortures if you openly declare where the Ivory Sword is. That sword can unbind so many thing and if it is not gotten, the world might be doomed.”

"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.

Swords clashed, magic crackled in the air, and the ground trembled beneath our feet as the struggle for dominance intensified. But amidst the chaos, a figure emerged from the shadows—a figure clad in black armor, his eyes gleaming with ruthless determination. It was Victor himself, his presence a dark cloud that loomed over us like a specter of doom. "Sorin," Victor called out, his voice carrying across the battlefield. "You cannot hide forever. The artifacts belong to me, and I will stop at nothing to claim them." I met Victor's gaze with steely resolve, my grip tightening on the hilt of my sword. "They will never be yours," I declared, my voice ringing with defiance. "Not while I draw brea

“The brothers are a threat that has passed, yes. But this sword... it still has a purpose.” He picked it up, the blade humming with a soft, ethereal light. “Not as a weapon. Not anymore. But as a symbol. A symbol of loyalty, of sacrifice. You went into the wilderness for me, for this House. You faced trials, you bled, you nearly died. You brought this back, not because I ordered you to, but because you are loyal to the true heart of House Ares.”