Sword Of Rupture Novels & Stories

"Clan Sköll? Det er ikke mulig. Sköll-klanen forsvant i min fars tid. (That's not possible. The Sköll Clan disappeared in my father's time.)" The sword disappeared from his neck as did the boots from his back. Taking these actions as permission, Brand slowly turned over and sat up. He first saw the large warrior draped in multiple furs and with an ax in his hand and a longsword strapped to his back. The man's black eyes bore into his, daring him to make one wrong move so he could play with his favorite toy and remove Brand's heart from his chest with it.

Then, when it lunged again, he sidestepped at the last second, twisting his wrist and driving the sword into the deepest, darkest part of its form. The beast let out an ear-splitting shriek. The red veins pulsed violently, its body convulsing as the sword drank in the darkness. Rael gritted his teeth, feeling the force of it vibrating through his bones. Then, with one final, piercing wail, the creature shattered, dissolving into nothingness. Silence fell over the chamber, save for the heavy breaths of the group. Rael stood still, staring at his sword, which now pulsed with a dim, steady glow.

Her speed was a storm, relentless, and my arms trembled under the weight of blocking her blows. Then, with one brutal twist, her blade smacked against mine. My grip slipped, and the sword ripped from my hand, clattering across the ground. My heart lurched as the sound rang in my ears. Rubbie grinned, eyes burning with cruelty. “Hey, fool, don’t think I’m stopping here,” she hissed, lifting her sword higher. “We’re continuing this game.”

On the pavilion floor lay a sword carved with a dragon, and standing on it was the man who had shouted. He stooped slightly, breath ragged; his eyes were bloodshot, bulging as if they might pop from their sockets. Through gritted teeth he thought, 'Xiu Jian is a damned wretch! I can’t even burn his sword!' Indeed, the trembling, furious man was Huang Fu, and the blade beneath his boot was the Sacred Dragon Sword. He had tried to set the sword aflame—yet not only did the flames refuse to take, the fuel he poured seemed to be absorbed and vanished, drying as if swallowed by the metal itself.

He looked at me, he’s trying not to cry when he said, “ I know that we can’t love each other. But I will do everything to have you. I don’t know why I fell in love to you. After this war, I will steal you from Hikaru.” I felt those words were cheesy, but I remembered the twins, “ But Hikaru and I have children.” I saw his face turned red and anger was painted on it. He punched the wall, I was surprised on what he did. I looked at his hand, it was bleeding. He was very angry that he avoided me. He went t get his sword and left angrily. My heart ached so much about the situation, it was complicated. I cried in the armory. It took me a while before I calmed myself. I get Destiny’ sword and retu

He needed to end this, and quickly, lest Mika take advantage and win. Boro closed his eyes and opened his mind, he was the void. He felt the air stir as Mika moved in to capitalize on this moment, thinking Boro had given up. He was dead wrong, Boro felt the blade move through the rising daylight, and moved his body almost as if on its own, without thought, acting on pure instinct. His blade, the same type of single edged sword his father had used, the one that he had named Honor, moved as if to block Mika's but instead he ducked, and moved around it, weaving under the path of the blade, and at the last second he turned his own so that the flat of it struck Mika on his wrist, breaking it clea

Chris’s arms tighten around me catching me as I fall unable to keep myself up right from the pain. “What’s wrong?” Panic evident in Chris’s voice. “It’s breaking” Is all that I say barely over a whisper. I don’t know how I knew but that pain was the bond beginning to break. Everything just goes black.

Ezekiel breathed out as he pulled the second fragment of the Sword of the Doombringer from the current owner. He pulled his sword and smiled at the level of destruction he had caused in this world. The Scythe of Death vibrated in his grip, but the power continued to flow smoothly as if Ezekiel's level of darkness was slowly catching up with the darkness that powered the Scythe.

He lifted his right hand; a big black sword appeared firmly in his hand, accompanied by a crisp sound. The big black sword had a chilly aura, and it was a purple category weapon.

“So… Kronos. Who exactly are you? Why were you so sure about the Spirit Sword King’s sword?” “You don’t need to know.” He replied and nudged his glasses. Right, that doesn’t prove he’s stronger than Kuroyuki Shiroha. “If you had some more advanced, more powerful weapons, why did you gave me junk? Are those even junk?” “Two double-edged swords, a broad-axe, and two longswords. Right… even though they are junks, the weapons you broke costs you 3.6 million CIC. ‘Once broken, consider sold’, I believe you need to pay me the money for the compensation.” (CIC is the money value for Central Imperial Island, also the most expensive money.)