Sword Of Rupture Novels & Stories

His enormous sword reappeared in his hand. Kael did the same. His sword looked chipped. The edge had cracked during the clash. Varkor noticed. "Your weapon is breaking." Kael looked down at it. "It has survived worse." "I wonder if you will." Without another word... Varkor charged. --- Their swords collided with a deafening crash. The force sent cracks racing through the ground. Kael twisted away before Varkor could trap him beneath the larger blade. Steel flashed again. Again and again.

Raphael replied, "I do not plan to annihilate or conquer a race or anyone except Roosevelt, what I will do instead is forge an alliance between me and each race, just like the pact I want to propose to you, wolf." I demanded, "What pact exactly." He smirked, "Annihilating Roosevelt together, and serving me." Mars snapped, "You expect us to serve you? Who do you think you are?" Raphael gripped his sword, he looked seconds from unsheathing it, his fingers locked the hilt, I could witness frozen tendrils of mist bleeding out. "You nearly forced me to draw frostbite" So Raphael’s sword is called Frostbite Blade. The blade is long, straight, pale blue like glacier ice. It doesn’t shine. It drinks

I said between breaths, even as I met him. “Good,” he said against my shoulder, voice rough. “Hate me while you come.” The past came without warning. Kael. The blade. Blood and silence. The same blood in me now, using me, using need as a weapon. “Harder,” I said, and the word surprised us both. He gave it. His hold tightened. His mouth found my ear. He promised ruin in a voice that shook me. I broke first. My body clenched and shuddered. A cry tore out of me. He kept moving through it, relentless, until he followed with a groan that sounded like defeat and victory at once.

"What the- what is this?" Minos yelled. He looked over to Rei, whose hands were now holding on to the handle of the sword hanging on his belt. "Hold it." Cassana snapped. A faint yellow light now emanates from the gem. A floating luminous circle, humming and riddled with runes, was hovering above it. The same identical circle was also wrapped around Rei's right arm. As Cassana pulled the staff lower, the circle around Rei became tighter. "A sorcerer!" Minos, again stating the obvious.

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.

"This… this…" Weston looked at the Holy Metallic Huge Sword in his hand that had been broken into pieces and for quite some time, he could not say a word. "Wow!" Suddenly, Weston burst into sobbing. That was because the Holy Metallic Huge Sword was his favorite weapon and there would not be anything like it throughout the entire God Sword Organization. "My Holy Metallic Huge Sword is broken! My Holy Metallic Huge Sword is broken!" Weston rolled on the floor of the stage. The disciples in the plaza felt awkward. Weston was more than two meters tall and was crying and rolling over the floor on the stage. 'Just how awkward this scene is?'

He started to look for the Sword Soul of the Rusted Sword. According to the Sword Master, the quality of the Rusted Sword was extremely high. For such a high-level weapon, it would have a Sword Soul of the Sword Spirit in it. However, because of the severe damage, the Sword Soul of the Sword Spirit in the Rusted Sword either had died or was sleeping in an extremely weak state.

Their reaction was enough to indicate that even the Sword Titan’s own people couldn’t withstand his decision. “Everyone, take it easy,” the Sword Titan said softly as he stroked his white beard. “My action today is not an act as bullying the weak and robbing him of his sword. In fact, Storm Breaker is the name of the sword in this Sword Warrior’s hand. It is a sword that I had forged myself.

They did not even manage to knock on the door with the two wings, for a few stray arrows aimed at their chests seemed to say goodbye to them in that chase, three horsemen fell petrified on the stone floor and Englishmen led by Robert clenched their swords, the captain was about to cut off his head, if Stomerville was not stationed with a crossbow, it would certainly have been, with the sentence above his head, which you hold to the captain's neck, and from here the gun pulley will continue the natural story that will trigger at each press of the bark and long trigger for that time. Robert had not been careful again, and a last rider, in the chase of the horse, pushed him into a manger with o

Aster inspects her two swords before sheathing them. They were applied with another coat of kinetic breakers, that protected the metal from being shattered, this also made it heavier for her opponent to receive. The most recent campaign had left significant breakage in her blades, though the kinetic breakers could help her pierce enemy armor. The Ovak’s plates could survive plasma volts, an arcane enhanced sword could do damage but still receive breakage in the process. Her reliable blast rods were holstered to her thighs, with fast loader clips and extra shells all in easy reach.