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.

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.

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.

Every fiber of my being urged me to escape, to reach the safety of the console and somehow, somehow, close the rift. Alexander, the futuristic weapon clutched tightly in his hand, led the charge. Sarah stumbled along beside him, her face contorted in pain as she tried to support Dr. Wright's weight. The creature, momentarily stunned by the energy blasts, lumbered after us, its red eyes burning with a malevolent light.

Tai felt a huge force coming from his hands, pushing his body back uncontrollably. After a red long sword collided with his big saber under his eyes, it cut a gap in his saber. However, the red long sword was unscathed. His saber was the best among high-level Soulbound Weapons, but it was actually destroyed by a thin long sword. ‘Is that a first-rate Soulbound Weapon? ‘How can that be?’ His saber was about to be broken by the long sword. Once the saber was broken, the long sword would hurt him. Tai’s body would not be able to handle being touched by such a treasure.

“You can choose whatever material you want to fight each other,” the matriarch declared, her voice echoing through the arena like a spell cast over the room. She stood with her arms outstretched, as if offering them a divine gift—freedom to choose their own destruction. Without hesitation, Dorian moved. His eyes locked onto a long, curved blade resting among the scattered weapons on the ground—a katana. He stepped forward, the steel whispering as he lifted it into his hands. The weight was perfect. Balanced. Silent. Deadly.

It took in a deep breath for another belch of flame. I extended my hand out. "Sword!" Nothing happened. The dragon's maw opened wide, ready to spit flame. "I am Nami! Sword!" The Aurora Sword flew from the trees. It landed in my hand just as the black flames extended from the dragon's mouth. The Aurora Sword lengthened and split the flame in two. The sword, my armor, and my wings all emanated white and rainbow light as I held fast against the black flame.