Sword Of Rupture Novels & Stories

A weapon accident on his set could end his career and shut down production. Helena, regaining her balance, looked at her own bloodstained hands. She pointed to the sword lying on the grass. “The sword...” she said, her voice steady despite the shock. “I noticed it as soon as I hit her. The blade didn't retract. It was stuck. It was solid.” A horrified silence fell over the group. A retractable sword that doesn't retract becomes, essentially, a metal spear. Cauan spun on his heels, looking for someone to blame.

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.

then the barman ended everything by calling security on him. "hey... I..." "don't sweat it. keep the change." I interrupted him, dropping his money on the counter and left. ***** "Why!... I hate you." That was all I could yell throwing anything my hand could reach and breaking whatever was breakable close to me. I have never in my life felt such public humiliation, never felt rejection, never felt so broken before. I had no one to turn to or confide in. For weeks I drowned myself in alcohol, drugs and anything I wouldn't originally buy with my money. That was where I found consolence. I wouldn't pick any incoming calls, nor let anyone in on my life.

[Loose Cultivator: Jim] [Occupation: Sword repairman] [Realm: Early stage of foundation building] [Health: 5300/5300] [Strength: 70] [Psychic power: 40] [Defense: 55] [Speed: 50] [Knowing: 6] [Equipment: Spiritual Item·Snow-cutting Knife, Spiritual Item·Hundred Refining Ring, Spiritual Item·Rhinoceros Belt] [Sword Technique: Wide Moon Saber Technique (small)] [Martial Skill: Soul-Destroying Slash (small)] [Spiritual Skill: Hundred Fire Fire Slash (Beginner)] [Movement Technique: Clone Shadow Step (small)]

With a sudden surge of power, Sable lunged forward, swinging the sword with all her might. The blade sliced through the air, cutting through the evil with a resounding clash. The clash reverberated throughout the cathedral, sending shards of malevolence scattering across the floor. The evil entity recoiled, shocked by Sable's defiance. Its form faltered, momentarily disrupted by the light emanating from the sword. Weakened and vulnerable, it pressed back against the encroaching evil, desperately attempting to regain its strength.

It was a massive tear in his flesh, running from his left shoulder to his right hip, a sickly blackish-purple. Worse, I could feel the waves of pain and despair radiating from it. "Silver-Blade poison," he said, his voice low. "From an assassination attempt three years ago. I survived, but my soul was torn. The pain is unbearable on a full moon." "A normal healing rune won't work on a wound like this." "I know." Ryker looked back at me. "But your family's runes can. Soul-healing. It's a lost art, known only to the Snowfang bloodline."

His beast, finally unleashed. He crashes into the first wave of rogues, tearing and rending, unstoppable. Around me, warriors shift and charge. Kova stays human. "Stay close!" She has twin blades and moves like a dancer. I grip my sword and it's heavier than I expected. A rogue breaks through the line and heads straight for me. Instinct takes over. I sidestep and swing, feeling resistance as the blade bites flesh. The rogue yelps and stumbles, not dead but wounded.

We were joined soon by Anthonier and Hilra who also appeared surprised at the sight. But while Xialara tried to check for a pulse in her neck and base of her thumb. Something else caught my eye. The ruby colored gem at the hilt of the sword was now a clear diamond. No sign of red. I picked it up by its blade and examined it under the moonlight to check for any cracks or possible leakages. There were none. The red color had just vanished. My blood was gone.

"No matter how strong, a weapon is still just a weapon!" Lazy Soul, in the middle of the arena, was having the most troublesome time to understand what just happened. Even though this was just a virtual world and his weapon was still safe in his mind palace. The one that shattered into pieces was actually a replica created by Odin Space. Still, the shock was too great for him.

However, the sword light developed as a result of my awakening the sword aura. "Right Swing!" "Left Swing!" "Vertical swing!" I slashed out three times, as though practising my own sword moves. Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh! Together with the wind's gusts, the sword's aura tore through the atmosphere. The three sword auras also blasted Zarok's body one after the other, overlapping as they did so. They smashed Zarok's aura barrier first, then tore apart his protective relics, which were a treasure worth millions. Zarok's body ultimately split into two pieces. The two halves were then divided into four halves, which split into eight a second later.