Sword Oratoria Novels & Stories

If he were to change his stance, things would be over for him. “That’s right,” the Sword Titan replied. “I am the one who forged the sword in his hand. It’s a devilish sword. The Sword Warrior is under the sword’s influence that causes him to slaughter his peers. Naturally, I want to. . .” “Shut your mouth!” Tyr didn’t wait for the Sword Titan to finish his words before interrupting him. “You motherf*cker! What exactly did you mean by calling the sword ‘devillish’? The Sword of Grace is an Astra weapon! Can a useless bug like you even forge it? How dare you boast about such implausible achievements?”

this is weird. "I expected this," I heard him muttered. Nakita ko pa ang pagbuntong hininga niya bago inangat ang espada niya. Nagsimulang umilaw ang espada niya. Then wind and water suddenly enveloped his sword. "I command thy name of the myth, the powerful being, bestow me your strength, thy power be with me, thy name be in my sword, Sylphysis."

Severin's countenance became solemn, and he drew upon the surging mana of his meridians and cell universes to unleash his most formidable sword technique. The Oculus Blade quivered faintly, and a resplendent sword beam burst forth. In an instant, the terrain changed, and laws began to reverberate as the divine chains resounded. A beam of divine light shot through, and the terrifying aura threatened to shatter the very fabric of time.

For the glory of Ligiriya! - For the glory of Ligiriya!! - the warriors picked up, pulling their swords out of their sheaths. Edwin drew his long, imposing blade, waved it above his head, and shouted at the top of his lungs: - In the name of Good and Light!!! To battle!!!

Torin walked silently beside her, his presence a steadying pressure against the psychic currents. They reached the armory, a cavernous space smelling of hot metal, oil, and old sweat. Doric stood at the massive anvil, hammer raised, muscles bunched under his leather apron. Sweat glistened on his shaved head. He brought the hammer down with a deafening *CLANG* on a glowing sword blade, sparks flying like angry fireflies. The air around him vibrated with his frustration. *Anger. Doric.* It wasn't just hot now; it was a furnace blast.

"To all of these, and more. There are forces at work greater than your attachment to this girl." "The sword glowed," Dante said abruptly. "The sword I forged for her with my flame; it reacted to her touch as if it recognized her." A heavy silence fell over the chamber. The three Oracles exchanged another meaningful look. "You've already given her a piece of your flame," the White Oracle said, her voice barely above a whisper. “It's bound into the sword." Dante's eyes narrowed. "Why does that matter?" The Black Oracle stepped forward, her aged face grave. "The phoenix and the wolf were never meant to merge. Fire and flesh cannot coexist without destruction."

Nyxoria was smiling huge and didn't fail to show her creamy white teeth. "See, you look even more beautiful with your smile. I'm glad I made you laugh, those tears don't suit you Nyxoria," Tharros said, going closer to her now. "So why are you here, crying?" Nyxoria's face changed into a big frown. "I broke my father's favorite sword by mistake and now he is angry at me and shouted at me for the first time in my life." "I'm sorry he shouted at you," Tharros said. "If not that he is your father I would have paid him a visit and warned him not to shout at you again, your pretty face doesn't need that."

He swung his sword in one fluid motion. Steel collided with steel, and a sharp metallic screech echoed as sparks flew. A lifeless body tumbled over the edge, plunging into the abyss below. It had been a martial god in black robes. He was rather skilled yet unable to withstand the ferocity of Chase's sword. "This sword… Its edge is extraordinary," Chase murmured while narrowing his eyes. The blade radiated a concentrated martial deity aura, interwoven with pure, crackling lightning energy. It was clearly a high-grade spiritual weapon.

Utilizing its extremely high speed, it quickly lunged again. The sharp claws attacked once more, but this time, Sebastian didn't dodge. Instead, he wielded his sword gracefully. The sword light, like water, faintly transformed into a silk thread, cutting through the massive claw with a crisp collision. Turning offense into defense, he neutralized the falcon's second attack. Sebastian didn't want to give the falcon another chance with its claws. Like the wind, he fully exerted his sword! With the support of the Swift Wind Sword Technique, Sebastian's sword speed was a notch faster than before, instantly slashing four times.

"Prepare yourself, for I shall not hold back." Adonis grinned, a glint of determination in his eyes. He reached for his own sword, the steel singing as it left its scabbard. The clashing of metal reverberated through the garden, signaling the beginning of their friendly duel. Their swords danced through the air, their movements a display of skill and finesse. Leori's strikes were swift and calculated, his years of training evident in every precise motion. Adonis, though momentarily caught off guard, swiftly adjusted to the rhythm of the battle, parrying Leori's attacks with graceful agility.