Sword Oratoria Novels & Stories

We all said in unison. He lets out a heavy breath. “We have two oracles in our pack that just recently came in to their powers. They have told me they have seen an impending war coming our way. They can’t tell me why or when it’s starting let alone who is behind it. If anything, I think that is the reason behind the breach today.” “Why didn’t you tell us this sooner?” Asked Sean, the lead warrior. “I planned on it but I wanted to talk to them a little more first but things came up and I wasn’t able to.”

She could merely tightenher hug towards her beloved Brother Vir’s gigantic blue body. “Stop that disgusting romance and intimacy in front of me! I loathe it! I detest it! Get this! Die and just go to hell!” screamed King Richard Orlando Lie with his extremely high tenor voice tune. King Richard Orlando Lie emitted his red yellowish power again. The red orpiment changed to numerous swords, knives and daggers. The numerous swords, knives and daggers were seen whizzing and whooshing so quickly and undetectably towards Virando and Sumico.

An art where you can perform magic with a sword. *Dragon's scale-- a sword magic which makes the owner sword to harden like of a dragon scale and passively reflected the object it touches to where it came from in a tenth fold speed* The arrows reflected speed became quicker than to the speed it has before. Sword arth, eleventh form; roar of the Lion!" *roar of the Lion-- a sword magic which the sword produces a very thin yet sharpened waves of sound in a cyclone formed horizontally.*

This was also held in place by the stem of the peacock feathers. Saxon saw the twin blades and lost his confidence, "hey no fair," he complained. "Man up, will ya," Xara became annoyed at her husband. Saxon's face turned red hearing those words. He increased the amount of mana he put into the sword, summoning the Draconic Cora King. HISSSSSS!

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.

She slowly extended a hand and gripped the sword on her back. Once again, she drew her sword. Instantly, a chill ran through the air. Isolde held the sword in her right hand, in front of her chest. Then, she used her left index and middle finger to gently stroke the blade. Her movements were tender, as though caressing a lover. "Its name is Swanflight. It is 33 inches long and 1 inch wide. It was forged by the first leader of the Lunaria Order, and it has been passed down for over 500 years. It is known as one of the three divine weapons of Daneast."

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."