Sword Oratoria Novels & Stories

The water obediently yielded before the blade, an extension of Finrir's strength and skill. Aros, spellbound by Finrir's display, conveyed his admiration through a series of intricate aquasign gestures. "In the depths of Tritania, where currents intertwine, the Acttegatian style emerges with unparalleled grace and strength. Your swordmanship sings through the water, an exquisite dance that speaks of a legacy steeped in mastery and tradition."

I plead in between my sobbing voice. But none of them paid any attention to my begging. "Ciao, Chatter-box ( Bye, Chatter-box )" Orion said in his inhuman intimidating tone. And before I could comprehend what he had said, his sword stabbed me in the leg with all the force of his body. "Nooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo" ◓ ◕◓ ◕◓ ◕◓ ◕◓ ◕◓ ◕◓ ◕◓ ◕◓ ◕

To her, it didn't matter how powerful Orion was, as he couldn't give her that sense of safety. "Come on! Is this all you've got?!" The longer Orion fought, the stronger his momentum became. His aura surged skyward as he roared, "If this is all you can do, then this ends here!" The saber sheath at Orion's waist began trembling violently. "It's Orion's Hellsun!" The other prodigies cried out excitedly at the sight. "Orion earned the title of Southern Edge because of that blade!" In truth, Orion should have drawn that blade during his last confrontation against Evan, but Lyra had stopped him back then.

A terrifying Sonic Sword Energy swept forward and approached the altar. Boom!!!

At this moment, the oracle felt a shadow enveloping his head. He tried hard to open his eyes and saw a figure falling from the sky. At the same time, a cyan sword light fell down. "Sword intent of Extreme Anger!" Swoosh! The oracle was immediately split in half from the middle. With another sweep of the sword radiance, the body of the oracle turned into four pieces. However, the oracle had a grim smile on his face. "This means can't kill me at all." “When I call my companions over, we will tear you into pieces!”

He clasped the hilt tightly and declared in 'lease', "Daemonium Venator: Gladius Obumbratio." His sword began to hum loudly, the originally 2 metres long sword grew longer, becoming almost twice its previous length. It also grew larger, as the thin sword now looked like a large cleaver. Its blade was engulfed entirely in fire, its screams like the cry of a rising phoenix. James' aura went through a drastic change just like his sword. He grew larger, making Morgana who was held in his left arm look more like a doll figurine than an actual human being.

I shield her, blade striking wraith-claws, sparks searing, Lena’s spark flaring, hymn steady. Cassia’s fire roars, blade slashing wraith-shadow, flames crackling, eyes fierce. “Die!” Renn’s relics blaze, hymn strong, striking claws, stance firm, Zorath at his side, voice low. “Keep up!” Maddox’s shadows twist, dagger sinking into wraith-flesh, grunt sharp, darkness fraying. Sylvara’s vines whip, binding claws, aura bright, staff firm, Elara’s rune glowing. Lysara’s frost-ring surges, blade flashing, frost trailing, voice crisp. “For Lumora!” Theryn’s light-blade hums, striking shadow, hymn soft, Zorath’s gauntlet slashing nearby. Valthor’s blade cleaves, helm aglow, wraith-flesh splintering.

Whoosh! Rags' body glowed eerily as a terrific aura erupted away from his body, like there was a dazzling sun within unleashing waves of terrible sword flashes. The man himself was a sharp sword drawn, its edge at once deadly! "Look closely, Caleb! This is the Grand Death Slash—the signature Emperor-class sword technique of the Eternia Seminary!" Whoosh! He flew out rapidly right then, his sword flashes illuminating the skies like bolts of lightning as he danced through the ranks of his enemies and stabbed through them.

None of them acknowledged either MC and he had to squeeze Jenna’s hand when it looked like she wanted to go to her brother. Preacher, a member from The Sinners, gave a beautiful sermon. He’d known Bandit for almost thirty years. The eulogy was emotional, spoke of each man’s values, his soul, the role he’d played in the club, the loyalty, love and dedication that they’d given to the Warriors. Jake, K-9, Dagger, Poison, and Shadow each carried an urn inside the mausoleum. Plaques had been made with their names, rank and the dates of their birth and death, and fastened to the shelf. Jake took a deep breath as he placed Bandit’s urn above his plaque.

This was Thorn’s judgment. I grabbed Storm through the blue shield, pulling him tight to me as he sobbed into my shoulder. Thorn stepped forward. No hesitation. No mercy. No forgiveness. “You broke your word,” he said, voice so cold it blurred the air. “You placed your desire above his life.” Doreana laughed weakly, tears streaking down her cheeks. “I needed him.” Thorn lifted his palm. The room cracked with ancient power. A burst of silver and shadow surged from his hand, slamming into Doreana’s chest. There was no scream… her body disintegrated instantly, turning to ash that drifted across the floorboards like dust.