Sword Oratoria Novels & Stories

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.

Orion continued, “Is there a weapon you would like to pick to aid you in this duel.” “Yes,” “Name it and it is yours” “A cord. Get me all you can find and I will make my pick.”

The air crackled with unspoken animosity as they engaged in a tense, emotional banter, the weight of past grievances and unspoken conflicts hanging heavily between them. As the conversation reached a fever pitch, Satan's chilling words cut through the air like a blade, informing Asmo that he was right at the door. In a swift and calculated motion, Asmo summoned his "Saber," a formidable weapon that served as the extension of his very being. The blade materialized, its form reminiscent of a dark, solidified storm cloud, crackling with an otherworldly energy that bespoke its deadly purpose.

“It’ll be better to take action as soon as possible!” “As you wish!” The Lv 6 of the Robotias and the Soul Devourer acted at the same time. Elora gritted her teeth and used Overlord Inferno to cover her entire body again. After picking up the sword that had followed her for endless years in her hand, she stroked it lightly and murmured to herself, “Old friend, I’m gonna need your help.” The three-foot green sword trembled for a while as if it understood what its master meant.

The radiant glow of his sword intensified as he channeled this inner strength. In response, the supernatural entities redoubled their efforts. Umbra's shadows thickened, seeking to engulf Maximus entirely. Ignis raged, flames spiraling in a desperate attempt to consume the defiant mortal. Fulgur's lightning intensified, creating a storm within the confined space of the throne room.

someone replied. The eleven people armed with Stake Swords charged at the same time, accompanied by a compact roar that sounded odd in the silence of the forest. Orda deflects several of them with fast, well-practiced movements. However, the strange sensation caused by the impact of the two different types of weapons made Orda's arm hurt from time to time.

He spat the blood as his only response to the Grand Hunter. Lorath twisted a smirk on his lips. “You’re too proud for your own good.” He raised his broadsword into the air and said, “I’ll be the one to put an end to your bloodline once and for all.” —[Sword of Wolf Hirashi]— Raeherys had to cover his eyes as the broadsword flashed brightly along with the triangular mark on Lorath’s chest. The light shone in gold as the weapon absorbed the energy from his chest.

whispered Godric and blamed the life with Louis for harboring such absurd thoughts. "Cain!", It came from a stern voice and the named demon warrior grinned and let a ball of fire appear in his left hand. This first encompassed the whole hand, then concentrated on the palm of the hand and slowly the outline of a large sword formed. When the outline was half the size of the warrior, the flames subsided, leaving a sword with a gold holder and a pitch-black blade in which red symbols were set. Godric was about to pull out his banners, but the warrior's exclamation froze him.

Boro and Mika stood in the sand circle as the two finalists. The animosity between the two was so thick in the air it was almost palpable. Boro stood in the ready form, Crane In The Water, standing perfectly balanced on one leg, his sword held out before him. Mika stood in a form that Boro didn't recognize. Boro prided himself on knowing all the forms of classical, and modern, sword art, the fact he didn't recognize this one was puzzling.