Sword Wielder Novels & Stories

On the pavilion floor lay a sword carved with a dragon, and standing on it was the man who had shouted. He stooped slightly, breath ragged; his eyes were bloodshot, bulging as if they might pop from their sockets. Through gritted teeth he thought, 'Xiu Jian is a damned wretch! I can’t even burn his sword!' Indeed, the trembling, furious man was Huang Fu, and the blade beneath his boot was the Sacred Dragon Sword. He had tried to set the sword aflame—yet not only did the flames refuse to take, the fuel he poured seemed to be absorbed and vanished, drying as if swallowed by the metal itself.

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."

The weight of his sword felt like an extension of his arm, a part of him as vital as his own heartbeat. As the battle horns blared, signaling the start of the assault, Lucian surged forward. The clash of steel and the roar of warriors filled the air. Lucian’s movements were fluid, almost graceful, as he cut through the enemy ranks. His blade found its mark with lethal precision, each strike deliberate and deadly. He did not blink as he took life after life; the faces of the fallen blurred together in a haze of crimson.

Its formidable presence serves as a reminder of his role as a prince and protector. To Tritan's left, Finrir gracefully hovers, his pack adorned with a sheathed long Viking sword. If his lethality is needed, the sword becomes an extension of his skills, a weapon to be unsheathed with precision and deadly intent. Crafted with intricate engravings and a polished edge, the sword reflects the strength and resilience that Finrir embodies. It is a weapon that strikes fear into the hearts of their enemies, poised to be wielded when the situation demands it.

" There must be a loophole, there is always one " " There may be one " " What is it ? " Celea asked exited to finally get to hear the answer to the question she always wanted to know " Your father's sword " " Do you mean the one he stabbed my father with ? " Celea asked referring to when the devil had stabbed her father right in front of her at the war " No, there is another one " " So where can I find it ? " " When the sun and moon will meet again, you will know the answer "

Then he grabbed a belt another soldier was holding and unsheathed a longsword. Scarlett had never seen one close up, but she knew its name. Most of the women in Karai used smaller swords, poleaxes, axes, or lances. But a sword was just a piece of metal. The wielder had to know how to use it in order for it to be effective. “And what is your name, Mr.?” “Humbert,” he said, giving a small bow. “Fire… or magic tricks of any sort aren’t allowed.” “I won’t need any magic,” said Scarlett, smiling.

Now let's deal with these wreckers" I pulled out my silver blade bastard sword from its sheath and tossed the sheath aside. I stamped my feet on the ground and it caused an earth tremor. I don't really have much powers, just the normal invulnerability, super strength and very high expertise use of weapons. My favorite weapon is the sword. I can wield any kind of sword. I am like a god when I am in action(action god) I am merciless in battles and never run away from a fight. I have killed numerous supernaturals in the past and still going to.

She took the blade again and swiftly cut her wrist without showing even an ounce of pain on her face. The water began to color red and she lay there with her head on the edge, a serene smile played on her lips. One wondered is this how death feels? Like a happiness after ages? Like perfectly cold water after a long run? Like life was never meant to be? ***

He pulled her to his back. He looked at the killers who were dashing toward them and gave them a contemptuous look. Then, he drew his longsword to create a sword ray that flew toward the killers. The sword ray was fierce and glaring. It pierced the night sky like a ray of thunder. Such an intense sword ray! The killers looked terrible when they saw the sword ray swooshing at them. They realized they were fighting a strong enemy. There was not enough time for them to avoid it. The only choice was to form a protective barrier in front of them quickly.

Whoosh! The huge soul sword that was fighting against the three Divine Void Warriors completely swallowed the red light. The grayish-black sharp sword acted as if it came from an abyss as it broke through the attack and defense of the first three Divine Void Warriors. The sword pierced through the bodies of the three Divine Void Warriors within the blink of an eye. As the three huge soul swords pierced through their bodies, the first three Divine Void Warriors instantly turned into red specks of light and floated in midair.