Novel & Cerita Sword Wielder

What is that Brother? Nethersbane. The most magical artifact in the whole continent. It is also known as "The Holy Sword". It could kill anyone with just one slash. Ydar, being afraid that someone with ill intentions might possess this powerful thing, cast a spell on it. No one could wield it except if the sword itself will recognize them as its rightful master. " Swo, bwader wants to wab a vewey powerpyul swoyd? Yeyyy! Bwader Henry will kill mwonsters and bad guys! Bwader Henry is swo cool!"

As for the rest— “Dual Wielding Sword Arts— Double Swing!” WHAAM!!! I forcefully swung my weapons horizontally. It’s strong enough to create a force to blast away the spears. Her spears scattered and flew everywhere. When I looked around— Kuroyuki is nowhere to be found. Instinctively, I turned backwards as I diagonally swung my scabbard backhandedly around the height of my shoulder— it pinned a spear down stabbing to the ground. Her attack felt incredibly light.

If one looked closely, one would notice a shimmering light surrounding each soldier’s weapon—a manifestation of their sword aura, glowing with a fierce intensity. This ethereal aura was not merely a decorative flourish; it was a testament to their skill and training, a sign that they were prepared to face the impending onslaught with unwavering resolve. Each blade radiated a powerful energy, a promise of protection and strength against the monstrous threat that loomed just beyond the city walls.

Alpha Dominic ordered her. “Yes, Alpha,” she replied without any fear in her voice. Amaira held the sword and moved it higher in the air. “In my pack, warriors who use swords are brave and strong, wielding their weapons with precision and skill. They are trained to fight with strength and agility, and their sword is an extension of their body. They are relentless and fearless, ready to take on any enemy. Their sword is their shield, and their courage is their weapon. They symbolize strength and honor, and their peers and enemies respect them.” Amaira looked at every trainee with equal pride as she spoke each word.

Furthermore, the red long sword in David’s hand could break his high-level Soulbound Weapon, so it was definitely a super weapon. It was most likely a first-rate Soulbound Weapon. Weapons were often the key to the battle of powerhouses at the same level. “Who the hell are you? There have never been two brothers like you in Star Kingdom.” Tai asked loudly. “Are you dumb? Didn’t I tell you? I’m David and he’s David Two, my younger brother! Did you not understand such a simple answer?” David replied mockingly. “You...” Tai was speechless after being scolded by David.

Ario said, arranging his hair. “Trust me, I was,” I said, disappearing, and I appeared right in the middle of the fight. “It’s your time to shine,” I said, smirking. I brought out my sword, cutting through any rogue that entered the deadly attacks of my sword. This is a deadly weapon for all gods and goddesses, and there are just two that Arthur and I own. It would kill anyone it touched. For a mortal, just one cut means they are dead because the cut becomes infected, and slowly they die. As I was killing the rogues, I saw Mary, and she was fighting with Brandon. I walked towards them, grabbing Mary by the throat and slamming her against the tree.

Mell called out after he sipped his beer bottle that he always brought during bath. Lars lazily opened his eyes. "Uhh... nothing. Do I have to name it or something?" Vayu got in to the spring and sat next to Lars, his long hair tied on a towel bun. "A name helps you to associate with it better. A Scion Weapon is part of your powers and soul. It's not just a tool, it's a manifestation and part of who you truly are." "So deep down... I'm a sword?" "Not like that, you loghead." Vayu flicked his fingers and splashed Lars with them.

The memories of the borderlands, the hunts, the bloodshed—they all blurred into the background. Only the blade remained. Steel. Control. Focus. He spun the sword once and brought it down in a clean strike that would have split a skull from crown to jaw. The sound echoed softly across the courtyard. Then— “You train early.” The voice came from behind him. Deep. Smooth. Ancient. Adrian froze instantly. His instincts reacted before his thoughts did. He turned and dropped to one knee. “My king.” King Vaelreth stood near the entrance of the courtyard, his dark cloak stirring slightly in the cold morning wind.

“How much?” Deacon put his hands up. “Celestial weaponry is not sold, Theo. The weapon is fated to a specific owner and that sword was destined to be yours.” Theo nodded, pretending he understood the meaning of it. Deacon pointed to the scabbard with a holster fit for a dagger in the chest. The moment Theo touched the scabbard, the sword shrunk to its original size. Convenient, he thought, as he sheathed the dagger into the scabbard.

“I have to stay here for a while and pretend I’m recuperating, Mom.” She squeezed Zeph’s hand. “Of course, darling.” “Don’t worry, Mrs. Hayes. She won’t combust,” Theia said. Everyone chuckled, including my dad. “Are you gonna tell us what’s the sword all about? Why no one can touch it?” “Like an Excalibur, it’s wielded for me—” “And her mate. It hurts or burns anyone who touches it. It’s a present to him to fight alongside when the time comes,” explained Theia, making me laugh. “Kidding. She’s just possessive of it. It’s given to her by her master.”