Sword Wielder Novels & Stories

Kayson asked, “You’ve heard of Mr. Windsor too?” Zidane said, “Of course. He’s known as the Mountain Carver. He’s able to cleave a mountain with his sword, and he’s best known for his ability to create an immense amount of sword energy. I heard that his sword energy is so great that other smashers are envious of him.” Kayson had seen Swenson in action before, and he truly befitted the title. “You're lucky that he's willing to wield his sword for you three times. This way, no smashers will dare to take on you easily.”

I stretched my hand, grabbed the sword, and swivelled my body in mid-air, making a perfect hero's skill. I landed on the ground, and I felt my muscles urging me to fight. I can feel my whole body aching for war, ready to shed blood. I am ready to show them what they just did to me, to get revenge and to teach them that no one messes with Rey Reed and goes Scot free. I unsheathed the sword from its housing, and I was awed by its sight. It was different from any other sword I had ever seen. It is glowing red, instead of the normal white.

He needed to end this, and quickly, lest Mika take advantage and win. Boro closed his eyes and opened his mind, he was the void. He felt the air stir as Mika moved in to capitalize on this moment, thinking Boro had given up. He was dead wrong, Boro felt the blade move through the rising daylight, and moved his body almost as if on its own, without thought, acting on pure instinct. His blade, the same type of single edged sword his father had used, the one that he had named Honor, moved as if to block Mika's but instead he ducked, and moved around it, weaving under the path of the blade, and at the last second he turned his own so that the flat of it struck Mika on his wrist, breaking it clea

Eryndor's Shadowing dagger seemed to dance in the moonlight, its dark blade slicing through the air with a haunting screee-ksss. Each strike landed with a thud-thwack-thoom, sending tremors through the troop's warriors. The troop's hearts raced as the violent zing-ting-zap of clashing daggers filled the field. The savages of warriors, fueled by fury and loyalty, clashed in a frenzy of arms and teeth. The ground grew slick with blood, the earthy smell mingling with the metallic tang of steel. Jack Wolf stood firm, his Moon-whisper spear shining with a soft, ethereal light. He parried Eryndor's strikes with a precision born of desperation, his movements a blur of speed and strength.

You see, the Blade Lord was different from the Sword God. The Sword God took pride in learning many techniques and incorporating them into each other to create a variety of sword skills that were useful for every situation. There was the Swallowtail Sword, Gentleman’s Sword, Warrior’s Wrath, and Mountainous Sword. Each of these three sword arts had their own techniques, and each was meant for a different group of people. The Mountainous Sword was meant for heavy sword users, while the Swallowtail Sword was perfect for those who prioritized speed over brute strength. As for the Gentleman’s Sword, it was a sword art that was meant for those with calm and unruffled temperaments. On the contrary

:Only one Guardian Sword exists per Warrior, so how do they each carry a sword? :Warrior, the sword becomes a part of you,: Kree told him. :That's why you cannot get rid of it. You are as much a part of it as it is of you. It is embedded in your spirit. Once you are chosen, the three form a symbiotic communion that can never be broken, even after death.:

However, his whole name is even more grand, meaning the defender of the people. Looking at him like this, he's definitely a person who shines enough to live up to the name. In addition, he was wearing the gorgeous long sword known as the Sword of Helios on his waist. It suited him so well that the blacksmith 500 years ago must have made it with him in mind. It's not as though Maria had never seen any handsome man before. But to think that Maria, who usually doesn't pay much attention to people's appearance, had praised him so much at the very first sight, he's really phenomenal.

They were waiting for Qin Haodong's order to kill them all. Yagyuu Waakam who had seen Yagyuu Hirai cut off Yagyuu Yoshida's arm, scolded him angrily, "Young Master, are you crazy? How can you hurt your people?" Yagyuu Hirai raised his hand and wiped his face. Then, he smiled at Yagyuu Waaka, showing his shiny teeth as he said, "Allow me to introduce myself. I'm Sword, a ninth-level bodyguard from Daddy Security Company. I'm not your stupid young master."

While Maxim dealt with Samuel, the rest of the griffin knights would attack the dragon at once. Maxim unsheathed his sword and coated it with aura. Samuel did the same and coated his sword with aura. An aura user. Both of them were the aura users who were also the sword masters. Swordmaster was the sword user who had enlightenment and was capable of using the aura to cut the enemy. Swordmaster was the strongest sword user that not many could achieve. Maxim raised his sword into the air and pointed at Samuel. The white aura shot up to the sky before pointing at Samuel.

Shandra ignores him and flashes the werewolf a big smile. "I'm very grateful, really." Shandra looks at the sword with admiration, impressed with its beauty and powerful aura. She feels the vibration of the weapon in her hands and realizes that there is something special about it, something that goes beyond the material. "This sword is truly magnificent," says Shandra, still enthralled. "What should I call it?" The werewolf woman smiles gently. "This is the Sword of Aurora. It is a legendary weapon, passed down from generation to generation in our family. Now, it has chosen you as its bearer."