Sword Wielder Novels & Stories

This was mine, I needed to give those who had been hurt the justice that they deserved. My hand gripped the hilt of the Sword of War, a blade forged for a chosen warrior like me, imbued with the power to destroy the one who had taken so much from me. I could feel its weight, not just in my hand but in my soul. The sword was a link to the Moon Goddess, to the very power that had brought me back here to do what had to be done. The prophecy had always been clear: only I could end this. And now, standing in the heart of the palace that had once been my home, I had come to fulfill that purpose.

My grip tightens on the hilt of the weapon as I prepare myself for the impending clash. Surrounded by a few Embers, I catch a glimpse of Sora's fiery ginger hair nearby, her expression, that of shock. Stepping forward, I swing my sword, but he dodges with impressive agility. As the clash of steel filled the air, each strike reverberated through the training square like a thunderous drumbeat. Thrystan moved with the grace of a seasoned warrior, his movements fluid and precise, a testament to his years of training and combat experience in the Wreath.

124 - Do We Simply Wait For Rescue? (3) As Ye Mo repeated the motions of the Song of the Autumn Sword once more, he found himself unable to immerse himself in the image of a falling leaf in his mind’s eye. The blade of any sword was meant to cut, and the Way of the Sword was to effectively cut everything in the weapon’s path. This was the general truth held in belief by every swordsman, be they an ordinary weapon user or a dedicated sword cultivator like Ye Mo. Even if he were to ask Ye Hua, Wu Xuan’er or any of the Battle Court disciples, they would answer him in similar ways.

“That’s the wrong mindset. You fight to win. To tear down your opponent and rise from the dust before he can breathe again.” A silence followed after my words. I dropped my jacket to the ground, stepping into one of the circles. A hush fell as I pointed to the nearest warrior among the trainers. “You. Come.” The man was broad shouldered and had a scar running down his cheek, seasoned enough to know I wasn’t offering him an easy test. He nodded and stepped forward, bow in hand. “Blade,” I corrected, tossing him a wooden sword from one of the baskets kept. He caught it, adjusted his grip, and came at me without hesitation.

My heart drums a terrifying rhythm, threatening to make me combust. I bring my own knife in a downward motion as if I were attempting to carve a cross on his chest. He falls back but not before the blade kisses his tanned skin. He snarls in my direction while my ears muffle the sound that surrounds me, focusing my attention on the rough-looking hybrid. He descends on me, sending blow after blow with agility and ferocity. My body bends and whirls, sidestepping each one of his strong hits, studying the motions, though I know that I won't be able to keep him at bay for long.

"Think about it, the name Kopis is ancient Greece for a knife and it's no coincidence that your name..." "... Is Blade." I finished for her as I began thinking about it. "If this is in anyway true, that means I'm cursed." "Yeah!" She said. "You are." My heart crashed as somehow, I had been hoping that this bloodlust thing would go away and I could try to have a normal life again.

Silver Swordsmen can project their Battle Force onto their weapons and cause them to discharge different types of sword sparkles, with the length of the gleam demonstrating the Star position of the fighter. With respect to Gold Swordsmen, they can accumulate their Battle Force to execute went assaults. Past that was the degree of Blademasters, who could project their Battle Force onto anything from blossoms to pieces of turf and use them as invulnerable heavenly weapons to annihilate their adversaries. Sword Saints, be that as it may, were more similar to legends. Not much was been aware of them, however it was said that they can use something in accordance with a "space". There were somewhe

The sword can only be pulled by a righteous, worthy person and the one destined to rule as king of all supernatural beings. Upon hearing these things, Rio, Dante, Leonard and as well as Prometheus was shocked and confused. “There is a sacred weapon that can kill even a supernatural being? Is this story for real, or just a myth?” Rio asked confusedly. “This is not just a myth young one,” Incur replied. “What you heard is all for real.” He added upon seeing that Rio and the rest of the young men were still confused. “If this is for real, what does it have to do with Augustus? If this can kill him, then why didn’t anyone searched for the sword and used it to destroy the dark one with it?” Dante

COME FORTH HOLY SWORD COVENANT! *A white-blue striped colored swords comes out at Elaine's hands* Haha, haha! So that's why you called the sword saint, then let me show you mine as will, COME FORTH SWORD AT THE THRONE OF THE GOD OF ZERONITY I CALL UPON YOU THE GOD OF ZERONITY TO COME TO ME AND LET ME USE YOU HEAVENLY GOD SWORD EXDILDURAL! *Then a white-golden cloud appeared out of nowhere there the sword exdildural come out at the clouds and going towards taso's direction then taso grabs the sword and taso said*

Turning in Rebeca’s direction, Selene asked in a curious tone, “What kind of sword is this? It is not an ordinary sword.” “Of course this is the blessed sword of Seraphim. Only a few high-rank angels have the power and ability to use it. It can destroy all dark energy with a single touch of it,” Rebeca explained till looking in the direction of Dad. What next happened was unexpected for all of us. Dad charged Armaros with that sword and in a swift motion, he cut two wings of Armaross with that Sword and surprisingly Armaros couldn’t even dodge his attack. He was faster than him.