Sword Zero Novels & Stories

Whiz— Standing on the spot, Yang Xiao's body burst out like a sharp sword. "Ah!" Shinichi Miyamoto tried his best to wield his samurai sword fiercely.

I need my sword. Reaching behind my back, I feel the cool, smooth texture of my marking shift beneath my fingers. There’s a brief moment where the ink pulses, almost as if it’s alive, before it solidifies into the hilt of my sword. I draw it out, feeling the familiar weight settle into my hand. The blade hums with energy, a glowing blue that pulses in time with my heartbeat. This sword is mine, a part of me, born of my blood and soul. Athena’s gift, forged from my very essence.

When I put one of my eyes on it, and closed the other one, I could see everything very clearly. “You are not to move. Talk. Or even breathe when Kent is here.” My mother said to me when she found out Kent, a werewolf with the biggest clan, was interested in seeing Marianna. “Mama, I cleaned all the china, and swatted the sofa. You won’t find any of our wolf hairs or real hairs. Can Jezebel and I go out now? She hasn’t been out since the incident.” I heard Marianna, my light, my love, my sister, ask my mother. Only her red hair was visible to me but I could almost imagine her pink button nose scrunching up as it always did, as she talked.

Instead, he muttered to himself again and again, "Where's my cheat ability? Why did it disappear? Why can't I see the future anymore?! What's going on?!" His expression was twisted with madness, like a rabid dog gone out of control. [That skill was a limited-time quirk for the newbie male lead, and it was bound to be retracted after a week.] [Even if he stocked the wrong supplies, he should've at least gotten food too. But this guy stocked only ice?] [Another brain-dead male lead, abandoned by the system.] At that moment, the signal cut off. I shrugged again, before continuing to eat my grilled meat.

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.

Utilizing its extremely high speed, it quickly lunged again. The sharp claws attacked once more, but this time, Sebastian didn't dodge. Instead, he wielded his sword gracefully. The sword light, like water, faintly transformed into a silk thread, cutting through the massive claw with a crisp collision. Turning offense into defense, he neutralized the falcon's second attack. Sebastian didn't want to give the falcon another chance with its claws. Like the wind, he fully exerted his sword! With the support of the Swift Wind Sword Technique, Sebastian's sword speed was a notch faster than before, instantly slashing four times.

"Clan Sköll? Det er ikke mulig. Sköll-klanen forsvant i min fars tid. (That's not possible. The Sköll Clan disappeared in my father's time.)" The sword disappeared from his neck as did the boots from his back. Taking these actions as permission, Brand slowly turned over and sat up. He first saw the large warrior draped in multiple furs and with an ax in his hand and a longsword strapped to his back. The man's black eyes bore into his, daring him to make one wrong move so he could play with his favorite toy and remove Brand's heart from his chest with it.

" He laughed, then opened the cupboard, but then stared at the empty cupboard with a strange look on his face. - Let me guess, you haven't packed yet and you have no idea which box the glasses are in, correct? - asked André, standing behind her and also looking at the empty cupboard. - Actually I know exactly where they are..., but I couldn't open the box, I need a knife to open the box of knives - she joked then pointing to a box that was in the corner of the room. - In other words, you packed it so well that you can't unpack it, I think that's so you, come on, I'll help you - He said following towards the box, he put his hand in his pocket taking out his keychain and showing her the car ke

“The thirty-six unorthodox sects and the seventy-two unorthodox factions cultivate the Invincible Vajra Body. There isn’t even a weapon in Zymurgy that can easily harm us. With bloodshot eyes, he stared at James. “W-Which sword do you have in your hand?” James slowly raised the Jozo Sword in his hand and smiled faintly. “Oh, I forgot to introduce it. This is called the Wuia Demon-Slayer Sword.” “Impossible!” Quince roared. “It’s impossible to kill so many powerhouses at once, even with the Wuia Demon-Slayer Sword.” “I forgot to mention.” James shrugged innocently. “I’m using the Jozo Sword of the Wuia Demon-Slayer Sword.” “You... Jozo Sword...” Quince seemed to have stumbled upon a soul-shak

Sekora asked. “You will be able to recognize them by the symbols on the hilt, first there is the Tsunami sword recognizable by the wave, next is the Earth breaker sword represented by broken earth, next is the Shadow sword represented by a ghost, next is the Sun saber represented by a sun, next is the Phoenix Wing sword recognized by wings, next is the Speed sword represented by a rabbit and finally there is the Power sword represented by a bull.” D2 replied going back to the lighter tone of voice.