Swordmaster Novels & Stories

We rushed to the main hall and then continued to where we found other superweapons the other day. I turned right and I said open unto me now your closed doors. The door was unlocked I entered and the aura in the room was above ordinary. They followed me and I said this is your superweapon we have to take it. The sword said no I can’t recognize you. Who are you? May just took the blade and cut three of her fingers for her blood and drooped the blood on the sword. What is your name. the sword asked. May quickly responded my name is Mayfair Boating I am your new master.

It took in a deep breath for another belch of flame. I extended my hand out. "Sword!" Nothing happened. The dragon's maw opened wide, ready to spit flame. "I am Nami! Sword!" The Aurora Sword flew from the trees. It landed in my hand just as the black flames extended from the dragon's mouth. The Aurora Sword lengthened and split the flame in two. The sword, my armor, and my wings all emanated white and rainbow light as I held fast against the black flame.

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.”

At the gate of the Swordsmanship-seeking Sect on the Swordsmanship-seeking Mountain Range. A slender figure was sitting cross-legged in the sky above the mountain gate. His short black hair stood on end, shining with cold light like steel needles. He was a young man of the Human Clan. He had sharp eyebrows and sword-like eyes, but there was a hint of unconcealable arrogance between his eyebrows. His eyes were long and slanted, and his lips were thin. On his back was a cyan saber with a long hilt. The hilt was two meters long, and there was a crescent moon and a cyan dragon on the blade. The saber looked ordinary. Only a real master could feel the murderous aura from it. Only a murderous weap

BLADE 3. Pain. It was all I felt when I shot my eyes opened. I felt so sore and tired. The memories of how Lorenzo plunged deeper into me last night filled my mind. He was so cruel to me. I didn't find any enjoyment in it at all. I tried lifting my hands and I was happy It was back to functioning. My tit hurts too as a result of the sucking he did last night.

Her intense gaze, hardened by countless battles, was tempered by her unwavering loyalty to Somerland. To Elysia's left stood Gareth Swordbane, widely feared and respected as the Sword Demon. He was a tall, imposing figure, his eyes sharp and deadly. Known for wielding a blade with unparalleled mastery, Gareth’s skill in swordsmanship was legendary, his reputation as a ruthless opponent striking fear into the hearts of all who dared challenge him. His sword, an ancient blade etched with runic symbols, was strapped across his back, and his eyes held a piercing focus that spoke of countless battles fought and won.

“What will you choose?” I walk along the wall, knowing exactly what I’m after, and proceed to take a katana down from the wall. Traditionally, katanas are forged using Tamahagane, but this particular sword is forged using bloodstone, a specific gemstone that upon contact, can weaken any sanguidae. It’s also the only substance that can kill them. To successfully kill a sanguidae one must cut out their heart using bloodstone, as it stops the heart from regenerating.

Terra felt his heart tremble as he heard Tsarayu's words and saw a terrifying momentum appearing around him, Tsarayu. "Seven forms of sword saint: second form- Devastation!" Tsarayu made a slash with his sword in the air as a terrifying attack was unleashed from it in the direction of terra.

The war raged on, a battle of power and soul, each stroke striking like a crescendo amid the storm. My trembling palm clutched Xavier's sword, a relic of power that pulsed with an energy I didn't understand. The blade became an extension of my will as the Demon leaped at me with murderous intent. The sword clashed with its opponent's blade in a dance of survival, each strike mirroring the ferocious struggle for power.

loving one of his hobbies will lead to the other’s destruction, swordplay, and dancing are two different categories until Jimboy remember all the steps in swordplay and the step in his dance and to his surprise, most of them have in common in a blink of an eye and enlightenment suddenly arrived at him! -SKILL GENERATED!- -SKILLS HAS BEEN UPDATED- -GENERATE: SKILL- SWORD DANCE= SWORDSMANSHIP AND DANCING AT THE SAMETIME- -SKILL: CLUTCH CHANGED TO SWORD DANCE- RESTRAIN- -RESTRAIN: USING THE SHOCKWAVE AT THE GROUND, ANY ENEMY THAT WAS HIT BY IT WILL MOMENTARILY STUN