Swords And Magic Novels & Stories

So every time I perform with massive audience, I take the opportunity to look, stare at other people. With the little sorcery I've learned from Mistress Ursula, I proceeded to the next level of my performance. I went to the pool of water with petals of roses, and started the next phase of my dance, which is dancing at the water's surface. I do not have any exceptional abilities. In this Kingdom, majority are mages. Those in high ranks, like the nobles and royal families, held the most authority not because of their status but because of their abilities, in particular. They are the spirit mages. The ones who doesn't need any aid from tangible things to perform sorcery. As for the those in low

Daggers, axes, swords lay on the counters and occupied all the walls. “You have come exactly to the right place,” the merchant quickly chattered, taking a trained look at the buyer’s clothes and determining his ability to pay. “Look here, I have the best swords here. I hope you can appreciate my product. There was a large selection, but my eyes immediately landed on the sword hanging a little apart from the others - closer to the corner where direct sunlight from the window did not fall. The blade was narrow, strongly pointed at the end, long, but not bulky. Silver strips showed through the steel, molded into the weapon along its entire length. Yes, it is not made of pure silver, but there w

Suddenly, he jumped into the air and yelled, "Boundless heaven and earth, universal Storm of Swords!" The weather immediately changed. The light from the Unsullied Sword grew multiple times brighter and produced countless sword illusions that danced around Xiao Chen. The tightly condensed sword lights bounced off the whiteness of the snow. The crowd below gasped in shock. The Storm of Swords was one of the most abstruse sword arts among the cultivation sects. A perfected spell could alarm even gods and ghosts in the world. It was capable of turning opponents into dust at once.

Something had to give soon before he snapped; he just had no clue what that something was. With the sun still mainly in the east, peeking through the trees that overshadowed his small sanctuary, he ran his gaze over the bronze blade, examining the intricate design of vines along the sword's edge, the faerie cross encased handle and the jewel in the middle of the pommel centered the sword's magic, or at least, that was what he had been told. He had yet to understand how that magic worked, not that he had time to study the mystical sword with Vargas, Bertram, and Aradhon along with a host of gargoyles and dark elves doing their best to kill him and his friends. Hopefully, things would calm dow

My fingers are on my chin as I crouched and looked at it. The cover or the sheath was silver with a few pints of gold, I don't understand the engravings etched on it. Because of my curiosity, I held it and released it from its sheath. Unlike other sword, its blade was bluish and silver, the handle was wood in color and the cover was glass. It was not as heavy as it look. I lifted it up and swayed it... Imagining I was a samurai fighting some bad guys. I chuckled.

That’s an imperial order! The knights didn’t hesitate to implore the hard way… Even if it means them using military magic to kill me… Military magic is the magic they use for killing and for war…it’s basically a high grade offensive magic! One of the knights swung his sword at me and a blast of sword aura flew through the air in my direction… I barely managed to evade it… This situation is really bad! I have to get out of here right now!

Exactly as seen earlier in the castle. The sword. “What does that one do?” I asked, pointing to it. “It drinks blood. For anyone it kills, their blood is stored in the blade. You would try to always have a clothing between you and the hilt” That did not sound more beneficial than fairy dust. “So how useful would it be to protect me?” With only a smile, “very” Time to close the deal. “I have one silver coin” playing with the coins against my fingers. “Make it three and we have a deal”

"And the same goes for others." After that conversation, he took our weapons and started fixing them. I didn’t quite notice every single change that had happened to my sword, but there’s one thing I’m sure of; it turned out to be wonderful and much lighter than it was before. The moment I began to sway it, the blue and white smoke from the sword movements simply amazed me. The details and the outcome of its appearance are nothing but amazing. It was a fine and reputedly magical sword with two sharp blade edges made in crystal and a silver white cruciform lightly covered by gold chains.

They roll forward crates that have never before existed in any pack arsenal, enchanted blades Lyra forged with her own hands, brimming with the remnants of Morwein’s stolen power. Gasps shudder through the warriors. “These weapons,” I explain, “can cut through corrupted creatures… through ghosts, phantoms, and the dark spirits that serve the shadow rising against us.” They stare at the crates like they’re full of venom. A younger warrior whispers, trembling, “magic is forbidden… isn’t it?” “Magic is dangerous,” I correct. “But so is pretending it doesn’t exist.” I bend, lift one of the blades, the steel cold and humming. Lightning cracks across the sky in silent acknowledgment.

It smelled of damp stone, old hay, and solitude. Makil was already there, warming up with a series of fluid stretches that further betrayed his training. He wore similar clothes to yesterday, and two practice longswords were thrust into the ground at the center of the yard. Leigh arrived silently, a shadow detaching from the deeper shadows of the archway. She'd re-braided her hair tightly. She said nothing, simply walked to the center, pulled one sword from the earth, and tested its weight. "No rules," Makil said, pulling the other. "First to yield, or be disarmed."