Swords & Potions Novels & Stories

"I'm not here to join Windsor's team!" "Then why are you here?" "To buy potions!" Lancelot replies, his hands raised in a gesture of honesty. Windsor raises an eyebrow, crossing her arms in front of her chest as she scans him from top to bottom. "You already have two bottles of Vitality Elixir, don't you? That should be enough. Normally, two bottles are enough for an average C-level potential user for ten days." "Could it be that you want to buy Resurrection Light?"

Cara shook her head and said simply, “Mate, drink.” Even though his instincts craved it, Gray Wolf still refused. He knew this was something precious, and as a male wolf, his natural instinct was to save the best for his mate. But Cara shook her head again. She could sense the immense potential within Gray Wolf’s body, and this potion was meant to awaken that power, to make him even stronger. For her, however, that kind of potential barely existed. The potion wouldn’t do much for her, and drinking it would simply be a waste.

For the first time, I glance around the room, and it is ridiculous. The wall behind Zane is covered in throwing knives, axes, daggers, machetes, swords… who the fuck even uses swords anymore? To my left, there’s a wall with every type of bow and arrow you can imagine. All the arrows have silver tips, and beside the wall with all the bows and arrows, is what looks to be a bookcase, but only has little vials. Wolfsbane and molten silver, I assume. That will hurt like a bitch.

I screamed as he pounced, pinning me to the ground with a snarl. "Sage, stop! Please, what is happening to you?" I begged, struggling against his grip. But he was beyond reason, his wolf instincts taking over. His claws dug deeper into my wrist, and I screamed in agony. "Sage, please! You're hurting me!" I cried, tears streaming down my face as my vision began to blur. But he just growled, his eyes wild and unrecognisable. His wolf eyes burned with pure intensity, one that sent shivers running down my spine.

But the pack held fast. Weapons lay scattered across the deck, each one gleaming with the promise of violence. Amelia moved among them, watching the others take up arms. Silver-tipped arrows shone cold and deadly, nestled in quivers strapped across broad shoulders. Blades shimmered with an inner light, their enchantment humming in the air. The crew even readied vials of potion, glass bottles filled with swirling liquids that promised to turn the tide of battle. Amelia paused, picking up one of the blades. Its weight felt good in her hand, its power a reflection of her own fierce will. She sheathed it, meeting the eyes of those around her.

As Severin began to devour the lingering swordwills in the Sword Tomb, his own swordwill, which was originally heptagold, also began to evolve little by little. The originally extremely sharp Heptagold Sword Energy gradually began to have various attributes of earth, water, wind and fire!

I opened my eyes to find a translucent sword in my hands, a manifestation of my intent. Excitement bubbled within me as I examined the ethereal weapon. The edges sparkled with otherworldly radiance, and I could feel the hum of power emanating from it. It was a surreal sight—a sword made not of steel but of the very fabric of existence. Eager to test my creation, I turned my attention to a punching bag hanging in the corner of the training room. With a swift motion, I swung the celestial sword, its energy slicing through the air like a comet's tail. The blade connected with the punching bag, and to my amazement, it split into two perfect pieces.

first, but I'm not sure what made her change her mind,” Drom said, taking a corner of the bandage that was still stuck to his wound and pulling it out. With a sigh of relief, he winced.“Even so, those individuals invaded our land and destroyed our people. Even if she aided you, she would face punishment at our hands still,” Thomas explained.“I completely agree with you. Drom said, "She isn't an exception." There was a long pause before anyone else spoke up.“Did she say something about a way to get rid of the injury?” “Robert Townsdy inquired.“Yes,” Drom said, looking down at his chest. Only the covenant sword, she said, will restore my power and repair this wound. My shai magic did not vani

I turn around putting the medallion back down and picking up a vial. “These are potions kind of like what the guys took. They help with stamina so you don’t get wore out as easily. I have enough of the potions for you all that are going and the warriors. The medallions on the other hand I only have enough for the front row fighter. We didn’t have enough time to make them for all the warriors.” “That is amazing Vor.” Dawn said in aww.

The man said as his fighting spirit rose. “Let's fight far from here.” Ding Bang said as he looked at everyone's scared face. “Why? Are you afraid that these weak maggots got implicated?” The man smirked. He raised his right hand up in the air, a majestic black sword with dragon engraved on it appeared. Mysterious words were written on its blade up to its hilt. Its sharp edge shines in cold luster with faint diamond aura surrounding it. An indication that his sword was a Triple S rank item.