Swords & Potions Novels & Stories

He lifted his right hand; a big black sword appeared firmly in his hand, accompanied by a crisp sound. The big black sword had a chilly aura, and it was a purple category weapon.

The wood of the walls looks old and moldy. There is a chimney, but there's no smoke. I glance through the windows and see no one. Someone lives here alone in the shadows. A hermit type of lifestyle. There is wood beside the chimney. Papers upon a table. The living room couch has the silhouette of a person's body marked on it. On the wall behind the couch, there are swords. Rows and rows of weapons alike. Knives, daggers, athames, antique swords. Some have crystal incrustations. Emerald, ruby, sapphire, diamonds. Others have stones. Quartz, agate, tiger's eye. Each one is different. Each one lethal. I hear the door opening. I take a step back. I'm too close to the house, to the window. Someon

And in the middle, on a stone bridge that spanned the torrent, stood Leigh’s father. Lord Valerius was a tall, lean man like a hardened sapling. He wore no armor, only a worn leather jerkin over a grey tunic. His hair was more silver than black, tied back. He held no weapon. He stood alone on the bridge, facing Gryffen’s army, a solitary figure of calm authority.

“Firstly, the existence of the dragon sword: one of Schneider's most dangerous weapons. From what I've heard, this sword can kill any kind of dragon like a vicious poison, blocking the self-recovery system within the dragon's body. Or that's what I learned in Karl's case at least.” “You could say I was still quite lucky to have managed to dodge ninety percent of the attack,” said Karl, with the man's face turning tense. "But still, I can't deny that the slightest scratch from the sword felt like thousands of needles stabbing into my body, making it difficult for me to move." "Yes, and luckily I managed the situation," Nora said again. "And one more. A potion that I think you all already know

The spell Books contain a low-level Healing spell {Mend Touch}, able to heal any small wound using mana (Evaluation: Quite valuable, it's the same effect as consuming a normal level healing potion). "...What about the Potions?..". […it was self-explanatory isn't it?....there's even a label on each vial..]. "Wow, I'm just asking though…forget it, I just use {Identify} myself..". The only thing that was left was the rusted sword and the weird black ring. For some reason, the sword and the ring exuded a strong aura as my hand come closer to it, as both of the items were in my hand the black rust came off like sand revealing a beautiful metallic surface, the rusted sword became shiny and sharp t

He squeezed her hand, then released it, stepping forward to lead the way. Darius handed out weapons as they prepared to descend. The blades were silver, with edges coated in a dark, oily substance. “Wolfsbane,” Darius explained. “It’s the only thing that will kill them. Don’t hesitate. If you see one, strike fast and don’t look back.”

There was also a golden cover at the center of its handle, and there were some abstract designs embossed on it. Cordelia's spear can shrink into a handy weapon with blue crystal blades on both ends but in different sizes, from where the mainly used one is much longer and visible than the other one. Its handle was made with silver metal with shiny and tiny pieces of crystals sprinkled all over it. Her partner—Helios, got his sword upgraded as well. His weapon could turn into different styles and sizes that he thought would fit into a certain battle.

“That explains so much.” Papa continued, passing out each item slowly. A whip-sword that looks like it was made out of an ancient and holy vines and silver-thorned bramble for Aya. A curved bone-saw blade for Sari that looks like it was owned by the devil himself. A silver-inlaid stave carved with moons for Lily. She cradled it like it was a baby bear. “This one has a name,” she whispered. “I can feel it.” I wasn’t surprised. Lily had always been strangely good at naming things that should be nameless.

“Constantine, if we’re going to stand any chance against Agnes and her dark magic, we need an edge. Something the elders won’t see coming.” Constantine, her face etched with determination, nodded. “I know, Isolde. We can’t let Agnes’s underhanded tactics win this contest. But what can we do?” Isolde’s eyes gleamed with a hint of mischief as she whispered, “Mountain ash.” Constantine frowned, puzzled. “Mountain ash? How can that help us?” Isolde explained, “Mountain ash is a powerful elemental substance. If we incorporate it into our spells during the ritual, it could give us an advantage. Agnes won’t see it coming, and it might disrupt her dark magic.”

“You should combine with your sword and plan a swift attack. By adding the Amethyst-Gold Power and the curse magic, you should be able to hold up against him.” “You’re right.” James nodded. “Still, I need your help to block his attacks.” James conjured the Nether Demonic Sword and the Judgment Scythe. Then, he swiftly fused with the swords to form a gigantic black sword glowing with a golden light. At the sound of the bell, James shot toward Xachary. Xachary had generated the Genesis Divine Light again at that point. As he gave a light wave of his hand, layers of light shields formed before him.