Swords & Potions Novels & Stories

I replied, still chuckling at being found out. As he handed the sword back to me, I felt a swell of emotion in my chest. "Well, I named this black beauty Umbra because it carries a sense of mystery and darkness," I explained, feeling a newfound confidence in sharing my thoughts with him. "Meanwhile, I named the white one 'Dawn' because it represents light, hope, and new beginnings. Together, they create a compelling contrast, reflecting the dual nature of the swords and the balance between light and shadow. It's a fitting combination for two powerful and complementary weapons, isn't it?" I asked, eager for his approval. Father nodded, his eyes shining with pride. "A wonderful name indeed," h

she said, tightening her grip on the sword, her breath ragged. Drakoen smile. He proceeded to release dark shadows from his hand, summoning a weapon forged in the abyss. A black medium sword. Black smoke was emitting from it and the unbearable stench of rotting flesh and blood. Mercedes didn't let that bother her. She had to stay focused on her enemy, not let him get the chance to strike her. Mercedes narrowed her eyes at Drakoen, clasping her sword with both hands.

He knew himself that he cant buy a good sword as he have to buy body tempering technique too with this little amount of money. As he tried to pick a sword he saw a beautiful black sword in the corner of rack, Theo mesmerized and uttered," what a beautiful black sword", suddenly from back he heard the word," isn't it beautiful, to sad the cultivator from whom i got the sword told me that this sword cannot cut anything, its dull sword". Suddenly as if deciding something Theo decide that he will take that sword. Theo walked out of the blacksmith shop shouting," Thank you, old man jiang"

Of course, his clothes wouldn't be complete without his sword, Scorpion. Scorpion and Sagittarius are swords from the ancient times, it already exists since Seruvia's era. Because of the works piling on his table since the day he took over the throne, he didn't had a spare time to visit his favorite place in the palace── the pond on the west wing── so his feet automatically brought him there as he walked in the palace's grounds.

A pole of golden light appeared in his hand and he could feel something solid, and not long after, the sword had materialised in his hand. “Whoa!” Matthew inspected the sword and swung it slowly around. He could feel the weight of the sword in his hand. The sword looked almost identical to his original one, only that it now had a blue crystal on the guard and also had a golden dragon head as the guard itself. “It worked!” Matthew shouted in awe. “Nicely done! Try summoning other things. The ones that we scanned.” Arshild was also getting excited. Matthew dismissed the sword and it disappeared reversely of how it appeared. Then he went on to summon numerous weapons into his hands, axe, spear,

Cain stretched his arms out at his sides, a dual sword in each hand. The pommels were silver, swirling and curving like crescent moons as they inched down the obsidian blades. His dark hair cascaded down his shoulders. When paired with the armor and swords, Cain looked as deadly as a warrior for the House Viotto should.

It's an endless stream of merriment. This creature was elegant, the aura around him loudly spoke royalty. The love in his eyes seems to be stronger than any story I had heard of love potion's power. The waves of the tender love I felt protruding from him was stronger than my little tender heart that had never in real time experience love.

“Hmm? Well, if you’re interested, the first sword goes by Xyan, the Sword of Divinity. As for the second and third ones, they’re Xyan, the Sword of Benevolence, and Xenith, the Sword of Sovereignty… Empyrean was the fourth sword, I believe, and it’s the Sword of Might. The Sword of Nobility, on the other hand, is Titan, which is also the fifth sword.” “As for swords six and seven, both of them are the Swords of Love, Gwaine and Morgen. The eighth sword is the one you’re currently wielding, Fishgut, the Sword of Courage. If I remember correctly, the ninth one is called Jochem, the Sword of Solitary, and as for the final sword, it goes by the name of Charmella, the Sword of Elegance!” “Each of

Master Saber advised her once. Carysse brought out the box that her master had gathered himself. Inside were rare medicinal herbs for different kinds of poison, bandages, blades, some silver and gold coins, a wooden pounder, spoons, and small bowls for mixing. In this case, it was nature that was attempting to weaken him.

The proprietor’s wife and daughter hovered as I toed off my boots and unstrapped my weapons. “I’ll give you three silvers,” I told them. “If you’ll get the gunk off everything.” I separated the spell component pouches and my coin purse, setting them on the table with my bag. I dropped the cloak onto the ground so that I could unbuckle my baldric from my chest. I took the swords out of the sheaths and inspected the blades by the firelight, before laying them onto the table. My fingers slipped in gore as I unbuckled the chest and back plate of my armour, leaning them against the side of the bath. The leather skirt buckle was easier; it had been protected from contact with the gore because it s