Swordsman Marvel Novels & Stories

They all seemed on edge almost like they were waiting for something to happen, especially the vampires, as most of them stood around the barricade that led into the arena where the fight was going on. Using all the speed he could muster with only a tiny bit to spare, Kal dashed forward, swinging his sword out in front of him. It was a long silver sword that glinted harshly in the sun, but the moment it clashed with that of Sir Mallum, Kal instantly knew that Malik’s sword was much more deadly to him. It seemed to be coated in silver, irrespective of the dull properties the sword would have. In sir Mallum’s hand was a broadsword which he effortlessly swung almost like it was a pencil, and not

- They nodded. "Good! Then I'll tell you a bit more about them." - He smiled at them, but unknown for everyone he was analyzing them quite meticulously. "There are 4 'Holy Swords' that were created by my father. Among them Caliburn is with Arthur Pendragon, a sword so powerful it's capable of breaking space, due to that same trait its the sharpest, and strongest." - He started to explain. "Durandal, is a sword that is the embodiment of power and destruction. It's said that the sword at its max is capable of cutting any defense. The current wielder is Xenovia." - At the mention of that name, everyone was surprised.

With just a wave of his hand, he could turn his hand into a sword at will. "It's time to try the master's art. Eight flying swords!" Long Chen said, summoning eight swords equivalent to sacred artifacts. "Sacred swords? But… Life-swallowing sword!" BOOMMM.. "Ugh!" Long Chen was once again violently thrown by the right general. But as he was thrown, the right general did not notice the small smile on Long Chen's face.

Samarth couldn't help but smirk in satisfaction. Kumar charged forward, his sword flashing in the sunlight as he struck at Samarth with a powerful blow. Samarth, anticipating the attack, reined in his horse and raised his own sword to meet Kumar's. The two blades clashed, sparks flying as the steel rang out against each other, echoing loud enough to shake ears. Samarth's horse moved furiously beneath him, its hooves pounding the earth as he expertly parried Kumar's blows. Kumar, undeterred, pressed the attack, his sword slicing through the air. Samarth, his face set in a fierce grin, countered each blow with ease, his own sword striking back with lightning speed and his mind sickly desiring

"You don’t know who you messed with.” Frain said and showed his two swords. The warriors have prepared for combat. Swords were released from their sheath, Frain started to attack the Captain , his swords swung into the captain hut was avoided. Some of the warriors attacked Frain. In a snap, Frain used his ability. He slashed them, and the captain’s back. When they are all down, Frain sits on his legs and said, “Tell your King, I will return. He better be prepared." he grins and leaves them. No one even saw the scene. Or did he thought so?

He swung his sword in one fluid motion. Steel collided with steel, and a sharp metallic screech echoed as sparks flew. A lifeless body tumbled over the edge, plunging into the abyss below. It had been a martial god in black robes. He was rather skilled yet unable to withstand the ferocity of Chase's sword. "This sword… Its edge is extraordinary," Chase murmured while narrowing his eyes. The blade radiated a concentrated martial deity aura, interwoven with pure, crackling lightning energy. It was clearly a high-grade spiritual weapon.

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.

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.

His straight brown hair stopped at his shoulders. He was the other man I dreamed about. Where Talon’s jaw carried perfection in every classical curve, dream man two’s face was powerful angles of steel. The only real way to describe him was savage. Shivers of awareness ran down my spine. His entire body screamed power. Talon stepped between him and the Humvee. “Your sword should be in your hand,” Sable whispered so softly I almost missed it. I quickly removed my jacket and pulled the sword in the small confines of the vehicle that had seemed roomy a few minutes ago but was too tight a space to wield a sword.