Swordsman Marvel Novels & Stories

She took the blade again and swiftly cut her wrist without showing even an ounce of pain on her face. The water began to color red and she lay there with her head on the edge, a serene smile played on her lips. One wondered is this how death feels? Like a happiness after ages? Like perfectly cold water after a long run? Like life was never meant to be? ***

said the lady laughingly. “Shut up Azrella and help me up.” said Kariya. “It’s not my fault you lost the swords and got yourself nearly killed.” Said Azrella while helping Kariya back onto the mountain and pointing to the swords in the dial. Then the man in the wizard robes stepped forward and began to speak. “Kariya you lost my swords and I should kill you right here, but I’m going to give you another chance to redeem yourself.” He said looking directly at Kariya.

"Jack wolf, please!" With a surge of adrenaline, Jack Wolf summoned every last ounce of strength. The spear shone brighter, its power surging through him like a river of light. Eryndor's eyes widened in surprise as Jack Wolf's grip tightened, the spear's tip pressing deeper into his chest. The dark magic swirling around him began to falter. Eryndor stood on his ground. The air was electric with the clash of steel and the scent of sweat and blood. Eryndor's Shadowing dagger seemed to dance in the moonlight, its dark blade slicing through the air with a haunting screee-ksss.

He could even deduce profound fundamentals from extremely advanced sword and saber techniques. "Hahaha, bravo, the White-Robed King is indeed dauntless. The slashing art of your Swift Gale Sword Technique has reached new heights again." Not far away, another young man had begun to laugh. The man, dressed all in black, was a stark contrast with the swordsman in white.

It was none other than Stavros, my beloved mate. Even the protective armor couldn’t shield him from me. Swords clashed, and I flinched at the deafening sound of metal scraping metal. My eyes widened at the sight in front of me. Stavros fought single-handed with the others, a strange glow emanating from his body. He sprang into the air as if he was a dragon! He broke every strike effectively with his sword, bringing his opponents down.

With a simple glance to his men, all of them lowered their guns. Amara Gabriel. She is known as the greatest swordswoman in the Mafia world. The mafia boss who uses swords instead of guns or anything that a Mafia boss usually used; she's different from all of them and even more scary than them. With her swords, she ends a bunch of lives. "What do you need from me?" She asked coldly. "I need to kill you," the woman uttered and pointed her gun at her as if she was gonna scare her with that. "I will kill you," she added.

The crowd echoed behind him as he raised his mace and nodded his huge head. Then my gaze shifted to the other warrior and stayed. Long black hair that grazed his burly shoulders. The body perfected under strenuous training. His hair had fallen into his eyes, and I couldn't clearly see his face from the side. Unlike the Boulder, this man was not built like a mountain but had an athletic build. He held a spear in his right hand like Aquaman. He jumped forward, straightening his spear, exposing his back to me. Blood trickled down from the wounds.

The group then breaks apart, going to their various stations. "Not bad, Wallace," Kaydence slaps me on the back. "What?" "William...Ah, never mind," they shake their head laughing. Turning away, a shot of golden light shoots across the sky. Running up the stairs to the top of the wall, I look over to see a ball of fire in the middle of the hill just inside enemy lines. A man in golden armor stands, his helm shining in the fading sunlight. In his hand is a sword that glows with a light not unlike Excalibur, but whereas my sword burns with a cool flame, this one has warm electricity. He raises his sword and then slams it tip down into the earth releasing a shockwave that knocks Mab's forces ba

I’d always thought of him as the Captain America of these Avengers, but he obviously saw himself more as Iron Man. On his head he had a helmet. Not like a hat or down to his ears and neck, I mean covering everything. Other than a slit across his eyes, nothing was exposed. He drew his sword out of its scabbard. An arrow hit him on the chest and bounced off. Another hit him on the side of the head, and splintered into pieces. The helmet didn’t even have a scratch on it. “He can keep trying, but it won’t make a difference. First I’m going to kill you, then him.”

The sword was heavy and fast, carrying the weight of the abyss. I didn't back away. I holstered my guns and summoned my own energy. Black aura wrapped around my arms, hardening like armor. "VOLKOV STYLE: IRON FIST!" I punched the sword directly with my bare hand! A metallic sound rang out, sparks flying everywhere! His sword stopped inches from my face! I caught it! Grimm's eyes widened in shock. "Impossible! How can your flesh be harder than my shadow steel?!" "Because I am Alexander Volkov," I said grimly. "And nothing can cut me!"