Thanos Sword Novels & Stories

My fingers are on my chin as I crouched and looked at it. The cover or the sheath was silver with a few pints of gold, I don't understand the engravings etched on it. Because of my curiosity, I held it and released it from its sheath. Unlike other sword, its blade was bluish and silver, the handle was wood in color and the cover was glass. It was not as heavy as it look. I lifted it up and swayed it... Imagining I was a samurai fighting some bad guys. I chuckled.

"Heh!" Caleb chuckled coolly, a faint golden sheen flashing around his body, with small bolts of lightning sparkling over it. Thunder Phantom! Boom! Accelerating again, he looked just like pure electricity as he flashed up in the air. Whoosh! World Burial Sword, Second Style—Throttle! World Burial Sword, Third Style—Skybreaker! Bzzt! Within a single breath, the other elders' heads were sent flying! "Argh!!!" the last elder cried in panic as he fled.

“How much?” Deacon put his hands up. “Celestial weaponry is not sold, Theo. The weapon is fated to a specific owner and that sword was destined to be yours.” Theo nodded, pretending he understood the meaning of it. Deacon pointed to the scabbard with a holster fit for a dagger in the chest. The moment Theo touched the scabbard, the sword shrunk to its original size. Convenient, he thought, as he sheathed the dagger into the scabbard.

Aurora clenched her hands in her lap. The Elder raised his chin. “And the first of them could be none other.” Pause. Our best warrior. “The heir to steel. The champion of Tron. Thales.” The hall exploded. Shouts. Whistles. Laughter. Women shouting names. Others blowing kisses into the air. A group of young men shouted obscene offers. One of them raised her glass and yelled: “Just one night, Thales! I'll give it back!” Thales closed his eyes for a second. Then he opened them and stood up calmly. Arms firm. Chest exposed under his open cloak. The symbol of Tron gleaming on his metal necklace.

He carried two curved blades that hummed with a strange, damp energy. "This is Thorne," Fenris said. "He is an Eclipse-Stalker. His blades are forged from the same silver that Jackson used to poison the exiles. They are designed to drink the light of the sun". The circle was drawn in the center of the square—a ring of salt and cold iron. I stepped into it, the ground beneath my feet feeling like the cobblestones of my rejection once again. But I was not that girl anymore.

Throes of Love “You know Peter will try and make you regret everything you said to him tonight,” Alfonso said to Chanel as he ran his fingers through her hair. He suddenly thought back to the inaudible threat Peter was sending his way. The war was inevitable. If he didn’t up and marry Tatiana, it wasn’t going to go down nicely with the two families.

Father Reth squinted and said, "As expected of the Frost Crystal Divine Sword. It works seamlessly with the Divine Waltz Tree. Very well, let me experience its might!" What!? Adrian was in shock. Father Reth actually recognized the Frost Crystal Divine Sword. This divine sword was an ancient relic left by Thor. Such ancient secrets were probably unknown to the world.

They represent Miguel's legacy, a legacy now entrusted to Zelda to wield against the very forces that took Miguel's life. Gripping the sword's hilt, Zelda feels a surge of power coursing through her veins. She envisions herself standing against Sasha, her movements fluid and precise, empowered by the weapon's inherent ability to strike at the vulnerabilities of a werewolf. The daggers, slender and lethal, become an extension of her arm, promising both defense and retribution. Thorne's gaze lingers on Zelda, a mixture of concern and admiration evident in his eyes. He knows the weight she carries, the burden of wielding such potent instruments against a formidable adversary. But he also recogn

The realisation that Andrew was willing to stake his own life to aid in rescuing Tommy's family fostered a profound sense of gratitude. Both figures, swathed in white snow tunics and overcoat stealth uniforms, blended seamlessly with their wintry surroundings. Armed with the distinctive weaponry of warriors, Tommy brandished compact yet devastating javelins, while Diana wielded a multi-bladed sword capable of not merely cutting but also splicing, dicing, and shredding with lethal finesse.

His crimson eyes glowed with a sick, triumphant light, entirely unbothered by the silver sword I had just driven completely through his heart. ​He squeezed. My airway crushed shut instantly. My vision dotted with black stars, the edges of the room blurring, but I absolutely refused to let go of the hilt of my sword. I twisted it harder, digging the silver deeper into his corrupted flesh, determined to sever his spine. ​CRACK. ​A blur of pristine white steel shot past my peripheral vision. General Vesh’s heavy, armored boot slammed into the side of Thorne's knee. The joint shattered backward with a sickening, wet snap.