Thanos Sword Novels & Stories

So Silas pulled his dagger quickly and held it to the throat of this hooded person. “Any funny moves and you will get to the afterlife in a blink of an eye. I may not be a physician but I know that a shift in my blade will slice through a delicate nerve in your throat and even the most skilled healer will barely keep you alive in seconds” Silas threatened. A familiar chuckle from the figure made Silas startle in shock. He didn’t expect to hear his voice ever again; or not as soon as he was hearing it now. “Who are you?” Silas had already let go of him but he still had his dagger pointed at him.

Vulcan’s stance grew hard. “So these weapons will give Poseidon’s creatures a fighting chance?” His smile widened. “It felt good to wield yet again.” Pulling a sword from behind his back, he held it with both hands, one on the blade and one on the handle. “This is for you,” Vulcan then whispered. “This will pull your powers into one single blow.”

I need my sword. Reaching behind my back, I feel the cool, smooth texture of my marking shift beneath my fingers. There’s a brief moment where the ink pulses, almost as if it’s alive, before it solidifies into the hilt of my sword. I draw it out, feeling the familiar weight settle into my hand. The blade hums with energy, a glowing blue that pulses in time with my heartbeat. This sword is mine, a part of me, born of my blood and soul. Athena’s gift, forged from my very essence.

He is gone and this fight with the moon goddess escalated and ruined the tranquility of everyone. They won’t let me go so we are close to each other when we saw Thorne running out of the dark and carrying in his hands. He took his time to breath, his hands on his knees while he breath heavily. My eyes landed on what sort of sword that he’s holding. “ What’s that?” I asked, not knowing why would he risk everyone just for that silver sword in his hands. Thorne pull it up and gave it to Alpha Antonio. He then looked at me and pull me to his body, crashing mine into his hard chest.

A slight wave of melancholy overcame me as I thought about my mate and how much I missed her. “Don’t you like the wine?” Thane asked, his expression turning hard once again. A reticent smile played on my lips. “The wine is excellent, but I believe it's time I headed home.” Silence settled in the room as Thane lifted his goblet and gently struck it with a spoon. Thane stood from his seat and beckoned at one of his finest warriors who approached with a sword. Thane reached for the sword and unsheathed it. The blade caught the light as he held it out for all to see.

The blade gleamed with a brilliant silver light, its edge shimmering with a promise of sharpness. The blood sword! I exclaimed internally, astonished by the fact that I had successfully conjured the legendary weapon known to be wielded by a valiant warrior from Cairos—a neighboring nation to Springgan. Apollo had shared stories about it, expressing his dream to create such a weapon one day. Empowered by the gauntlet, I held the blood sword with ease. The blade's edge gleamed, a testament to its lethal potential. Just as the icy shield surrounding me shattered, the dominus seized the opportunity to consume me. Its jaws opened wide as it lunged towards me. Reacting swiftly, I positioned the sw

Boro launched himself up onto his feet, his sword whipping around to catch two of the bandits' throats. They fell to the ground, one letting out a choaking sound, the other grabbing his sliced throat as if trying to hold it together with just his hands. They would both be dead in seconds.

Thanatos said and Grey pulled out the sword goin into the door with the weapon in the air ready to attack. "There is no need for a battle Odyssey, you know what I want and the rewards that comes with!" Thanatos said with the tip of the dagger in facing himself but still ready for anything. "I know, that is why I want to stand with you not against you!" He said, his hands forming a spinning clog of smoke that dropped a girl tied in leather ropes. A gag muffled the whimpers and screams. "A virgin vessels for the goddess!" He said holding on to her dark braided hair like a leash..

The air in the clearing didn't just grow cold; it solidified, becoming sharp and brittle. In one fluid, lightning-fast motion, Kael’s sword was in his hand, the polished steel gleaming with the dying orange light of the sunset. The point was leveled directly at Thane, a stark, unambiguous threat.

With a serious look on his face, he quickly took out his black long sword and slashed at the tornado of bladed energy coming at Zephyr Khan. "Extreme Universal Slash!"