Thanos Sword Novels & Stories

Eya, Zeth, Pharaoah, Thorn and Aleksander are stationed by the walls, while the two leaders sit idly on either side of her. Rose uses a small knife to carefully remove the skin from her apple while asking. Thorn "What are you doing here?" She is seated in front of her at the hospital table. Thankfully, despite the neck brace, she seems healthier. I was unaware that we were close enough for you to drop by. He uses his middle finger to reposition his glasses. Pharaoah points his finger at him and says, "Hey, a**hole." "Fu*ck the f*ck off and shut the f*ck up."

it was a golden sword. Tiana looked at her confused and the woman explained, “This sword was forge by the blood of griffin and flame of the phoenix.” Tiana didn’t understand why she was giving her this but she just accepted it. “This sword is the only way to kill the Drektus queen for good, I made it here myself wishing one day someone will come through the gate and here you were…. What say more go, leave now the gate is about to close…” the woman said. She held Tiana’s hand and a bright light enveloped them before it disappeared to Tiana’s chest. The woman let go of Tiana and watch her as she run to the already closing gate.

Moonstone accents adorned his gauntlets, greaves, and chest plate, pulsating with magical energy that resonated. In his hand, he wielded a sword forged from pure moonstone, its blade glowing softly with an inner light. The hilt was embellished with intricate patterns in Phaikón Árgyron resembling celestial constellations, further enhancing its mystical allure. As he brandished the sword, it seemed to hum with power.

I heard a familiar voice as I woke up from sleep and my eyes widened as I saw Thanos. “Leave me alone.” I mumbled as I showed no fear of him, and he laughed. I looked around carefully and noticed he wasn't alone, two of his men were with him. I needed to think fast. “What is the Queen Luna doing here all alone?” “I said leave me alone!” I pushed him away from my face with my leg, and he growled at me, without thinking, he launched towards me, and I picked up a huge wood in the fire I built and mashed him with it.

What kind of favor is that? Sebastian, however, nodded calmly and said, "Thank you, I'll take a sword." The burly man nodded, picked up an iron sword, and handed it to Sebastian. Sebastian took the iron sword offered by the blacksmith and checked the sword's attributes. ​1​: A common iron sword, Strength +3. "Young man, I'm lending you this iron sword for a day. If you can bring me the fangs of ten pairs of Bamboo Leaf Green Snakes within a day, I'll give you an opportunity."

’ everybody assumed impatiently. Tension of the crowd was aroused in alarm, their hearts raced with unwelcoming anticipation. Finally, a figure emerged from the huge waves as a victor, the sword of Eryndor– Eryndor, exhausted but triumphant, his Conch shell still clutched in his hand.

That man is something else… something darker. 'No,' I whispered. My throat tightened. 'Don’t you dare say that.' 'I’m sorry, my child,' he whispered, his voice fading. 'I can't...' 'NO!' I shouted internally. 'You will survive! You will survive, old man! I refuse to let you leave me alone! But Thane didn’t wait. He lifted his sword, the silver edge glinting cruelly in the moonlight. He was going to finish him. Rage swallowed my vision.

Axel said to me, and I gasped. Thane held it, and the crowd watched in anticipation; some even had smiles on their faces. How could they find joy in a thing like this? My question goes unanswered, maybe because I already knew the answer. These people, all of them, lusted after blood and cruelty. None of the men standing there had a chance against Thane; he could have killed them earlier, but he didn’t. Thane lifted the sword with a single hand. I didn’t think he would do it...

"You're hungry for the feeling of power. You want the world to fear the wolf again because you don't know how to be a man." Thorne drew a short-sword from beneath his cloak. It was Ardhan steel—dark, heavy, and etched with the sigil of the pack. "Then show me, Elma. Show me the strength that broke two brothers. Show me why we should listen to a farmer." I didn't reach for the knife. Instead, I reached into the bucket of scrap metal by the gate—the one where I’d tossed the rusted spear-tip weeks ago. My fingers closed around a heavy, iron rod—an old axle-pin from a broken cart.

These people were despicable. “I do not have a sword,” I said coldly. “You really want me to believe that you will actually kill the girl if I gave you a sword? You! Who could barely put up a fight” Thanes’ voice hinted at his suspicion towards me. “It is either she dies or I die.” I glanced at the girl. Her breathing had become shallow and she wasn't whimpering in pain as she was before. “I might as well put her out of her suffering.” Thane motioned one of the nearby guards to toss a sword into the arena. “Go ahead then.”