The Oleander Sword Novels & Stories

The sword emitted a faint hum the moment it appeared, constantly quivering. It was Oliver’s treasured sword—Voidbreaker, named with the intent to shatter even space itself. After infusing vigorous true vitality into the body of the sword, the sword gleamed brightly, so radiant that one could not look straight at it. It even outshone the sun in the sky. The next moment, the sword energy rose in the air with immense momentum, cutting through the sky. Boom! Oliver’s sword struck the array. However, his expression grew even more unpleasant. Although his sword was full of dominance, it only created a few ripples when it hit the protective barrier of the array.

"Yea? It's a lily? What about it?" My answer made him snicker as he turned his head in my direction. "It's not a lily. It's called Elnea. It's a flower tended to by the flora fairies that used to follow Eleanor's orders. The sword was what Eleanor knew how to use the best. Eleanor smells like Elnea." So, the flowery scent I smell on Eleanor is Elnea? "So, it has nothing to do with your glory?"

Just then, a beam of golden light shot down from the sky and shone on Wynonaʼs hand. As the light slowly faded away, the audience could see the object that in her hand was a sword. “Itʼs the Caelandor!” “It’s the sword previously owned by our headmaster.” “It’s hailed as the most powerful weapon in the Verde District.” “Some say the sword might have first belonged to the founder of the Verde Academy. It’s a superb weapon that transcends the Acme Rank.” There was a stir in the crowd as Wynona summoned the Caelandor Sword.

Emotionlessly, he pushed his hands forward, and the ten Soul Swords instantly collided with the ten light blades. All everyone heard was a burst of bang, bang, bang, like cannonballs crashing against each other. An eye-piercing light briefly shrouded the two of them, and in the next second Fane already had his palms together. After the light subsided, a three-foot-long giant Soul Sword shot out in the air toward Oliver. The others might not know it, but he knew that his ten light blades all instantly exploded into a light ball, and were extinguished after coming in contact with the gray-black energy.

Even he felt a sense of dread from those blades. “That sword isn’t bad either,” Lam added. Mane nodded his head at his friend’s words. Both pairs of weapons were exquisite, leaving those who saw them with the desire to grab them for themselves. “Those daggers are called Blood Rose Daggers. They are made from a thirty year old poisonous plant called the Blood Rose and the strongest steel there is, making them the one of the most poisonous weapons on the planet,” Vital Orange was standing right next to them, and heard their short conversation. He didn’t hesitate to give out the origins of the daggers that Black Hand was using. As for the sword, he didn’t know how it was made, but could tell th

Sometimes it was better to let people like Lily exhaust themselves with their own delusions. "I don't care what you've been doing or who you've been fucking," Lily continued, her voice rising with each word. "But you're going to meet the goddess tonight. No night could be more perfect than this." She signaled to one of the men, and he stepped forward, reaching into a leather case at his side. He pulled out a sword. It was long, curved, and wickedly sharp. As he removed it carefully from its sheath, Callie noticed green inscriptions glowing along the side of the blade, pulsing with an unnatural light.

"Come in." Jericho carefully pushed the wooden door open. Under the glow of the oil lamp, a man sat cleaning a long sword. The blade shimmered like flowing water, gleaming under the light. It was the famous sword known throughout the world: Firefly! Alfredo's own blade, and its reputation was only outshone by its master. If Andrew were here, he would probably mutter, "Damn, this man is too handsome for his own good. He's almost catching up to me."

“Sometime this week. Another day or two, I think. Leana is going with him.” Cayd and I walked outside to see the now never-ending line of people trying to pull the sword from the stone. I have to admit, Cayd wasn’t wrong. It looks strangely like the fairy tale sword, Excalibur. Aolis’s sword is a royal sword with an ornate handle that only adds to the image. I’m not sure if it was a lucky placement or if the rock formed around the sword, but the result is definitely something of fairy tales.

She goes back to where Devilio is laying dead on the floor and looks at the sword in her hand; flashbacks of her father’s face, and the day he promised that he would one day give her the sword, all hit her at once. She puts the sword to Devilio’s neck and softly cuts the flesh until she hits bone, The Vanatian sword is not just any other sword; it works on its own and before Kayola knows it, Devilio’s head is off his body and in her hand. She walks out of the cottage and walks back to the battlefield, slowly and majestically. As soon as the soldiers see her from afar, they bow; every one of them. Warinth hits his javelin on the floor, and the soldier beside him does the same, followed by all

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