The Oleander Sword Novels & Stories

I look to Lance who is mind-linking before her presence is felt before she has even entered the marquee. She enters at the back, for a grander entrance. Lorrel likes smoke and lights, she was an artist. In her hands was a large silver sword with the royal emblem of a crown on top of an S, the same as my mark. She walks through the alphas and lunas earning gasps from the powerful aura she was emitting out. She places the sword on the table in front of us, before walking and standing next to me. On closer inspection I could see the sword was most likely silver. As well as the royal emblem, it had a large black jewel surrounded by small red ruby gems.

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."

Kayola nods her head and says, “Thanks, Papa. I promise never to let you down” “Sweetheart, I know you won’t. However, there are three things I have not made known to you. The first is that my sword is not just an ordinary sword, and as you already observed, it is very different from the swords of the other soldiers, although we have designed it in such a way that it looks very similar to other swords, so that only the true Alpha blood will recognize it as the true Vanatian sword. This is the only sword that can kill me, and you will have it once I retire. Therefore, you must guard it with your life. Do you understand me?”

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