The Oleander Sword Novels & Stories

And for reasons Elena could not explain— she suddenly knew exactly what to do. Her body moved before thought could stop it. She shoved herself abruptly from Roberto’s lap. “Elena—” A burst of golden light exploded around her hand. Everyone recoiled instantly. Even Roberto. The light twisted violently through the air before shaping itself slowly into a weapon. A sword. Long. Elegant. Entirely gold. Ancient symbols glowed along the blade while golden flames curled around the edges like living fire. The entire bathroom illuminated brilliantly. The maids screamed. Luca reached immediately for his gun.

Jasper returned from the bleacher area carrying two long pure silver swords with dark purple handles. “Ah, my babies…I haven’t seen you in weeks!” Elleanna said as her eyes lit up in excitement upon seeing the swords. “Ok..your mate is so awesome!” Dylan said as he watched her expertly pick up the swords without touching the blades. Elleanna returned to the center of the track with her swords. Romero smiled and watched her as she used the music to time her attacks on the dummies. A slight breeze filled the air and she stopped swinging her swords at the dummies.

Her intense gaze, hardened by countless battles, was tempered by her unwavering loyalty to Somerland. To Elysia's left stood Gareth Swordbane, widely feared and respected as the Sword Demon. He was a tall, imposing figure, his eyes sharp and deadly. Known for wielding a blade with unparalleled mastery, Gareth’s skill in swordsmanship was legendary, his reputation as a ruthless opponent striking fear into the hearts of all who dared challenge him. His sword, an ancient blade etched with runic symbols, was strapped across his back, and his eyes held a piercing focus that spoke of countless battles fought and won.

It was a swords blade that manifest itself into a flower, which will only cut what the owner of it wants, but as soft as flower to everyone who’s not the targets. “I supposed, a country that in Aeternum standards…the king is never simple…”. (Duchess Kolarova Qonn) She said with a smile as she looked at the President of Aeternum. “Die..….”. As I said it and swung my swords downwards, which producing a loud vibrating metal sounds, 10 large sword which look identical to the sword of Power which I held in my hand form out of a countless cherry petals that were gather together instantly. With my downwards slash, the large swords also plunged down instantly which a speed that were so fa

Underworld Persephone's POV "This is your arena little rose, everything here belongs to you. I belong to you. This day onwards I won't let any of those depressing thoughts enter your pretty head." I sighed with content, his voice was remedy to my scars and anchor to my mind wavering like high tides. His legendary obsidian sword shone through the grey leather robe, a tourmaline stone shining at it's bottom. That sword was victorious, absolute and lethal, just like it's name- Zerion.

The elder's face began to be seen clearly due to the moonlight that entered through the roof in the Hall, he began to approach the two slowly. His wrinkled face was so cynical looking at the two. "From now on! you will die," the old swordsman began to attack the two very quickly, with one breath Khalid almost slashed his throat. But someone blocked the attack, after exchanging thousands of moves. They had already destroyed everything in the Sect Hall. they switched places, after Khalid and Chyou Chen cornered the two until they broke the walls of the Hall. The old swordsman and the young swordsman who helped him were flung far out of the Sect Hall.

- They nodded. "Good! Then I'll tell you a bit more about them." - He smiled at them, but unknown for everyone he was analyzing them quite meticulously. "There are 4 'Holy Swords' that were created by my father. Among them Caliburn is with Arthur Pendragon, a sword so powerful it's capable of breaking space, due to that same trait its the sharpest, and strongest." - He started to explain. "Durandal, is a sword that is the embodiment of power and destruction. It's said that the sword at its max is capable of cutting any defense. The current wielder is Xenovia." - At the mention of that name, everyone was surprised.

“Go. And I swear, once this is over, you will not live to see the light of day.” And just as she was talking, I noticed something very familiar at Lucas’s side. It was a sheath made of dark leather, adorned with silver rounds. It protected the sword, concealing it through nature and binding its power. I recognized it—the same as the one in Olga’s box that she had been preparing for years. The same one I was supposed to use to stab Alec to death. So she gave it to Lucas. And he used it. I rushed forward, but Lucas already saw me coming. He knew what I was after and pushed me.

It had a shiny green snake wrapped around the handle, with a big hole in the middle. “Behold, the Oro sword.” He picked up the sword and held it out to her. “I wanted to give you something and I couldn’t think of anything, then I remembered how you were obsessing over this silly sword.” “It is beautiful.” Chanda said in awe. “Exactly,” Velkan scowled. “It is just a pretty golden sword, but since you wanted it so badly, I had to search through a bunch of my brother's old stuff just to find it.”

“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.