The Oleander Sword Novels & Stories

Is that why he saw fit to meet with Warren and dump the load of information on him like that? "What do you suggest I do right now? I can't very well sit and wait here. Olivia's life is in danger and I'll be damned if I allow anything to happen to her again. I already gave her my word," Warren said. He then pulled out his own legendary sword and inspected it under the light of the morning sun. It had a gold glow to it, and Warren could tell that the sword was really of a high quality.

In a flash, the Overlord shattered the mirage that Terra's sword conjured as Caleb thrusted the greatsword into his neck! Then, at the very next instant, Caleb pulled out the Overlord and reached Deniz, raising it high above and swinging it down at Deniz viciously! World Burial Sword—Skybreaker! Boom!!! The explosion of violent energy blew everything apart, including Deniz's saber! Then, the Overlord reached his right shoulder, slicing through him diagonally in half! Shank! The pungent scent of blood and innards wafted throughout the colosseum, and everyone was so silent this time one could hear a pin drop.

Ozul gathered his thoughts and squinted, growling, "As expected from the guy who killed Brayden… Let's go!" The rest of them finally took the matter more seriously, and they all looked at Caspian, taking out their weapons. Liliana's choice of weapon was a pair of seventh-grade crooked hooks, and their surface was shiny. One would wonder how many heads of creatures were cut off by those hooks. Lennon raised his hands, and the heavy arm guards were his best defense and attack tools. On the other hand, Ozul used an eighth-grade curved longsword, and its blade was twisted. Its surface was engraved with ghastly black lines, obviously an inscription.

As long as he survived the upcoming thunder tribulation, the Oculus Blade would be ranked top among all immortal weapons! Severin was incredibly excited by that thought. He took a deep breath, suppressed the joy in his heart, and stared intensely at the figure of the sword embryo floating in front of him. The original crimson Oculus Blade that carried the divine flames and bore the rules of fire had taken on a copper hue, with six golden filament-like lines swirling around it like dragons. It emitted a piercingly cold and terrifying sword intent.

A second followed, and then a crack of splintering wood. The heir drew her sword, planting her boots at the top of the short entry stairs. “They want a fight in the halls? Let them choke on it.” The doors burst inward. The first wave came in low and fast—mercenaries with short axes and round shields, screaming in a language Eolan didn’t know. Behind them, the assassins of the Obsidian Creed moved like shadows within shadows, slipping between the defenders with blades drawn for the kill. Eolan’s shadow lashed out, tripping one mercenary and dragging another into the air before smashing him against a pillar. The heir cut two down in a single sweeping arc, her blade ringing against an assassin’

There was also a golden cover at the center of its handle, and there were some abstract designs embossed on it. Cordelia's spear can shrink into a handy weapon with blue crystal blades on both ends but in different sizes, from where the mainly used one is much longer and visible than the other one. Its handle was made with silver metal with shiny and tiny pieces of crystals sprinkled all over it. Her partner—Helios, got his sword upgraded as well. His weapon could turn into different styles and sizes that he thought would fit into a certain battle.

The air around them seemed to freeze. The Orion officer drew his wolfsbane-coated longsword, emitting a deadly aura. Andhara gripped the hilt of her own sword-the weapon her father had left her-a short sword of pure stone, a symbol of past hope. "For all that you hurt," Andhara murmured, "I will fight." The sky above them flickered, the first flashes of the coming storm. Nathalie opened her eyes with difficulty, seeing Andhara's back standing firmly before her, protecting her.

Next Chapter >> “Hailey, is there anything you’d like to say in your defense?” one of the elders of the delegation urged. I nod my head in negative dumbfounded. “Bring in the sword” A guard steps in holding a long box nesting in its middle a sword the blade polished smoothly, reflecting the moon it is decorated beautifully stoned with blue diamonds gleaming underneath the moon. Jaden picks up the sword with shaking hands using both hands to grip it steady. The night wind wraps around me coldly, the large space strangling me with each forced step he takes, making my heart skip.

It smelled of damp stone, old hay, and solitude. Makil was already there, warming up with a series of fluid stretches that further betrayed his training. He wore similar clothes to yesterday, and two practice longswords were thrust into the ground at the center of the yard. Leigh arrived silently, a shadow detaching from the deeper shadows of the archway. She'd re-braided her hair tightly. She said nothing, simply walked to the center, pulled one sword from the earth, and tested its weight. "No rules," Makil said, pulling the other. "First to yield, or be disarmed."

Andy sneered and said, “Hmph, let me show you the magic weapon of Centile Eden! “Sword River!” After Andy said that, sword shadows appeared all over the sky, and the sword lights just now left countless sword marks in the surrounding. Following the cries of the sword, the space cracked as if being torn apart by the sharp sword lights. Countless sword shadows shot at Philip in an instant, and the energy continuously gathered toward the sword shadows. Philip frowned and said coldly, “Caelum Sword!” At Philip’s command, a black sword with a ferocious-looking dragon's head on the hilt appeared.