The Oleander Sword Novels & Stories

My fingers are on my chin as I crouched and looked at it. The cover or the sheath was silver with a few pints of gold, I don't understand the engravings etched on it. Because of my curiosity, I held it and released it from its sheath. Unlike other sword, its blade was bluish and silver, the handle was wood in color and the cover was glass. It was not as heavy as it look. I lifted it up and swayed it... Imagining I was a samurai fighting some bad guys. I chuckled.

It was filled with copper, silver and gold royals, all to help supply them while they sought out allies. After Boro said his farewell and accepted the money, he quickly made himself busy checking out the two pack horses. He wanted to give Littume and Lord Jetir space for there farewells. He saw Jetir give his son a firm hug and share a few words with him. Then he saw Lord Jetir unwrap the cloth and from it pulled out an ornate brown and gold scabbard. The scabbard was too thick to belong to a rapier, and too wide to be a katan, the long slightly curved, single edge style sword that Boro himself used. This one was as wide as the width of his palm and had two edges to it. A broadblade, an olde

hot crowds, and again Villa Farnesina caught fire under the amnari of riots, in the blows of the whip, and of the cries of the boyars shouting from the height of their chariots, a handsome young man with a rather courteous, clumsy face. noble enough for his tense smile, and dead for passers-by, he did not force himself to overtake the wardrobe of the great seniors, he wore an emerald green coat not very new, but also without warp on his elbows, with folds, and on his neck hangs a chain gold, where a large cross, like a well-known order, was hung on the fierce chest, clad in gold with four red rubies, which shone in the end of each arm encrusted, meaning the four winds of the world, a blue s

‘What’s wrong with me this time? ‘Yeah right, besides that how that thing pulled me here? Anyway, I need to take it down soon. That devil must be really strong’ ’Okay, I will do this quickly so I can return to Aahva and go home.’ Abelard’s mainstay sword comes out of its scabbard. The scabbard is pitch black without any decoration, the hilt was carved with a unique horizontal engraving shaped like interlocking letters. There is a red jewel between the hilt of the sword and the sword. At the edges of the blade, it is very sharp and bluish silver, while the middle is gold and, when exposed to the moonlight, can emit a sparkling light.

he asked out of curiosity. King Abaddon clenched his hand in anger, and his forehead glistened in sweat. "That f*cking son of King Bartholomeo carries the sword I am terrified of!" "And what is the name of that sword? It must be made to destroy you!" "Tizona sword, and only a warrior who is capable of casting magic can wield such a sword. Besides, he is the rarest warrior with a 13th zodiac sign, Ophiuchus." "I've never heard of that sign!"

There, resting on a raised pedestal of carved obsidian, lay a sword unlike any they had ever seen. It was long and sleek, its blade a deep shade of silver with veins of glowing red coursing through it, as if the weapon itself pulsed with life. Its hilt was wrapped in dark leather, and symbols unknown to them shimmered along its length. The moment they entered, the temperature dropped, and the whispers began again. “Another stands before the blade.” “A choice must be made.” “A price must be paid.” Elior took a step forward, but before he could reach the pedestal, Rael’s hand shot out, grabbing his arm.

I should try it out—I might just take down Diego if I'm lucky. The thought filled Olive with excitement, and she was instantly not as nervous anymore! Olive stared at Diego intently and said, "I told you, Diego. As long as I'm here, you shall not hurt my master. Not one bit!" Then, Olive muttered a chant to herself. She brandished her longsword, raising it into the air. The surrounding atmosphere constricted as an astonishing sword aura burst forth. The aura emitted a brilliant ray brighter than lightning and shot toward Diego in the blink of an eye.

he continued as he sheathed the sword of Achilles, “you said you wanted to help?” “Um . . .” Oliver cleared his throat. “Yes.” “You’re on the fencing team, so surely you can handle a blade, right?” James rummaged in the equipment bag and brought out Roosevelt’s saber. “Try this out.” Oliver caught the sheathed saber as James tossed it over to him. He studied the intricately engraved hilt and then pulled the blade out and sliced it expertly through the air. “Excellent!” Blakeney knit his eyebrows closer in consternation. “Oliver, are you sure you want to do this?”

Madam Nalan sternly ordered Nalan Xingde in a completely commanding manner. A trace of ferocity flashed in the depths of Nalan Xingde's eyes, but he hid it well. He gritted his teeth, and two streaks of sword radiance shot out from his back. They turned into a pair of purple and cyan swords, which fell into his hands. He rushed toward Ding Hao. Even if they were no match for Ding Hao, it would be fine to stall him for a short period of time. What the Nalan family lacked now was time.

Visible for only seconds. Its enormous branches stretched across eternity itself. Its roots wrapped around reality. Its leaves glowed like stars. Beautiful. Ancient. Alive. Then it vanished. But not before Elena noticed something. Something hanging from one of its branches. A sword. Not an ordinary sword. A weapon made entirely from light. Then she remembered. The stories. The weapon capable of killing the horror forever. The one the Guardian had spoken about. Then realization struck her. Immediately. Thomas wasn't fighting to win.