The Sword Of Damocles Novels & Stories

The sword can only be pulled by a righteous, worthy person and the one destined to rule as king of all supernatural beings. Upon hearing these things, Rio, Dante, Leonard and as well as Prometheus was shocked and confused. “There is a sacred weapon that can kill even a supernatural being? Is this story for real, or just a myth?” Rio asked confusedly. “This is not just a myth young one,” Incur replied. “What you heard is all for real.” He added upon seeing that Rio and the rest of the young men were still confused. “If this is for real, what does it have to do with Augustus? If this can kill him, then why didn’t anyone searched for the sword and used it to destroy the dark one with it?” Dante

“I have to stay here for a while and pretend I’m recuperating, Mom.” She squeezed Zeph’s hand. “Of course, darling.” “Don’t worry, Mrs. Hayes. She won’t combust,” Theia said. Everyone chuckled, including my dad. “Are you gonna tell us what’s the sword all about? Why no one can touch it?” “Like an Excalibur, it’s wielded for me—” “And her mate. It hurts or burns anyone who touches it. It’s a present to him to fight alongside when the time comes,” explained Theia, making me laugh. “Kidding. She’s just possessive of it. It’s given to her by her master.”

Maybe I did underestimate him. "Yes. Yes I do." I replied even if I had no idea what I was holding. I'd already suppressed The Harbinger of Doom, totally. "You're meant to melt to ash. You're holding God's sword. You're holding the power of the entire universe in one hand. I'm sorry I underestimated you, the world is yours. I'll go and never return." Lucifer spoke with reverence in his voice and godly fear. It was then I looked at what I held, a black sword, dripping blood, a symbol of a burning bush as its insignia, the Lion and the Lamb on the other side. The sword itself glowed, and I realized that, I held everything, on one hand.

The sound of a sword clanging was heard as a golden longsword flew from the skies towards his hand. The moment the sword appeared, all the swordsmen on the scene could feel that the weapons on their bodies showed signs of surrender. Moreover, Dorian's ancient sword behind his back also trembled. "Excalibur," Dorian spoke solemnly. Excalibur, the sacred weapon of the realm of Adria. This single weapon would end the lives of ten thousand soldiers once unsheathed. Excalibur had used the earth itself as its chief. Finally, at this moment, it landed in Jason's palm.

Why not just let yourself win? “Yes. It’s the perfect cover. As long as the Masters do not suspect him, he is ideally positioned.” David stepped away from the wall. From his side he drew not, sadly, a pair of rollerskates, but a sword. He held it out, and just stood there. A dark shape jumped down from somewhere above, a weapon held in its hands aimed at Dorma. It fell directly onto David’s waiting sword like it was committing honourable sudoku. There were gasps and shouts from around the room, not least from the guards around Dorma.

Therefore, usually a sword spirit only had one owner and vice versa. "Where is your sword?" Ludriev asked. "Ah, I leave it in my house. I don't need to carry it around in our own home, do I?" "Yes, you do. What if there's an attack? You are too reckless." "Didn't I have the strongest sword master with me right now? Who would have the gut or is foolish enough to attack?" Ludriev used the hilt of her sword to jab him. "Stop that." "Yeah, ok." Rion grimaced in pain and rubbed his side. "But the name Goddess of War really suits you. Honest!"

This disease was caused by the Sword of Damocles. I picked up my phone again and searched for any information about the aforementioned sword online. Once I found a reliable source, I began to read. Legend has it that the famed Sword of Damocles dates back to an ancient moral parable popularized by Roman philosopher Cicero in 45 B.C. Dionysus II, a tyrannical king who once ruled over the Sicilian city of Syracuse during the fourth and fifth centuries B.C. was supremely unhappy. The king’s dissatisfaction came to a head one day after a court flattered named Damocles showered him with compliments and remarked how blissful his life must be.

“Food?” Dr. Jensen was aghast. “Are you familiar with the sword of Damocles?” Evie asked. She had read some books while she stayed at the hospital, and came across some words and expressions. One of them was the ‘sword of Damocles’, an allusion to the imminent and ever-present peril faced by those in positions of power. “Like a huge sword hanging on top of your head?” Dr. Jensen asked to confirm, and Evie nodded.

"However, there is another side of the sword, and it is called the Sword of Destruction. One taste of blood, and the sword would permanently change form and go on a killing spree until no living thing is in its surroundings." He pointed to a longer version of the sword on the next page and frowned. "It sounds like these people don't value peace at all," Dylan said, his voice heavy with frustration. "Don't they know that disturbing things that have been buried for a long time is always a bad idea? Don't they understand the consequences of their actions?" Leonardo shook his head in anger and disbelief. "How could anyone be so careless and thoughtless? It's as if they don't care about the conse

Lazily as if all those worried faces were not directed to him, Nicklaus removed his sword too. But unlike Noah’s deadly sword, Nicklaus sword was just the normal sword. It looked weak compared to Noah’s and just one blow and it will break into pieces. The two sword were world apart and this busted ego and hope in Nephus soldiers.