The Sword Of Damocles Novels & Stories

I drove my blade straight through his gorget, the steel sinking deep into his throat. He gasped, his eyes bulging as he looked at me. I stepped closer, my face inches from his. "Tell the darkness that the Valerius crown still stands," I whispered. I twisted the blade and pulled it out. The High Lord of Drakos fell backward into the mud, the dark water quickly swirling over his golden armor. He couldn't survive it, my sword was silver coated. I looked around. The valley was a graveyard of broken banners and drowning men. The few survivors were dropping their swords, seeing their leader dead.

It lands next to his. "Kick them away," Kyros commands. Drakon kicks the weapons toward the tree line. Kyros smiles. It’s a tight, satisfied expression. He doesn't extinguish the flare. He holds it steady, a Sword of Damocles made of fire. "Good," Kyros says. "Now. The trade." "Let her go," I say, stepping forward. My hands are empty, raised to show surrender. "You have us. You don't need the girl."

How could this be real? Then the palace doors creaked open. The priest walked in, leaning heavily on his carved staff. His beard was long enough to brush the floor, hair silver and swaying past his waist. “Someone has tampered with the Sacred Sword,” he said, his voice low but heavy, like a bell tolling bad news. The crowd gasped. “Who would dare?” someone shouted. “That’s treason! Who wants to see Arcadia burn?” Nicolas clenched his jaw. Who would be stupid enough to destroy my kingdom under my nose?

Draco side eyed the one who was still standing tall, trying to defy him. He continued speaking to Damian, " This sword just took birth. It's thirsty. It's bcraving for blood. Do the needful my boy. " And he stepped aside as Damian held that heavy sword with quite natural ease and slowly walked towards the defiant one. There was panic in his eyes but he still tried to act though, thinking what could a little one do with such a heavy metal. He shouldn't have had. Those were his last thoughts. He didn't get another chance.

A swordsman suddenly appeared and fought fiercely with the despot. the king then turned into a giant dragon demon, with a very terrible and terrible power. The dragon demon fought by destroying everything nearby into rubble. The battle between the swordsman and the giant demon lasted for three days and three nights with the sky continuing to be black, at the end of their battle. With the remaining strength of the swordsman, the giant demon finally succeeded in being sealed and turned into a sword with a terrible aura.

I asked, “ Why do you looked scared? “That’s Destiny’s katana.” He pointed at the sword while stammering. Wait,what? Why would she leave this sword at my place? And during my time? I thought. “Destiny?” I mumbled. “Yes, she was my queen” he said. “Please take good care of her” he added while looking at the sword. He heaved a sigh and looked at me. What look was that? I thought. He walked towards me, grabs me by the arm and hugged me tightly.

The war raged on, a battle of power and soul, each stroke striking like a crescendo amid the storm. My trembling palm clutched Xavier's sword, a relic of power that pulsed with an energy I didn't understand. The blade became an extension of my will as the Demon leaped at me with murderous intent. The sword clashed with its opponent's blade in a dance of survival, each strike mirroring the ferocious struggle for power.

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!"

Eryndor's Shadowing dagger seemed to dance in the moonlight, its dark blade slicing through the air with a haunting screee-ksss. Each strike landed with a thud-thwack-thoom, sending tremors through the troop's warriors. The troop's hearts raced as the violent zing-ting-zap of clashing daggers filled the field. The savages of warriors, fueled by fury and loyalty, clashed in a frenzy of arms and teeth. The ground grew slick with blood, the earthy smell mingling with the metallic tang of steel. Jack Wolf stood firm, his Moon-whisper spear shining with a soft, ethereal light. He parried Eryndor's strikes with a precision born of desperation, his movements a blur of speed and strength.

" When the sun and moon will meet again, you will know the answer " " Do you mean the eclipse? " "Yes, but be aware that sword is not gonna kill you completely but it will put you in a very deep sleep " " That is even better since I may end up seeing the devil again if I am to die " " So how about the last question? " " The love between mates has nothing to do with the mate bond, no one can interfere with the sacred bond.." He couldn't continue because Celea interrupted him " Blah, blah, blag "