The Sword Of God Novels & Stories

He sat up with my help, a confused look on his face. "Who are you?" He rasped. "I'm here to tell you what I know about the crescent sword. We don't have much time, so I'm going to be quick" she told him and he frowned. "The crescent sword is the only sword that can get rid of deities like Hera. It earned it's name from both the fact that a beam of the crescent blue moon had taken part in it's creation, and the sword possesses the shape of a crescent. It was last seen in the mountains of the king of the undead"

"Now take this!" With a resounding cry, the Oculus Blade erupted in a burst of divine hues. The 3,000 laws etched upon it absorbed the surrounding power of heaven and earth, coalescing into a golden sword rain that cleaved through the encroaching darkness.

X voice grew coldly. Isreal began laughing hysterically, as he unsheathed a long sword. “It seems as if you do not understand your place. I have you surrounded, surrender and I will spare your life, as Lord Henderson will decide you fate. He will be the god to judge you.” The sword Israel held was definitely finely crafted. The Sword was hand forged as the Damascus pattern resembled a calm river. The hilt was made of bronze and fitted with gold. No matter what quality his sword was, it will still rubbish before X’s translucent blade.

The dark holy sword was coated with spirituality and an outline of a sword could be seen. Three swords— No. Seven swords came out of the void, and they were brimming with eerie spirituality. My body shivered, but I felt nothing. I watch him slowly manifesting his blades. “Be grateful! You are seeing God’s grace!” he laughed. Seven swords were pointed at me, he smirked and said. “May God bless you!” As soon as he finished talking, he lowered his greatsword and pointed it towards me. Soon, all the seven sword came toward my direction. Aiming at my heart, neck, arms, and limbs.

The guard's eyes bulged and he weakly reached round to claw at the prong before the gates of life slowly closed and his body was dragged towards the shadows, a feast for those craving human flesh. The warrior kept hold of the shaft, smirking at the damp sound that followed as the weapon withdrew, sliding over offal. The urge to attack further was almost overwhelming, but unlike his general, he could not disobey the commands of a God. Nor could he take one on alone, it seemed even after his death, he had not learned his limitations. The sword was swelling, the stone cracking to reveal solid steel and a blade lethal enough to slice cleaning through the hardest of material and easily through th

"Son, what a wind carries you in the throne room, in front of these good gentlemen, my faithful and flawed knights, I think that only your love for Catherine of Aragon brings you here, the count and the knight of Suffering came hurriedly from Rome to bring the bubble, are my precious nobles and the most stormy swordsmen, by virtue of the count is connected the defeat of the barbarian gladiator, a Goliath better at the sword than with the spear, fell under the astonished eyes of an entire city!" "Ah! Father! Knight Carlos Ferroni, the best sword defeated so rightly speaking of a messenger?" the Duke of York wakes up with a grin in his apartments with Intendant Garcia, a typical drunken drunka

Together with the countless sword lights, it obeyed Caspian's order to kill the armored demon god! In the blink of an eye, Caspian was as ethereal as a god. The Great Taos exploded, stretching out for tens of millions of kilometers. The swords in the area, regardless of whether their master was Caspian or not, began to ring out. It was as if they were on a pilgrimage to Caspian, paying respects to the God of the Sword, the Lord of the Ten Thousand Swords! "What the hell is this? My Flying Sword magical treasure has a reaction to Caspian!"

the god of chaos said before whispering under his breath and conjuring a cloud. Drago frowned and sighed before raising his hands and sending thousands of lightning bolts over Alister's body. At that moment a heavy sword materialized in my hand, and the god of chaos looked at me. I knew that the sword was his and that he was giving me the proper instrument to slay my mother's murderer. I took a deep breath and descended into the earthen prison I had created, so I thought of the image that had stuck in my retina when I was a little girl just playing hide-and-seek.

On the pavilion floor lay a sword carved with a dragon, and standing on it was the man who had shouted. He stooped slightly, breath ragged; his eyes were bloodshot, bulging as if they might pop from their sockets. Through gritted teeth he thought, 'Xiu Jian is a damned wretch! I can’t even burn his sword!' Indeed, the trembling, furious man was Huang Fu, and the blade beneath his boot was the Sacred Dragon Sword. He had tried to set the sword aflame—yet not only did the flames refuse to take, the fuel he poured seemed to be absorbed and vanished, drying as if swallowed by the metal itself.

I scream, swinging my weapons again in an attempt to connect with his dark flesh. “Not this time Aodh. You will not have her!” Kellen shouts coming in and laying a fast attack on the god. The deathly and ugly god cackles, stepping back from our attacks. To our horror two more arms unfold from under his armor. They too produce swords like magic. “Fuck,” I hear Kellen gasp, “This did not happen before.” The astonished tone of his voice only mirrored my thoughts as I watched the underworld god twist and rotate his swords, advancing toward us.