The Sword Of God Novels & Stories

She warned and placed her finger on the trigger to show she meant it. Nathan smirked and kept his sword there. "I might just do that, I've always wanted everyone to have a piece of my mind." His grip on the sword tightened. My heart jumped and I stared at Ethan. His eyes were fixated on the Riverdalean intensely. I had never seen him look like that before. "Father! Stop! Don't do it! Diane and Nathan put down your sword!" Naomi jumped from her seat. "Bullshit, let there be carnage." Nathan spat.

“How much?” Deacon put his hands up. “Celestial weaponry is not sold, Theo. The weapon is fated to a specific owner and that sword was destined to be yours.” Theo nodded, pretending he understood the meaning of it. Deacon pointed to the scabbard with a holster fit for a dagger in the chest. The moment Theo touched the scabbard, the sword shrunk to its original size. Convenient, he thought, as he sheathed the dagger into the scabbard.

A hush rippled across the nearby warriors, curiosity pulling their attention to the goddess reborn. “Show me your weapon,” Sheila said gently. Jaiyana reached into her bag and pulled free the discus. Its golden surface caught the light, shimmering with an almost liquid fire. Gasps echoed from the edges of the training ground, and even Kaplan paused mid-sparring, his opponent forgotten. Sheila’s smile faded into something reverent. “The Sudarshana Chakra,” she murmured. “The weapon of preservation. Only one who is chosen can carry it without being destroyed.”

Her father continued, “They say the War God is mighty and powerful in a way most people will never understand. No one dares speak when he says no. No one even coughs or breathes wrong in his presence. It’s said he fought bravely in the last war. — In all of this, here is the part you need to hear — he needs you just as much as you need him.” That is the only way your destiny ends differently from your mother's. From your grandmother's." He paused. "Take the position. Climb from there. The higher you go, the closer you get to his world. He is the only one capable of helping you carry what you were born carrying. I don't want to lose you." Elena's jaw tightened. His words had found something r

That was all. “So, what does the Sword of Light mean?” Kailin asked. “I wish I could tell you more, but the only story I heard about it is, it came down from heaven,” Zarah replied. “My guess, it depends on what you believe in heaven, from Divine one, or forged by gods.” “Or an angel. Ren mentioned of Nephilim,” I told her. “Could be, and that sword has many faces. It changes according to the master who wields it. That’s why it still exists for thousands of years,” she added.

“A handcrafted sword made by Hephaestus himself.” “The Greek blacksmith? It can’t be an ordinary sword if it’s somewhere in here.” “It’s not. It’s regarded as the God Killer.” “It says here that it cant be destroyed by the mortal hand. So that would mean only another God can destroy it.” “I don’t think so, look. It depicts fire as its destroying element, but the words ‘mortal hand’ tells me only a particular fire can be used.” “Hellfire.” “That would be correct young man.” Hearing the old, croaked voice, we all spun around and looked to the doorway. Standing there was the head of the council.

" There must be a loophole, there is always one " " There may be one " " What is it ? " Celea asked exited to finally get to hear the answer to the question she always wanted to know " Your father's sword " " Do you mean the one he stabbed my father with ? " Celea asked referring to when the devil had stabbed her father right in front of her at the war " No, there is another one " " So where can I find it ? " " When the sun and moon will meet again, you will know the answer "

Jody said coldly, while carrying his favorite sword that he would usually throw at the person he wanted to kill. Sometimes, Jody preferred to use firearms rather than weapons such as swords that he thought were so very traditional. The range of firearms was of course wider and also saved more energy. It was evident that right now Jody was getting overwhelmed after using his sword nonstop. "Sword? Why don't you bring something more interesting?" Jody gritted his teeth in further offense, "What did you say? You mean this sword I brought is not interesting in your eyes?" "Oh, come on, what's so great about that sword? You can't kill me with it now either," the squad leader taunted.

"Get another! Your sword is going to be used as a symbol for the bones to be crushed from the root of where they came from. Once the ritual is done Aiden, this sword will be used to cut just a Hyde and they will all fall and be crushed to dust. This sword will be used to kill just a Gar and every Gar would be crushed from its roots." "Fine!" I nodded and stuck my sword in the middle of the bones. I told the goddess and she arranged them in a row sticking the bones to the earth and she began some incantations. Some Gars were coming closer and I gasped. "The barrier, you need to cover us with the barrier!" I panicked but she was lost in chanting as this strange fire emanated and glowed so brig