The Sword Of God นิยาย & เรื่องราว

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

For a short while each morning, the citadel felt almost peaceful. Adrian stepped into the open courtyard with his sword resting against his shoulder. The stone beneath his boots was cold, still damp with the night’s lingering frost. Thin mist curled along the edges of the training grounds, giving the towering walls a ghostlike appearance. He set the sword down carefully in the center of the courtyard. The weapon was enormous—nearly as tall as his shoulder and heavy enough that most soldiers struggled to lift it with both hands. Adrian lifted it easily. The familiar weight settled into his grip like an old companion.

Tristan Mercer is the commander—otherwise known as the Alpha—of Drovenia's premier special forces unit, codenamed the Fenrir unit. After retiring from the army, he goes undercover into civilian life to repay the debt he owes Claire Grayson for saving his life. He hides his past and marries into the Grayson family as a live-in son-in-law, becoming Claire's househusband. For five long years, even though Claire is sharp-tongued and cruel, Tristan swallows his pride and cooks and cleans without complaint. He tells himself he's doing this to repay Claire. Then their daughter, Ruby Grayson, suffers a sudden heart attack. While the doctors try and fail to save her, Claire is off taking care of h

They were gods — slightly disappointed gods — and they were bound to be able to do some crazy shit. Then again, they’d already been outsmarted by Peter once. Gods or not, they weren’t infallible. I looked at the sword in my hand. But how would cutting their vines help? “If I use this sword, will it free you?” I asked. “It cannot separate that which is whole,” said the Golden God. “You don’t want me to cut anything off, then?” I felt I had to ask. “We’d rather you didn’t. Use it on the door.”

The psychopathic lord concealed his handcrafted katana as he removed it from the sheath within his leather jacket, carefully positioning it at his side. He smiled manically when Michael prevented the girl from retreating, the fascinating blue aura that pulsed across her chest slowly receding; as though it knew the damage it had caused. Darkous slowly lifted the magnificent sword, ensuring that his niece would remain unknowing of its existence until it was too late. Snarling in a manner that resembled that of an animal, the psychopathic lord brutally slammed the handle of his katana into the side of her head; a sickening crack stretching throughout the hall. Perhaps I used more force that was

This was mine, I needed to give those who had been hurt the justice that they deserved. My hand gripped the hilt of the Sword of War, a blade forged for a chosen warrior like me, imbued with the power to destroy the one who had taken so much from me. I could feel its weight, not just in my hand but in my soul. The sword was a link to the Moon Goddess, to the very power that had brought me back here to do what had to be done. The prophecy had always been clear: only I could end this. And now, standing in the heart of the palace that had once been my home, I had come to fulfill that purpose.

"Yes, he said our mission now is not to kill Darkesta but to kill his soldiers, especially the highest general." "And did he mention to you how you could kill it?" "Yes. We have a plan. He showed me something, a sword that he made. He considers it as blessed by the Goddess and he believes that sword could kill the highest general." "It could, yeah, I heard about that sword. But he cannot kill the general alone. He cannot deny the fact that he needs your special skills. With that, I want you to possess another knowledge that could help you in your mission." "What is that?" I glanced at his wolf, his was definitely bigger than mine.

The Fire God León de Fuego stood firmly in front of Palomas Blancas, shouting: "This has nothing to do with her, no need to harm her!" The God of Metal Dragón de Hierro did not give him any dignity at all, pulled out his special metal sword, expressionless, saying: “Don't speak useless words to me, I act on the orders of the Lord of the Gods, if you don't go out, don't blame me." He had long heard of the special metal sword in the hand of the Metal God Dragón de Hierro that could cut demons, slay demons, slay the gods, he never thought there would be one chance to encounter this weapon.

Odell who is one to be easily tempered, which the humans describe to have the quick temper of a human remains the God of war, as when it comes to fighting of demons, Odell is at the front line. Layland on the other hand is the God of illusions and compel, while Barak is the God of the four elements, and Darius, being the God of the underworld. Aside all that, it is known for each of the Gods to be blessed with strength, speed, and hyper senses. "And who says this is a joke, less at all useless?" Alec replies them. "Now if any of you can't answer the question, I will," Alec stares at them all.

His seductive tone was completely disarming. "Enough of that. What happens if someone gets ahold of this sword that is an enemy?" Aries asked as he looked at it funny. Everyone looked at me for an answer. The attention after I just acted crazy wasn't what I needed or wanted right now. "Umm only a God of war or control with the ultimate power can use it. Also if someone touched it that was an enemy all King Alexander or I would have to do is will the sword away and it will come even if it's hidden. See." I explained as I called the sword back to me.