The Sword Of Summer Novels & Stories

Under the sunlight, it reflected a chilling glow. Chris laughed before he said, "This sword is called the Frozen Star Sword. It's something my grandfather personally crafted and gave me. In all these years, it's gone through thick and thin with me, and I've never lost! The Frozen Star Sword has slain countless geniuses. You should be grateful you're going to be killed by it!" Those words infuriated Blade once again. Chris actually said that he should be grateful. Blade was so furious his hands trembled. He wanted nothing more than to explode right now and drag Chris down with him!

Then, without another second of hesitation, she gripped her long sword in her hand and exploded with a sword chant. In an instant, all that could be seen was a brilliant ray of light that completely enveloped Lumi. It was closely followed by the aura in the atmosphere shifting to condense around Lumi. All at once, the aura within a hundred-meter radius of Lumi rippled like a roaring wave. All that could be seen was Lumi gripping her long sword tightly, suspended in mid-air as her long hair flowed behind her like a warrior goddess. "Swordfall Nineheaven!" The next second, the words left Lumi's lips coldly as she pointed her sword toward the people.

The same knife. The one that had been used to stab Gunnar. My attention fixed on it immediately, and something inside me tightened again. That weapon had done something to Gunnar. It was not just a normal blade and I knew that the moment I saw it. Summer stepped closer and held it out to me. I took it from her slowly, my fingers closing around the handle as I looked at it carefully. “She stabbed my Daddy with this knife,” Summer said. Her voice was firm even though everything around us was not.

The loose strands of hair falling over his forehead hid the emotion in his eyes. A long silence stretched between us. Then, he said with a hoarse voice, “Summer, do you really hate me that much?” “Yes.” I looked at him and raised my right hand. The jagged scar across my palm made him flinch. “John, everything I’ve suffered happened because of you. You destroyed my life. Don’t I have every right to hate you? To despise you?” John looked at my reddened eyes. Without a second thought, he grabbed the fruit knife from the table and drove it hard into the back of his own hand.

His posture alone makes him even more handsome. He stood in front of his zodiac warriors and raised his gold Tizona sword which hilt has a cross-guard with two flat quillons, curved towards the blade. Both the guard and the pommel are openwork, with Gothic-style motifs. The blade is almond-shaped in cross-section, with a shallow central fuller from the tang to the middle part and with a rounded point. His sword was bequeathed to him by King Bartholomeo. It is the mightiest sword in the entire celestial spirit world. King Bartholomeo once used it to separate his kingdom from the Canopus.

Even if they would still respond if the master only used their energy. Rion's sword was named Zephyr. The 'gentle breeze', even though the attack was not anything gentle at all. It was always deadly, but with the minimum wound. This is how Rion could show a little compassion to those who fell as his enemies. A quick, merciful death.

Although they were already good friends by now, Nio was still unpredictable in his actions and it was clear to both of them that he could quickly turn into a cold killer. When the soldiers began to ask questions, Nio briefly replied that his friends were not their concern. But like all soldiers, they thought differently. The situation escalated rapidly. When the first soldier drew his sword, the now familiar black mist formed around Nio. The raw magic surged at the soldier and when it came in contact with his body, it began to destroy him, piece by piece. The soldier screamed, frozen in place, and then it was over. The mist was gone, and where the man had once stood there was nothing left, n

" 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 "

She comically commented. "Well, it's a pretty long story, and a complicated one too." "I'm not one to listen to long stories, especially ones that involve a Nephilim sword and a crested family member from North Angus." Alicia kept wondering what that term meant. Slejj referred to her sword as such, and now Lora was calling it that as well.