Novel & Cerita The Sworn Sword Audiobook

POINT YOUR SWORD TO ME CHAPTER 23: The Sword's Identity Lixien closed her eyes and felt that her head was throbbing. How can he be so sure about his words? He really means it! But… from seven mountains?! She then grabbed the sword hastily from Leen’s hand and stared at the features of the sword. The sword from the seven mountains. She really needs to thank her husband for this. She trailed the blade of the sword with her fingers and Leen approached her with her worried eyes.

Sebastian hesitated slightly at her words, then gently placed his hands on Lily Moon's slender waist. As their hands touched, he could feel Lily Moon's delicate body trembling ever so slightly. "Senior Sister, this is much better," Sebastian teased. "Well... that's good. I'll start moving. It'll be fast; if you're uncomfortable, just endure it." Hearing this, Sebastian felt a bit awkward; his mind had wandered. He was guilty and wanted to make amends. Without further delay, Lily Moon, with a wave of her jade-like hand, summoned a slender azure sword that swiftly expanded into a broad-bladed giant sword, cutting through the air like a swift goose and heading towards the distant horizon.

Her intense gaze, hardened by countless battles, was tempered by her unwavering loyalty to Somerland. To Elysia's left stood Gareth Swordbane, widely feared and respected as the Sword Demon. He was a tall, imposing figure, his eyes sharp and deadly. Known for wielding a blade with unparalleled mastery, Gareth’s skill in swordsmanship was legendary, his reputation as a ruthless opponent striking fear into the hearts of all who dared challenge him. His sword, an ancient blade etched with runic symbols, was strapped across his back, and his eyes held a piercing focus that spoke of countless battles fought and won.

The priest procured a short sword, glinting under the sun’s rays. Eric halted, staring at the sharp weapon the priest conjured. The nails of his left hand elongated and became sharper while a diamond axe appeared in his other hand. **** “What was that you said about my mother?” Meru asked the Medjay as they exchanged strikes, sword versus spear. “Are you sure you are ready to listen to the story?” Mazoi answered with a question. “Yes!” Meru gritted his teeth. “Well, I shall tell you then.” Then Mazoi attacked him head on.

She dipped her fingers in the water and gently touched my forehead. “May the Moon Goddess bless you with wisdom, strength, and a pure heart,” she whispered. The cool water felt refreshing against my skin. I closed my eyes briefly, silently praying for the strength I would need to rule. Next was the Oath of Protection. Two warriors stepped forward, holding the ancient sword of the pack—an old blade with beautiful carvings that shimmered like stars. The sword was placed gently in my hands. It was heavier than I expected. I gripped it tightly, feeling the weight of responsibility.

I need my sword. Reaching behind my back, I feel the cool, smooth texture of my marking shift beneath my fingers. There’s a brief moment where the ink pulses, almost as if it’s alive, before it solidifies into the hilt of my sword. I draw it out, feeling the familiar weight settle into my hand. The blade hums with energy, a glowing blue that pulses in time with my heartbeat. This sword is mine, a part of me, born of my blood and soul. Athena’s gift, forged from my very essence.

Swoosh! Jay immediately drew his sword and pointed the edge at Caspian. The sword in Jay's hand had lines on its surface, and it looked like a lightning inscription. The sword light was unsheathed, and it quickly made everyone present feel pressured as if a thick black cloud pressed the top of their head, and there was a constant sound of muffled thunder.

She slowly extended a hand and gripped the sword on her back. Once again, she drew her sword. Instantly, a chill ran through the air. Isolde held the sword in her right hand, in front of her chest. Then, she used her left index and middle finger to gently stroke the blade. Her movements were tender, as though caressing a lover. "Its name is Swanflight. It is 33 inches long and 1 inch wide. It was forged by the first leader of the Lunaria Order, and it has been passed down for over 500 years. It is known as one of the three divine weapons of Daneast."

"So... this means you will now help me unshield the sword? The final step? So I can take my title when we return to Dance?" "Of course," the assistant said, bowing with exaggerated respect. "A promise is a promise." The old man nodded eagerly, lifting the sword. He followed every instruction, every chant the assistant murmured softly. His hands trembled with excitement. He knew nothing-nothing-of what the assistant had just heard. Nothing of what fate had already rewritten. When the last word of the chant left his lips... the shield shattered with a soft metallic hum. "There," the Wiseman whispered. "It's done. I-"

26 – SHE IS OUR WEAPON Prince Darlon Sweeney When she whispered that we were under attack and Meridian stepped in front of me, shielding me, I couldn’t just stand there like I usually do—I acted. I drew my sword and began moving, striking down my enemies until they were eliminated, and the soldiers began clearing away their bodies.