Thunder Sword Novels & Stories

A scream was immediately heard amidst the thunder and lightning. The thunder and lightning all over the sky suddenly enhanced in quality because of that sword. Chase felt calm. He was right about the sword. It was attracted to him because of the Five-Thunder Technique. He now had the Seven Star Dragon Abyss Sword in his left hand and the Evil Slaying Sword in his right. The Evil Slaying Sword transformed into a shadow and rushed straight toward Chuck. Chuck was alarmed to see this while still stuck among the thunder and lightning. Pure might of thunder and lightning buzzed through Chuck’s body as he remained stuck. His entire body was numb from being electrified, and his senses dulled down i

An invincible aura emanated from Thorold and covered the sky above the arena. Covered in an intimidating cloak of electricity, Thorold said coldly, "You should feel honored to die at the hands of my special technique." As he finished his words, Thorold commanded the thunderbolt within the vortex to form dozens of meter-long thunderbolt spears. "Die!" he yelled, commanding the spears to pierce through the air. A cacophony that nearly deafened the onlookers was soon heard, and Severin licked his lips as he watched the impending onslaught of those spears. He wielded his sword, and a burst of swordwill appeared all around him.

"Heh!" Caleb chuckled coolly, a faint golden sheen flashing around his body, with small bolts of lightning sparkling over it. Thunder Phantom! Boom! Accelerating again, he looked just like pure electricity as he flashed up in the air. Whoosh! World Burial Sword, Second Style—Throttle! World Burial Sword, Third Style—Skybreaker! Bzzt! Within a single breath, the other elders' heads were sent flying! "Argh!!!" the last elder cried in panic as he fled.

The sound he made when he chuckled made me blush foolishly in embarrassment. “The man who led you to this state is Devon, who is unfortunately my stepbrother. My name is Sebastian,” He said, and everything came crashing down. I could finally put a name to Mr. red eye's face. So, it turned out that the reason my assaulter and this man looked alike was because they were stepbrothers! “Miguel. Umm…how many hours have I been out?” I asked, twirling my fingers, not daring to meet his gaze.

Moreover, the power of this heavenly thunder was comparable to that of a heavy artillery shell, far surpassing the wooden sword given to him by the British Lord. Overwhelmed with excitement, Mr. Chardon stood by the giant pit, gazing at the intact Thunder Order, murmuring to himself, “The power of this Thunderstrike wood is truly terrifying! With it, even if I encounter opponents stronger than me, I can still hold my ground. It seems I'm incredibly lucky to have come to Aurous Hill this time!”

she exclaimed. “If I'll never guess then there is no point in me guessing is there?” I sighed and placed my laptop bag down at the side. “I had a visit from mother earlier and she wanted to know if we were interested in going to the Thorns charity event next Saturday!” The Thorns are well known for their status and money. 20 years ago, Richard and Lesley Thorn invested in setting up a local apple orchard and cidery and opened Thorn cider. Before long they had expanded across the country. Their brand quickly hit shelves across all supermarkets and stores in the UK. Although their wealth has grown, the family stayed local and chose to run the local site as opposed to moving away. Their childre

The punch swept through the air, scorching the thunderous ocean, swallowing Oscar whole. "Thundersword Slice!" Oscar grabbed at the thunderous ocean, pulling together countless bolts of lightning into a massive silver-white sword. "Break!" He swung the blade, and the punch was slashed apart.

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.

He took a slow step toward me, sword in hand, a mockery of regality in the way he moved. “I gave you life,” he said, voice low. “And now I’ll take it back.” “You didn’t give me anything,” I snapped. “You stole from me. And now you’ve bled my people for your pride.” I didn’t wait. Power surged through me—not rage, not revenge… justice. The kind forged from broken bones and burned bridges. He swung his blade, fast and cruel, but I ducked under it and rammed my hand into his ribs. I didn’t just push with strength—I carved with precision. My claws, half-formed in their shift, sliced through cloth, through skin.

Something fundamental. Power exploded outward from my core. Silver light burst from my body like a detonation, so bright it turned night into day. The rogues yelped and scrambled backward, shielding their eyes. The light burned, even though I couldn't feel it, like standing at the center of a star. "What the hell?" the leader started. The light pulsed again, stronger this time, and I felt the curse weakening. Not breaking, not yet, but cracking. Like ice fracturing under pressure.