Thunder Sword Novels & Stories

With a crackling sound, a dark red lightning bolt coiled up along the blade of his greatsword. The moment this dark red lightning appeared, Guillermo could not help but feel his heart jump with alarm. It was the ancestral power of the Highland Tribe, the legacy of Arcturus the Unbroken, Primordial Thunder! Andrew held his sword upright, pointing it directly at Guillermo's face as he narrowed his eyes. Then, the red lightning on his blade suddenly shot straight into the sky. Half of Chetvine's night sky suddenly turned red. It was an unnatural red, closer to a dark burgundy, almost like blood.

she said, putting the plate down and putting her hands on her hips. “I want to see her” I said, sounding like a broken record. “Hailstorm” Lacy sighed, “She’s… she’s not her. Her name is Rayden” “Maybe she just forgot her name or something, she was two for goodness sake when she ran off” “Rayden isn’t a common name someone just picks up Hailstorm. She can’t be her” “Can’t I just…” “We’re not going to convince you of anything else are we?”

The problem of the dragon's blood overheating his body into combustion had been greatly reduced as well, giving Wilbur a lot more time to deal with it. After thinking for a little more, Wilbur picked up the thin sword. It had the attribute of being indestructible, which meant that it could withstand any sort of pressure and could also destroy anything. In comparison to the thunder cleaver, however, the thin sword was a lot lighter than what Wilbur was used to. Well, there was nothing he could do about that. After giving it some thought, Wilbur sat down cross-legged. He had the thin sword float in the air before him, channeling his thunder energy to strike the thin sword.

Minos slipped Rei's dagger in his belt and reached for his longsword, pulling it out of its sheath, noise and all. "I ain't gonna tell you shit." "I know where she is," pleaded the injured drow. "Shut up, fool!" answered the tall one. "Or I'll gut you myself." The tall drow reached for the handle of his sword on his back. "Op op," Minos warned, "careful, or it's your friend's neck." The tall drow pressed his hand on the hilt and slowly pulled it out of its sheath, defiantly ignoring Minos' threat.

After reassuring Jackson, he turned to Delainey and said, “Let’s go.” “Okay.” Delainey kept her head low as she followed behind James. The two walked out of the reception hall. “Delainey, the sword…” She turned around, and a sword hurtled toward her. Delainey caught the sword and unsheathed it. It was a broken sword. The sword was transparent, its blade was crystal clear like ice, and it exuded a white mist. James looked at the sword and immediately recognized it as the Mount Thunder Sect’s Divine Sword, the Frost Sword that had been shattered by Celestial Sect’s leader.

Exactly as seen earlier in the castle. The sword. “What does that one do?” I asked, pointing to it. “It drinks blood. For anyone it kills, their blood is stored in the blade. You would try to always have a clothing between you and the hilt” That did not sound more beneficial than fairy dust. “So how useful would it be to protect me?” With only a smile, “very” Time to close the deal. “I have one silver coin” playing with the coins against my fingers. “Make it three and we have a deal”

The story of the battle of the king who turned into a dragon demon against a swordsman, was immortalized by people into a legend and a story that continues to be told to their children and grandchildren. Two hundred years later... in the middle of the village which was completely covered by snow, a young man ran in a hurry while carrying a plastic bag in his right hand. His name was Chyou Chen, that man had a title that was very famous in every continent. he was dubbed as the lightning foot. His speed when running, was able to rival a swordsman at the Bone Forging level. That morning, he was chased by dozens of warriors, while walking leisurely in the middle of the city.