Trollhunters Swords Novels & Stories

It was a moment that had been building for years, the clash between oppressor and liberator. Without hesitation, the battle began, swords clashing, magic crackling in the air. King Crowell's forces fought with a fervor that came from defending their ruler, but Cain's rebels fought with the desperation of those who had nothing left to lose. Cain's skill with his sword was unmatched, his strikes precise and deadly. He cut through King Crowell's guards one by one, drawing nearer to his nemesis with each swing. The battle raged on around them, but for Cain and King Crowell, the world had narrowed to a duel between two men.

Anthony pulled his sword from it's sheathe assuming a battle stance. His spirit was absolutely dripping with so much blood lust it was radiating from him it was damn close to visible to the human eye wrapping around him like a translucent armor. His eyes burning up with rage. Christopher drew Hate and Retribution preparing for the fight to come He couldn't tell how strong Anthony would be, but one thing was for certain by his stance, at the very least he was a talented swordsman. Though unless the old man had gone mad with grief, even with men surrounding Havoc, he wouldn't be standing in front of him alone unless he was confident in his odds to live long enough to put some distance or even

The crowd could feel that the heat and cold had collided while looking at the swords on the stage. “Let me introduce to you the Blaze Wild Sword and the Deadly Glaze Sword. Blaze Wild Sword is a must be suggested for the people who had fire attributes and were accustomed to fire. The Deadly Glaze Sword is for the people who had Ice attributes. These swords are made by a Grade 5 Novice Armament Master.” Lark Oz said while showing them the swords that Luna had made.

The old vampire smiled and nodded. "We have much to discuss young one but first let me give you the true sword that ended your family," Marcos said as he turned the hilt out for Lucian. "It is the Torrent sword. The only weapon that steals souls immediately and traps them within. Your parents' souls are locked within its steel," Marcos said sullenly and Lucian held up the sword with a frown. Marcos, seeing the black rapier I was still holding, nodded. "You still have the other, impressive," Marcos grinned.

They had what one could call craftsmanship. One source of that had been unexpected. When the Alva’himar had somehow managed to get the Trolls to join their cause, a number of them had displayed surprising skills in metallurgy. Gerth had always considered them slow of wit, but there was no denying that several of them had those particular skills in abundance. They had helped craft the many molds that now filled with molten metal, forming the blades that would arm his forces. Longer and more refined than typical Goblin swords, they would be a better match for the swords of the Grenyaar. Khortaal, wasn’t that what they called them? Yes. Well, the Goblin blades could be named as well. He would c

He waved, and several sword rays swept across the area. The Scarlet Harbinger intended to destroy Adrian in one move, but now, his heart sank. Another sword had appeared before Adrian. It was the Frost Crystal Divine Sword! With both the Monster Slayer Blade and the Frost Crystal Divine Sword, Adrian attacked. "How…” The Scarlet Harbinger was astonished, his eyes filled with undisguised anger. The others present were also shocked. However, compared to the Scarlet Harbinger, they had the advantage that Adrian would not turn his swords on them. After all, they were his teammates.

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.

Disappointed by the lack of discovery, he turned to depart, eager to explore the next location on his list. Suddenly, a buzzing sound emanated from the stone wall, seemingly produced by a sword, piquing his curiosity. Was a valuable sword hidden on the other side? Determined to uncover its secrets, Alexander unleashed a powerful strike. However, the barrier proved formidable. Reaching for his Alexa Sword, Alexander infused it with energy and intent, enveloping its form. The blade swung down, cleaving through the stone barrier. As the debris settled, a sword emerged from the revealed depths. To his disappointment, the sword appeared unremarkable, resembling an ordinary kitchen knife. The swor

Tinkle! Tinkle! The long sword sprinkled silver light, blocking the chasing figure. A series of sounds of metal colliding was heard as if a storm were hitting banana leaves. "Ah..." With painful howls, black liquid was spilled, and the pursuer retreated. He roared furiously like a wounded beast.

Hey, Gramps! Look, I met a state guard today, shes just like Lora!" Lisa yanked Slejj's hand as she pulled him closer to Alicia, and he continued to giggle. Lisa let out a cute high-pitched laugh. Slejj felt a rush of icy wind slap his neck as he raised his head. He fixed his vision for a clearer view, and when he glanced down, he saw the sword's silver blade inches from his trachea, begging to be impaled. Alicia had eventually broken out from her trance and drawn her sword.