Vajra Sword Novels & Stories

“She’s inside and there is another man!” “Wait here.” Omar replied, helping the she-wolf to rest against the only wall not covered in blood. Omar moved calmly, pulling a hunting knife from his coat pocket. The way the blade winked wickedly in the pale light sent a chill down Chloe’s spine. She decided there and then she had seen enough of weapons and murder today and turned away from the door, gulping in air. Her throat burned and the bitter taste of bile still haunted Chloe’s mouth. Above her the clouds were breaking and golden sunlight was now filtering through, casting long shadows between the trees. It was too beautiful for the gruesome scene.

I feel pain on my left flank, and when I turn, I see a rogue wolf has sunk his teeth into it. A real pain in the ass, am I right? Now is not the time for jokes! I shout. Dakota swipes at the rogue on his flank, catching the rogue’s eye with his claw effectively removing it from its socket. The rogue let go of our flank, blood gushing from his now missing eye. The white tiger in front of us takes a swipe at us, catching Dakota’s side, slicing through fur, skin, and some muscle. We hear Conventina howl in pain, having felt the rogue tiger’s claws as clearly as we felt it since we completed the mate bond. The ground begins to shake, and Coventina’s howls turn into something beautiful…like a son

It was so intense, like they were telling me something, they held a promise. But promise of what? Destruction. A small voice in the back of my mind hummed. Fresh tears escaped me as I started crying. Vengeance. That's what his looks held. Hunger for revenge. I gulped as the severity of the situation dawned on me. The man seemed insane and I had to stay away from him. Or else he might destroy me. And this time, I will be shattered completely.

The sword began to tingle in his grip as Rhychard blocked another swing. He could hear the words the other Warriors were chanting and soon the words began to make sense to him even though he couldn't make them out. He focused on Mephalus, but he repeated the same chant as the others, reaching with everything Kree taught him into the sword. He felt the other Warriors, felt their lifelines. Out of the corner of his eye he saw a tall, thin elf with long blond hair look at him, a smile on his face. Then he nodded at Rhychard and melted into the air, his life force flowing toward Rhychard and entering the sword once again. The blade pulsed with the added energy and Rhychard felt it grow more soli

The brother’s eyes flared with a golden, eerie radiance, so bright it seemed to hollow out his expression, leaving only wrath made visible. His voice rumbled through the fractured air, cold and divine. “You forced my hand, mortal… this next strike will be your end.” He stretched out his palm. Light gathered—first a spark, then a stream, then an overwhelming torrent. In a blink, a broad sword materialised in his grip, forged from blinding white and molten gold. Golden edges shimmered like heated metal meeting sunlight, while the white blade pulsed with interwoven golden runes that looked alive, crawling beneath the surface like veins. The hilt was short—not built for leverage, but for gods wh

The sword emitted a faint hum the moment it appeared, constantly quivering. It was Oliver’s treasured sword—Voidbreaker, named with the intent to shatter even space itself. After infusing vigorous true vitality into the body of the sword, the sword gleamed brightly, so radiant that one could not look straight at it. It even outshone the sun in the sky. The next moment, the sword energy rose in the air with immense momentum, cutting through the sky. Boom! Oliver’s sword struck the array. However, his expression grew even more unpleasant. Although his sword was full of dominance, it only created a few ripples when it hit the protective barrier of the array.