Vajra Sword Novels & Stories

A bright network of illuminating embers danced through the blade of the sword like a crack of lightning. Alicia was taken aback. Daito launched the sword through the opening with immense force, like a javelin. The sword zipped through the hole with an unimaginable speed. The vurhan squeezed out one last shriek before falling to the ground lifeless. Slejj draped his arms in exhaustion, dissolving the shield, revealing the vurhan before them with half of its head missing. The sword managed to saver half its head off with sheer force. It pierced through several trees that were unfortunate enough to be standing behind the vurhan. The faint glow of the sword could be seen into the darkness, stuck

He no longer knew right from wrong, and worst of all, his one bite could make another just as mad as him. “Beasty, I would like that weapon now.” Sure, my precious master. Just channel me through your magic. I did as I was told and channelled Ambisose through my magic. A sword appeared in my mindscape—a deadly beauty in sight. Three feet long, basket-hilted with sapphires and emeralds on its hilt, a schiavona sword with sharp double-edged blades which had the deadly aura, but somehow it felt safe to me. I reached out to hold its hilt. A flash filled my mindscape, and everything went white as soon as I held the sword in my hand. I didn't even realise that I had completely shifted into my mind

People watched in a kind of stupefaction as crimson drops rolled down from the silver surface of the sword. This time the prince did not stay where he was, he stepped forward to meet them. His movements were like an outlandish dance, as outlandish as his weapons. People don't move like that - doomed, indifferent, deadly true. Step forward, the touch of a blade on someone else's blade. The Vistol sword glides, incredibly quickly repels the blow of a heavy two-handed weapon and does not stop, it flies towards the enemy’s body. It seemed that the guy just stepped past the Dietrovian, but he wheezed, pressed his hand to his stomach and fell to the ground. The silver sword drew a circle, took two

“Do any of you know what kind of things your gods possessed?” Li held his glaive. “Mine used this, the Green Dragon Crescent Moon Blade.” “Too long,” Katie renamed, “we’ll call it Green Dragon.” The Shaolin shrugged to go along with it. His glaive had a green haft and eastern dragon motif to bear its shortened name. It was Wilt’s turn. He produced a sword out of his palm and handed it to Raja. “It’s non-magical, but it’s a fine blade,” Raja said upon examining it. “They say sword braves are also good at wielding it.”

The sword is 25 inches long and the thickness, is about 3 millimetres thick. While they were looking at this, the scroll appeared before Vic's eye. < The Dragon sword of the Vakhorah Leader has been blooded. You are now entitled to use the dragon sword without the unlocking using a rare Gem > Vic went forward as he reached out for the sword. It was attracting him more, and more closer like they were bonded to each other. And finally, Vic grab hold of the sword and a bright red light shown all over the forest into the sky.

"The weapons of the Four Great Vajrapanis are said to be impenetrable to fire and water, and can't be cut by knives, right?" "What do you know? All things counteract and restrain each other. If the wooden sword can cut off his long whip, what's impossible about it?" Yang Xiao did not even look at him. Then, he swung the wooden sword and the Dragon's Wrath Sword went straight at the Vajra hammer. Without the help of his teammates, the man in the golden armor almost lost his grip on the Vajra pestle. His internal strength was shaken, and he spat out a mouthful of blood.

My fingers are on my chin as I crouched and looked at it. The cover or the sheath was silver with a few pints of gold, I don't understand the engravings etched on it. Because of my curiosity, I held it and released it from its sheath. Unlike other sword, its blade was bluish and silver, the handle was wood in color and the cover was glass. It was not as heavy as it look. I lifted it up and swayed it... Imagining I was a samurai fighting some bad guys. I chuckled.

The flames snuffed out, leaving only the faint glow of the reborn sword resting atop the anvil. Veyra reached for it, her hands trembling. The moment her fingers brushed the hilt, a jolt shot through her—a surge of warmth, rage, and fierce purity so intense it stole her breath. The blade hummed softly, vibrating in her grasp, as if eager to be unleashed. It gleamed in the torchlight: a weapon of blood, of storm, and of a soul that refused to fade. The mystical sword was born. The others stepped closer, silent witnesses to the miracle.

The sword was currently his friend, and he wouldn't make it his enemy just because he didn't manage to hold it correctly. 'I really need to train using real weapons. I still don't know which should I use though. Sword or thievery weapons like wires and knives...' Jai thought as he examined the sword's blade, finding small faint cuts every where on its surface. The hilt wasn't made of wood. There was a small layer of iron on it, which was why Jai was able to channel his thunder into it and deal a great amount of damage to the gorilla beast before. That was also why Jai was cautious when Kasuga was trying to pull it out of the Gori-gori's mouth, afraid that the soldier would get electrocuted a

Ram, Nand, and Vipula were locked in their own fierce battles. The masked man's followers swarmed them, but each team member stood resilient, their unique weapons turning the tide in their favor. Ram wielded a double-edged sword, its blade humming with energy. He moved with a ferocity that belied his calm demeanor, each swing of his sword sending enemies sprawling. His strikes were precise, each blow calculated to incapacitate rather than kill, reflecting his disciplined nature. As attackers closed in, he parried and countered with an almost supernatural speed, the sword's glow illuminating his path through the chaos.