Versatile Sword Cultivator Novel Novels & Stories

"And yet you leave his side to parade through our court with the knife’s hand in tow." She turned her head slowly. Another noble. Older than the last. Draped in dragonbone and velvet, with eyes that had forgotten what it meant to fear fire. "We are not blind, consort," he added, voice dripping with false courtesy. "You bring the weapon with you, not the solution." Sera said nothing. She stepped forward, slowly, deliberately, until the gap between them narrowed to a breath. She did not raise her voice. "You want a solution?" Her eyes flared. "Then help me find the one who gave a five-year-old a cursed blade and told him to strike at a king."

Hooks hung bare beneath shelf labels while nervous customers compared propane tanks and lanterns nearby. A man loaded six portable stoves into his cart while pretending not to notice the angry looks around him. This was accelerating fast. Her gaze landed on the final hunting knife resting beneath the fluorescent light. Evelyn crouched slightly and reached for it. Another hand reached the display at the same time. Large. Scarred. Steady. She looked up instantly. The man withdrew his hand first. “Take it.” His voice sat low and rough between them. Not aggressive. Not friendly.

"I choose my own shift. Not forced. Not for them. For us. For freedom." The moon light hit stronger through the high windows. Dane's body started to change. "It is happening. I feel the breakthrough. Strength coming back real." Ezra cheered him. "Yes. Look at you. Keep talking. We destroy the equipment while it builds." Dane shifted fully, powerful and clear. "I did it. No machines needed. This is me. Thomas, start on the tanks. Smash them." Thomas swung a heavy bar. "Smashing now. Allies, hit the consoles. Ezra, you direct from the middle."

Her sight is not that good already, thanks do their unpleasant laugh she can detect where they are. The cutthroat in the middle of the three yawns, “It's boring. Sigh, you are not in your best condition Crimson Blade. Was it because you are already wounded? But you have just a mere wound. I even brought my troupe to face a high ranker like you. Not to face a weakling version of you. Or was is it because of your beloved weapon are not here with you? Rumor has said that it was the legendary sword that our Shizun especially gave to you. The Black Spring forged by best of the best blacksmith. Or was it because your skills rusted already? You even allowed yourself to be wounded. Anyway, if you ar

COME FORTH HOLY SWORD COVENANT! *A white-blue striped colored swords comes out at Elaine's hands* Haha, haha! So that's why you called the sword saint, then let me show you mine as will, COME FORTH SWORD AT THE THRONE OF THE GOD OF ZERONITY I CALL UPON YOU THE GOD OF ZERONITY TO COME TO ME AND LET ME USE YOU HEAVENLY GOD SWORD EXDILDURAL! *Then a white-golden cloud appeared out of nowhere there the sword exdildural come out at the clouds and going towards taso's direction then taso grabs the sword and taso said*

Jalon had previously defeated them using this method. Stanier ripped a page from his black grimoire and tore it out. He then chanted, "Dragon's skin," while holding the page over his chest. His skin stiffened and calcified. It was strong enough to survive an onslaught from Jalon's blade, which he was swinging around. He took another page from the book and crumbled it in his palm while chanting, "Blade of the Lorth Knight." Under his hand, a sword began to form, develop, and eventually thrust into the ground. The two faced off, gauging each other from a distance for more than a minute, neither of them wanting to give up the edge by making the initial move.

He clasped the hilt tightly and declared in 'lease', "Daemonium Venator: Gladius Obumbratio." His sword began to hum loudly, the originally 2 metres long sword grew longer, becoming almost twice its previous length. It also grew larger, as the thin sword now looked like a large cleaver. Its blade was engulfed entirely in fire, its screams like the cry of a rising phoenix. James' aura went through a drastic change just like his sword. He grew larger, making Morgana who was held in his left arm look more like a doll figurine than an actual human being.

I needed to ground the silver fire back into my marrow before it consumed me. I was a blade, he’d said. A self-sharpening one. I hated how right he was. I hated that every time he cornered me, every time he squeezed the air from my lungs, I didn't shatter. I just grew denser. More lethal. My father had sold my life to turn me into a weapon, and Damian Morton was the one currently holding the hilt. I forced myself up, my knees snapping like dry kindling. Standing still in the gym was an invitation for Argus to map my exhaustion.

*** * opens eyes* Celea was heavy breathing and had a sharp pain in her neck " Damn you lycan" she than looked up with a sharp face " no one is going to die, not on my watch" Celea went out of the room " Luna!" " you cant be outside is dangerous!" Celea than pushed him away with her powers and he flew 4 meter away. Celea went to a giant painting not to far away from here and took it down. Hidden on the back of the painting were two swords she had hidden sometime ago along with other swords everywhere in the palace for situation like this

Due to their work, they rarely saw each other and since Vailan is occupied with the east monsters, he is ordering Duke Schit to kill them before they maximize in number. The sword that Vailan gave to her, from the Seven Mountains, has been serving her for over a week already. Vailan called for mages to quickly dissipate Mr. Sword’s toxins and poisons in his body and now he’s standing beside Dallan. His white sword hung around his waist with his arms crossed. Although he doesn’t have a kind manner, at least his skills are far better than any knight. Of course, Dev and he might be on par in terms of strength and skills.