Wielder Novels & Stories

"Um, alright. We'll do that! I'll hand over the hostage and you will hand over the motherwort at the same time!" The Poisonwielder nodded and agreed to Leon's suggestion. "Mister Wolf, please hand me the motherwort. I'll do the exchange!" Fletcher said. Since the Poisonwielder was an Almighty martial artist and was notoriously known for his ruthlessness, Leon was far too young and weak to rival his power and he would be in danger if Leon carried out the trade.

“WHAT?! HARASA?!” Kartika is shocked by knowing that Alfi finally decided to use Harasa, the holy weapon number 12. “What is it, Kartika? What is Harasa?” The agitated Varz asked. “There are 5 holy weapons that hard to use. The holy weapon number 3: Duy-Duy, this one requires one’s painful sorrow. Alfi can use this one because of his painful past. The holy weapon number 6: Tipit, this one requires one’s pure love. Alfi can use this one because of his compassion towards Megumi. The holy weapon number 9: Pelidi, this one requires one’s intelligence. Alfi can use this one because he is sharp enough. The holy weapon number 10: Pukan, this one requires one’s soul of rebellion. Alfi can use this

They were two of Dexter's betas. I understood Dexter's plans now. He had given me Wolf's bane instead of the elixir, so that I would be vulnerable and weakened when his two betas would come in to beat me up and probably bring me into his party to flaunt his success of defeating the forever detested Alpha Blade. Unfortunately for him, I had been smart enough not to swallow it. The only effect it had on me was the burning and pain in my mouth which had gradually lessened "Let me ask you this now that you both are alive." I said as I watched them bring out batons. "Was it your Alpha that sent you to me to die or is it just fate?"

She picked up the said deadly weapon in her hands and attacked the intruder, "DIE IN THE NAME OF THE HOLY POWER OF THE FRYING PAN" accompanied the war cry. The person swiftly turned his figure silhouetted against the light streaming from the refrigerator. His because Eira's mind registered the fact that it was a male from the build. The person tried to take on the holy power of the frying pan that Eira had now slapped onto his face. Smack. The momentum of it had him slamming against the refrigerator door. Eira again tried to attack the person but a hand flashed out in the darkness taking hold of her hand firmly

He could sense that the sword was no ordinary weapon. Adrian said with a pointed expression, “This is the Soul Devouring Sword, wielded by that old bastard from earlier. It’s somewhat of a treasure for me now, but I haven’t bonded with it through blood yet. By harnessing the power of this sword, I can activate the formation around us and amplify its strength several times, allowing us to break through the surrounding forces.”

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.

Thorne carefully selects each weapon, explaining their unique properties and how they can counter the formidable strength of a werewolf. Zelda's fingers graze the intricately crafted blades, feeling their weight and power in her hands. She understands the significance of these weapons, symbols of both protection and resistance against the malevolence that threatens her world. With a solemn determination etched upon her face, she accepts the responsibility entrusted to her, embracing the role of defender and protector.

“One attempt and the council members would be able to interfere in this battle. This is one-way of leveling the playing field. Now, it’s fair and square. At the end of the night, one of us will have to sleep… forever.” Z clenched her fist, narrowing her eyes. As far as she knew, Luis was the Wielder of memory. It’s a very tricky prowess that took advantage of a foes’ life to weaken them mentally. But it’s also a double-edged sword. It required a huge amount of energy, so he could only do it once or twice, and more than that was already a gamble.

You see, unlike his millions or billions of other weapons that can be bounced or used by servants, Ea is a weapon that only Gilgamesh can use. Gilgamesh once showed off this heirloom power when facing a Rider in the 4th Holy Grail War who lightly warded off his Noble Phantasm, Ionioi Hetairoi. At that moment, Rider's imaginary dimension collapsed like an hourglass and swallowed the thousands of warriors inside. You can also witness the splendor of the moves launched by this sword in the Unlimited Blade Works series when Gilgamesh faced Emiya Shirou.

"You don’t know who you messed with.” Frain said and showed his two swords. The warriors have prepared for combat. Swords were released from their sheath, Frain started to attack the Captain , his swords swung into the captain hut was avoided. Some of the warriors attacked Frain. In a snap, Frain used his ability. He slashed them, and the captain’s back. When they are all down, Frain sits on his legs and said, “Tell your King, I will return. He better be prepared." he grins and leaves them. No one even saw the scene. Or did he thought so?