Yami's Sword Novels & Stories

It wasn't even a pleasant greeting but he made her heart flutter. Olivia stared at the man, her anxiety died down. Olivia knew she trusted him, his words, his actions, everything thus far. Amon was the first who managed to come to a place where no one else came to, and so, she will patiently wait for his reasons. "I am called Amon of Yyir, pleasure to meet your Highness, Princess Olivia of Estel--"

Liam moved a bit away from Mia and bowed to her, "Your Highness, you are indeed the great ruler of the Magical Beasts. I am no match for your power. In my entire life, I had never met someone who can break the Dragon Blood Sword into pieces with just one strike." Did he say Dragon Blood Sword? Mia is unimaginably powerful. I am the luckiest to be her disciple. Mia smiled, "Liam was it the fullest of your sword power?" He nodded. Mia stared at the hand in which she was holding the sword, "You know what this sword I am holding is called?" Liam looked at the sword, "It looks like the common silver sword that is the weakest among Magical Swords. But yours must be some other sword that looks like

I forced air into my lungs. I am Queen Ayamira. Gold light spread through the water. TRUE. The White Tide crown burned against my skull. A child cried somewhere beneath the chamber. I swallowed. I carry the blood of Ayame Rivers. The pool split into white and gold. TRUE. Not her body. Not her life. Her blood. Kiyomi stepped into the edge of the water. The red band around her wrist tightened. I am Kiyomi Rivers. The chamber went silent. FALSE. Hayate’s face emptied.

Just when I thought I was winning, Xavier pushed me back harder till I landed on the ground heating my head. Nyx winced in pain blood sizzling down. *You think you are strong huh?” His voice was loud in my head. I growled as his claws scratched my fur. Nyx snared in pain trying to fight back but his grip was tight. “You are no Enigma… Once an Omega always an Omega, don’t you ever forget that.” His canines sunk into my throat, Nyx howling in pain as everything started fading. "Sage..." I whispered as though I could feel him but couldn’t tell.

A swordsman suddenly appeared and fought fiercely with the despot. the king then turned into a giant dragon demon, with a very terrible and terrible power. The dragon demon fought by destroying everything nearby into rubble. The battle between the swordsman and the giant demon lasted for three days and three nights with the sky continuing to be black, at the end of their battle. With the remaining strength of the swordsman, the giant demon finally succeeded in being sealed and turned into a sword with a terrible aura.

As she reached out to touch it, the room rumbled once more, causing debris to fall around them. Luna's eyes darted around the chamber. "We don't have much time. Take the sword, Amelia, and let its power guide us to Lycan." With a deep breath, Amelia gripped the hilt of the Sword of Light, feeling a surge of energy course through her veins. The sword glowed brightly, illuminating the darkness that enveloped them. As they continued their journey, guided by the sword's radiant light, a voice echoed through the chamber. It was Darius, his voice filled with dark amusement.

a thunderbolt attack from two swords with a range of three hundred and sixty degrees and an area of nearly one kilometre, the world monsters were at their weakest. And that was the most opportune moment to finish them off and quickly bring down the Health Points of the world monsters. SREET! Yama performed his combo attack. Yama's face looked serious. He had to catch up with his damage points far behind Li Wei. Yama, the warrior, launched multiple sword moves with three attack variations. There was a real combo written on each of his sword moves. Yama was diligent and did not worry about wasting his energy. "I have to be number one!" was Yama's thought.

My fingers loosened against NightSword and it clattered away from me. Eryndor’s eyes were dilated, his canines dripping saliva as he dove for the sword, picking it up with a feral grin. He raised it above my head as I watched in horror. NO!, NightSword screamed in my head, in protest at being wielded by one not bonded to him. My ears popped and my vision was lost again as a powerful sonic blast emerged from the ancient weapon, a beam of energy spiraling outwards and slamming into Eryndor.

I don't know how long can I endure standing here acting as bait and why are they taking so long to attack the beast. I can't wait anymore, so I decided to make the first move. I waved my right hand and release the sword that was forged by a famous blacksmith the Devil's hand. I was about to swing it onto the beast when one of its heads bites into my right arm. The sword immediately drops to the ground and disappeared. The sword is specially designed for me alone and I am the only one who can wield it. The sword will disappear if it is no longer in my possession and I am the only one who can summon it.

Yarsi felt his heart beat faster and every blow hurt in his chest. - Thank you, - he accepted the medallion, clenched it in his fist, the silver prickly cold pinched his skin, but nothing more. “That too.” A silver streak flashed in the Demon King’s hand, transforming into a sword. The werewolf recognized him, with this sword he killed Alato, and then lost him in Reet. Viola's gift to his foster mother, the magician's sword. The sword of who she saw him as. Yarsi nodded in gratitude, Matzher handed him the sword hilt first. A tie of iridescent runes spilled over the blade. And only some of them were familiar to the werewolf.