You Have My Sword Novels & Stories

Therefore, usually a sword spirit only had one owner and vice versa. "Where is your sword?" Ludriev asked. "Ah, I leave it in my house. I don't need to carry it around in our own home, do I?" "Yes, you do. What if there's an attack? You are too reckless." "Didn't I have the strongest sword master with me right now? Who would have the gut or is foolish enough to attack?" Ludriev used the hilt of her sword to jab him. "Stop that." "Yeah, ok." Rion grimaced in pain and rubbed his side. "But the name Goddess of War really suits you. Honest!"

’ everybody assumed impatiently. Tension of the crowd was aroused in alarm, their hearts raced with unwelcoming anticipation. Finally, a figure emerged from the huge waves as a victor, the sword of Eryndor– Eryndor, exhausted but triumphant, his Conch shell still clutched in his hand.

I ask, looking at Lara and she smiles at me. “I know where it is, but you need to read about it first. It can’t be wielded by any mortal. The sword chooses its victor, the one it belongs to.” She says and I lift the tray and hand it to her and climb off the bed. “Where are you going?” Vilkas calls after me. I look over my shoulder. “Home.” I say as I turn and walk down the hallway and out into the living room before I turn to the balcony and open the doors. I move to the opposite side of the room.

I opened my eyes to find a translucent sword in my hands, a manifestation of my intent. Excitement bubbled within me as I examined the ethereal weapon. The edges sparkled with otherworldly radiance, and I could feel the hum of power emanating from it. It was a surreal sight—a sword made not of steel but of the very fabric of existence. Eager to test my creation, I turned my attention to a punching bag hanging in the corner of the training room. With a swift motion, I swung the celestial sword, its energy slicing through the air like a comet's tail. The blade connected with the punching bag, and to my amazement, it split into two perfect pieces.

The sunlight spilling from the window seemed to light her blonde hair on fire. She was the very last person I needed to see right now. "Where are you going?" Kylie asked, her voice tense. I turned away from her and towards the mirror again. "I'm going to find my mate," I replied curtly, my impatience evident. She sprang away from the doorframe and straightened. "Your...you mean Astra?" "Yes, Kylie." I murmured. Then I grabbed my sword from the bed and slipped it into my scabbard. "Now, if you would please move away from the door."

All of my dreams were shattered. -"Now that you've learned the truth you can let go, there's nothing else for you here" he said sternly. -"Where is the sword?" -"The sword is in the hands of its rightful owner" he said making me stand up and walk towards him. He remained motionless in his spot. -"Careful old man, you are skating on thin nice here" I told him menacingly. -"Do whatever you want. I'm not afraid of you. You won't take the sword no matter what you do because that's the way things should be " he said eating his cookie.

he said taking the sword from me. I got a bit furious What else does he want? “I had paid you already do why would you not let me take my sword home?” I asked looking at him almost fuming. “Calm down miss, like I had told you before, this sword is not and ordinary sword. It is a very special sword. At this moment, this particular sword is still in it’s ordinary state and it is of no use right now” “So what do we have to do?” I asked folding my arms, hoping he was not trying to pull a fast one on me.

I asked in an authoritative tone, nearing him but he didn’t seem to sense it. “Once a week you meet me here.” He threw the sword he was sharpening at me without any warning but I caught it smartly, admiring it briefly. The blade was thin but strong, making it more lethal and the entire hilt was made of ludicrous gold. “And we fight?” I swung the sword between my fingers. “And may I ask why?” I didn’t mean to sound polite. “I’d like my mate able to fight.” “I can fight!” I protested.

"I want a sword that helps keep me alive" "A sword that once held will help me to survive" "A sword I can strike with that helps evade all strikes" "A sword for a coward to help me win all fights" Such were the words that went through Mia's head as she swallowed the glowing blue pill. As she vanished from Genji's line of sight, she reached out her hand for a sword.

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.