Zelda: Twilight Princess Sword Novels & Stories

"Princess...Levara?" The woman standing before her was unmistakable. Long golden-brown hair, pale skin, crimson eyes and soft pink lips. The beautiful face that Elly had seen on television countless times, the beloved Princess of Avenor. Her princess. Levara. But something was terribly wrong, Levara's eyes were empty, there was no warmth in them, they looked almost lifeless. As if the woman standing before Elly had already died long before her body had ever stopped breathing. Elly swallowed.

With that, he unleashed a terrifying golden-purple energy, causing the purple light sword to spin rapidly. Boom! Another earth-shattering explosion. The swirling sword shattered the entwined purple dragon and surged forward again with incomparable speed and momentum, directly aiming for Zoltan. In that instant, Lord Zenda acted again. With a click of her fingers, she clamped down on the sword swiftly approaching Zoltan, enveloping it in a mix of purple and white light. The purple light sword was only an inch away from Zoltan’s abdomen. Zoltan was shocked. He spewed out a mouthful of blood, his eyes brimming with disbelief.

She stopped, and both of them said in unison, "Who is it?!" "Swish! Swish!" The Unsullied Sword and the Purple Jade Flute transformed into lights of white and purple and charged at a certain dark spot in the forest.

The crowd could feel that the heat and cold had collided while looking at the swords on the stage. “Let me introduce to you the Blaze Wild Sword and the Deadly Glaze Sword. Blaze Wild Sword is a must be suggested for the people who had fire attributes and were accustomed to fire. The Deadly Glaze Sword is for the people who had Ice attributes. These swords are made by a Grade 5 Novice Armament Master.” Lark Oz said while showing them the swords that Luna had made.

The arrow exploded upon hitting Lollaine. She felt her inside turned to millions of thousand needles. The extreme excruciating pain made her to wail silently on her head. Since she under the king's mind possession no sound came out from her instead, her mouth agape wide. This time King Zeldour amasses a very intense magical force. Appeared on his hands a very sharped pointed sword made of air. It is the Zypherious sword; Aereous Assoure.

I need my sword. Reaching behind my back, I feel the cool, smooth texture of my marking shift beneath my fingers. There’s a brief moment where the ink pulses, almost as if it’s alive, before it solidifies into the hilt of my sword. I draw it out, feeling the familiar weight settle into my hand. The blade hums with energy, a glowing blue that pulses in time with my heartbeat. This sword is mine, a part of me, born of my blood and soul. Athena’s gift, forged from my very essence.

"But if given an opportunity, I also want to learn how to fight with swords, preferably lightweight ones." Sir Dallas clapped his hand once loudly and pointed at the High Lord. "He owns lightweight swords, usually used by winged Feralis." He brought his hand down the table. "I'm quite sure the weapons of Luminozenko and Earth are the same or have similarities in some ways, but the type of sword he usually uses is called Zerfara." I looked at the High Lord. "Zerfara, sir?" "Yes." Lord Lavendori nodded and he tapped on his bracelet, making it glow before a sword started materializing in his hand that he raised.

’ 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 don’t have the heart to cut it just yet, although I know I should. It’s more like I can’t because I do not want to have an uneven mess. “We did weapons training. Did you know that there was a sword made by the Diafor mages that can cut through anything, living and non-living things alike?” I shuddered when I remembered how Zander had shown me the sword that looked taller than me then almost passed out when he showed me what it could do. It sliced a tree in front of my eyes.

Condition trembled the commoner inside the hall palace. After King Jumuck raised his sword, nothing happened. Until the light on his sword slowly disappeared. King Eric looked confused and saw his sword. The sword was a gift given by King Jumuck for their friendship and collaboration in colonizing other kingdoms. Whenever King Eric needed him, he just needed to summon King Jumuck with the intermediary of the sword. But now, the sword was not working as usual. Once King Eric focused his concentration and power on that sword. Something similar was happening again. A flash struck some part of the palace hall. The room suffered severe damage.