Evil Sword Novels & Stories

“I think you are flexible in using small weapons. This ebony bone dagger is made from a claw bone of a black dragon. Its sharpness could cut through the thickest of metals, and the energy left inside is could be used at an emergency.” Jared was startled at being talked to by Priestess Eva, but he instantly felt honored at being thought highly by the general’s mate. He hurriedly took the dagger and thanked Priestess Eva while bowing. He would not have stopped if General Markus did not pat his shoulder. Jared was embarrassed, but he closely held the dagger next to his chest with determination flashing in his eyes.

Evelyn’s eyes flashed silver. “Then try me” And in the next heartbeat…A war broke out. Evelyn vs Lazarus! Lazarus launched forward, his palm glowing with red demonic energy. He thrust it towards Evelyn, sending a wave of dark, violent energy straight at her. Evelyn lifted both hands, and a silver shield materialized in front of her. The impact sent a shockwave through the battlefield. Dust and wind swirled in every direction. The supernatural warriors shielded their faces.

This time he holds the dagger hidden on his waist; the unusual crimson dagger that been thrown by Aoi Akuma years ago, that he always kept on his self as a reminder of that day when his parents been murdered. Cederick was planning to attack with these two weapon in his hand. All are in attack mode, Tenth Candidate was about to pull the trigger, and Cederick was about to throw the dagger. When suddenly, Tenth Candidate flew on the side, Ezikiel came and attack him immediately, his speed was unimaginable. He followed it with another kicked to his arm making the gun fell from his hand. Ezikiel gets it and soon throws in the open window, and twist the guy arm backward, and slammed him on the gro

His muscles coiled with tension, every nerve primed for the imminent clash that was about to unfold. The attack was sudden and fierce, a whirlwind of teeth and claws that clashed in the dead of night. The air was filled with snarls and growls, a symphony of violence that painted the darkness in shades of crimson. Ethan fought with a primal ferocity, his instincts guiding every move, every strike. He was wounded, blood seeping from his side, but his determination burned brighter than the pain.

BLADE 3. Pain. It was all I felt when I shot my eyes opened. I felt so sore and tired. The memories of how Lorenzo plunged deeper into me last night filled my mind. He was so cruel to me. I didn't find any enjoyment in it at all. I tried lifting my hands and I was happy It was back to functioning. My tit hurts too as a result of the sucking he did last night.

With a sudden surge of power, Sable lunged forward, swinging the sword with all her might. The blade sliced through the air, cutting through the evil with a resounding clash. The clash reverberated throughout the cathedral, sending shards of malevolence scattering across the floor. The evil entity recoiled, shocked by Sable's defiance. Its form faltered, momentarily disrupted by the light emanating from the sword. Weakened and vulnerable, it pressed back against the encroaching evil, desperately attempting to regain its strength.

Camden asked. "The Evil Eye is a deadly curse, it's characterized by a pair of glowing purple eyes for the user, amd only the target can see these glowy eyes, it only takes a few seconds for the curse to set in. It's like a time bomb, the user can just choose whenever they want to finally kill their target. And when they do, the curse inside the target will attack every organ system in their body, the pain gets too much that the target doesn't feel anything anymore, but one thing that's sure about the Evil Eye is that, once it's in, it's sure to kill," Genevive replied. "We're up against real shit here," Camden stated.

The heavy iron broadsword cut through the thick woodsmoke in a vertical arc aimed directly at Elena’s neck. Elena dropped low, utilizing her high-ranking agility to slide across the grease-slicked granite floorboards. The whistling steel missed her shoulder by a mere millimeter, embedding itself deep into the stone pillar behind her with gray sparks. Before Devon could wrench the weapon free, Elena drove her palm upward, releasing a sharp pulse of light that struck him squarely in the chest.

The bullseye had taken so many holes because all that was left of it was one fat hole. Like before, he threw the sword at me and I caught it, examining it. I could see my reflection… strands of hair were falling on my face and I seemed… prettier… ‘What do you expect staring in a sword?’ Evolet scowled. ‘In a sword, you see the murderer in you and if you don’t keep shut I’m going to unlock it.’ “How often do you lash him?” His smirk disappeared. Even with one leg on a stool and the sword on his lap as he cleaned it, his eyes were on me. Always on me. “When he deserves it.”

said Crimson to Violet. "I took it to the precinct." They turned to find that the woman was no longer on the ground. "Crimson, look out!" Violet cried before shoving him to the side and Crimson watched while his female counterpart got blasted by a bolt of lightning that was intended for him. Her body suddenly burst into a wave of purple light. "Violet, no!" Crimson dashed to where she had been standing but there was nothing there except for the purple haze that still glowed from the aftermath of the blast.