Fantasy Magic Sword Novels & Stories

It didn’t float like the other items; it appeared in my hand and instantly glowed. “Your sword is magic,” said Ode. “It was a gift.” “A powerful gift.” My father had done this. I felt his power. It was my turn to smile, and then I laughed. The sword vibrated with my magic and its own. An idea sparked inside me. I sent a rope out, through the streets, a path I wasn’t familiar with, but the rope was drawn to the picture of the box in my mind. It found Mira and Kenner’s home, traveled inside and up to the room I had chosen. It touched the block of wood. It appeared in my hand exactly as the sword had.

The man was elevated above ground level, he gasped for air desperately. “What is happening?”, the lady cried out, “Someone tell me something, please my child, my child speak to me…” The man struggled against the invisible hold, Cedric lifted his sword to the sky and admired it for a moment. It was forged with magic, long and it’s blade was as sharp as a lion’s tooth with the ability to cut through bone. Then in a clean swipe he cut through his neck sending his head flying, blood splattered everywhere even on Cedric and the old lady.

He reached in and grabbed it for me. “That could have been bad. Sorry about that kid.” he finished putting the Kantana out of the velvet sleeve. He laid it on top of the desk. “This sword has blood magic. You have to weave a connection to it before you touch it to imprint on it. Then it is always yours until you pass it on to another. I commissioned it from a good friend of mine that resides in Japan. He understood this was for a witch wolf hybrid of great power. Don’t mention its origins to anyone. My friend is rather private and he’d like to keep it that way.”