Armored Core Moonlight Sword Novels & Stories

Zane looks at the gear and walks forward to the counter and asks, "what's this? Can you explain it to me? I'm a new shopper." "This is the finest craft I have. Magic infused armor that uses your mana to provide a physical defense. And this sword is 'Mronie'. Crafted from the finest metal anyone can find, which is 'Prijon', it's infused with magic as well to make it lighter," the shopkeeper explained thoroughly and politely. "Does he even have any Gold or silver to pay for all that?" Clarissa asked Lucia. "I'm not sure as well," Lucia bluntly said. "If he doesn't have any, looks like we'll have to pay for it ourselves," Lucia added.

She shakes her head and unfolds her hands. "I'm sorry I made you feel that way," she replies softly. Her voice is sad. "I thought I was protecting you but I was wrong." She walks to meet me and pulls me into a hug. I can't remember the last time my mother hugged me. I melt into her arms tired of the feud between us. It takes even more energy to hate her. "I'm so sorry Alice. If I could go back to change everything, I will." She nod against her chest, feeling her heartbeat. She rests her chin on my head and we stay there for more than a minute. The door opens which breaks our hug. My father walks in with his dirty clothes, holding a bag in his hand. "What did I miss?" he says with a smile. I

A sword sweep! The moonlight poured down and covered the sky. Honglong! It was like a raging river. "Puff!" Zhao Wuji spat out blood and blood flew out. Scars kept appearing on his body. Blood spurted out. The void he flew across was also constantly shattered. "Asura Divine Armor!" Zhao Wuji had just been covered with a thick layer of armor, but the sword light of the Moon in Mirror instantly crushed the armor. Up in the sky, the countless sword beams transformed into a vortex.

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 Hunter. His body was wrapped in black armor laced with silver threads that shimmered under moonlight. At his back hung two swords forged from obsidian and celestial steel—known as twin fang breakers. His face was hidden behind a mask that bore the crest of the Moon’s Eye: a sign of ancient judgment. He stopped at the crest of a ridge and stared down at the glowing borders of the Obsidian pack below. “The Moonbreaker rises,” he murmured. From the shadows, a figure stepped forward—hooded, feminine, voice low.

“We… we need to know. Our daughter… She’s been… involved with the Moonlit pack. And we need to know…” The Oracle regarded them with a knowing look, as if she could see straight into their minds. “Ah, I see.”, she said softly. “Yes, I have sensed the stirrings of destiny surrounding your daughter. There is indeed a connection between her and the Moonlit pack, a bond that transcends time and space.” Elio and Leonora exchanged stunned glances, their hearts pounding with a mixture of fear and disbelief. “But… what does it mean?”, Elio asked, his voice trembling with emotion.

Christian squinted his eyes. “At least, that’s what we are hoping it does. You see, the moon swords aren’t normal swords. They are ancient and were believed to have been used by the moon goddess herself. They are the swords she used against Mizkeal. It was the moon swords that defeated him centuries ago and also the swords the moon goddess used to cut him into 23 parts,” Levi explained. I peered at him, knitting my brows. “And… those swords have been with Alpha Kings ever since?” Christian tilted his head.

Her parents moved around her in hurried, anxious steps, their voices hushed but sharp. “Lysandra,” her mother said, kneeling before her. Her usually warm brown eyes were frantic, darting to the windows as if expecting something to burst through at any moment. “Listen to me, sweetheart. You need to be brave tonight. Can you do that for me?” Lysandra nodded, clutching the edge of her mother’s shawl. Her father appeared then, his face pale and drawn. He was holding a knife—no, not a knife. But a dagger. The blade gleamed faintly, intricate runes etched into its surface.

His figure blurred as he appeared before Sam. A weathered longsword materialized in his hand, its surface etched with intricate arcane symbols. As energy poured into the blade, the runes blazed with golden light, radiating terrifying pressure. "This is the Suncrest Sect's sword technique—Sunpiercer Arc!" With a sharp shout, Marcellus swung his sword. A streak of golden energy tore across the sky, whistling as it sliced straight toward Sam. He poured every ounce of his power into the strike. The blade of light tore through the stone, carving a jagged trench in its wake. The air shimmered and roared, heat radiating in scorching waves.

Through the window at the end of the corridor, Rex was squatting by the flower bed, pulling his broadsword out of the frozen soil, wiping mud off with his sleeve. He cleaned the blade the same way he fought. Brutal. Moonlight fell across his back, and in the gap where his armor had been torn away, the old scar running from shoulder blade to lower back glowed a dull red. He wiped the sword clean, slid it back into its sheath, and stayed squatting there. Head down. The muscles at the back of his neck were stone.