روايات وقصص ضمن Aya: Blade Of The Goddess

All of it was because of Arya's arrival. In the airspace before Abyss City, two streaks of light chased and clashed at blinding speed. This exhilarating yet oppressive battle made every cell in Andrew's body tingle with excitement and energy. With a low roar, the Godslayer in his hand came crashing down from above, black and white blade energy intertwining and screaming as they tore toward the golden figure. Arya's face remained expressionless, as if she would forever stand sacred and inviolable, undefeated, with that detached look of someone to whom nothing in this world mattered.

I took it and looked at him expectantly. “Seleste, the goddess, asked me to give this to you. It is the blade of destiny. Only a limited number of people can touch it and only one person can activate its power. The person has to be pure in heart and chosen by the blade. The goddess believes you are qualified to be chosen by the blade. Because you are a descendent of an original, you can touch it. You should keep it on you person. Once it chooses you and bonds with you, you will do the impossible and kill the evil one.” “So, this dagger has been blessed?”

Raphael replied, "I do not plan to annihilate or conquer a race or anyone except Roosevelt, what I will do instead is forge an alliance between me and each race, just like the pact I want to propose to you, wolf." I demanded, "What pact exactly." He smirked, "Annihilating Roosevelt together, and serving me." Mars snapped, "You expect us to serve you? Who do you think you are?" Raphael gripped his sword, he looked seconds from unsheathing it, his fingers locked the hilt, I could witness frozen tendrils of mist bleeding out. "You nearly forced me to draw frostbite" So Raphael’s sword is called Frostbite Blade. The blade is long, straight, pale blue like glacier ice. It doesn’t shine. It drinks

Alpha Mosta swiftly came to her aid, with the rest of the warriors joining the fight. Aarya unleashed a wave of energy, knocking back the hybrids who dared to approach. She used her fighting skills to destroy as many as she could. She moved with grace and precision, her every movement a testament to her strength as a Luna. I felt a surge of pride and love for her, knowing that she was not only my mate but also a formidable force in her own right. As the last of the hybrids fell, the battlefield fell silent. The only sound remaining was the heavy panting and gasping for breath from our exhausted warriors. The scent of blood and sweat lingered in the air, a testament to the intensity of the fi

Sun.. has always made me wonder why is it so selfless... Giving light of life to all but asking for none in return. The moon, the stars... Everything in the world is selfless... Not like me... I might be the most selfish person alive on this earth. My only weakness is the people of the kingdom. Wondering who??? Princess Aadya... The daughter of the king and queen of the kingdom of Rajgarh, a small kingdom in India. Well now late. They died.

The Moon Goddess had been calling on you, through the symbol, to answer her calls. I creased my forehead at him. I feel so pressured to do something right now. It means that if I resist to act on the responsibility she had given me, I'll be in pain as she will keep on calling me. But is the pain her only way of calling me? The meeting ended without me understanding much anymore. I was too focused on the fact that I need to answer the Moon Goddess's call to be a Guardian.

ASHINA’S POV The battle had begun. ''Are you all ready?'' I asked. ''Yes!!!'' Was the reply from all the soldiers. The spark and energy were amazing. This was what I needed; a highly motivated troop. In my heart, I knew that we would not be defeated today. I closed my eyes, prayed to the Moon Goddess for our victory and I thought about my family; my pretty mother, my brave father and my courageous brother. Although they weren’t with my physically, they were around. I could sense their presence and I could feel their blood running through my veins.

Every step Lena took felt heavier, as if unseen hands were pressing down on her shoulders. Cassian and Dorian followed in silence, their expressions grim. Even they didn’t know what this trial entailed. At last, they reached a chamber unlike the others. At the center stood an altar—carved from obsidian, veins of molten gold running through it like lifeblood. Floating above it was a dagger, its blade forged from a material Lena didn’t recognize, its edges glowing with an eerie silver light. Idris moved to stand beside the altar. “This is the Blade of Ancients,” he said. “Forged in the fire of the first Trueborn. It does not spill blood—it takes something far deeper.”

It seemed that he was right all along, Caiden sighed and waited in silence. “Greetings, Matron!” Yara echoed the words of her father. This was the first time she saw the mystical immortal of the Vestal Virgin Sect aside from the statues that adorned the churches within the domain. She was extremely beautiful and adorned herself in a dazzling white gown that properly accentuated her beauty and curves. Although Yara was also gorgeous but to compare her with The Blind Goddess was akin to diamond and glass. She was only a pale copy that could never replace the essence of the real one. The Lady who stood before her genuflection literally emitted power beyond her imagination. Yara even found her l