Novel & Cerita Darkmoon Blade Dark Souls 3

--- The Werewolf Realm The moment we arrived, silence greeted us. The once-proud realm now stood empty. Only the wind moved through the abandoned land. Queen Selene stepped forward. "Raphael." "Summon the Dark Blade." Raphael raised his hand. Immediately, the sky darkened. Without warning, the same terrifying tornado that had appeared when Daksha died erupted once again. The ground shook violently beneath our feet. The wind roared like thousands of angry beasts. The Dark Blade emerged from the heart of the storm. Sand and debris flew everywhere.

Zitrey just glared at him and went inside. Matt, seeing how far the distance between them, but she easily closed it by split of seconds, then rubbing his neck and feeling the pain, he had thought, “She was still young, yet have extra-ordinary skills and killing intent. Doesn’t feel pain. Truly a masterpiece of the Dark Moon. A perfect killing machine, that’s why they don’t want to let her go. However, if she won’t go back, those geezer thought its just best to kill her before she will turn her back and come against them. Crimson Blade is the double blade that they raised, and might come to their head. The key to annihilate those bastards Dark Moon.”

Behind it lay the Lunaris Blade—a weapon forged by the first Moon Blessed, imbued with the essence of starlight and sorrow. Selene had never touched it. Until now. She whispered the incantation, voice steady. The runes flared to life. The door groaned open. And the chamber beyond seemed to hold its breath. There, atop a stone pedestal, lay the blade—its hilt wrapped in lunar silk, its edge gleaming faintly as if lit from within. The moment her fingers closed around it, a wave of energy surged up her arm—pain and clarity in equal measure. Visions danced behind her eyes: fire, fangs, Lucian’s smile twisted in triumph… and a throne of bone rising from ash.

A guardian’s healing ward has stabilized her, her aura brighter, but her words are a lifeline, pulling me from vengeance to purpose. Sylvara steps forward, her aura weaving into the forge’s runes. “The blade’s here, Lena. Channel your light, open the vault.” I raise my hands, lunar threads spilling, but the shadow-taint grows, Voren’s relic humming in the distance, seeking my blood. The vault opens, revealing a blade of starlight and obsidian, its edge singing of ruin, but the construct’s eyes flare. “One final test,” it intones. “A piece of your soul, Convergence, or the blade remains.”

My name is Elora and I reside at the Blue Mountain Packhouse. I have a slim figure, long curly blonde hair which I usually wear up in a bun so it is out of my face. My eyes are a deep blue which I love. I am not a normal girl though. You see I am a shewolf, my rank at the packhouse is an omega. I don’t know my parents because they passed away when I was just a tiny baby, so I don’t have any memories of them. The only thing I have is a necklace locket from my mother. I have never taken it off because it makes me feel close to her spirit.

He mustn't let his mind fall into disorder! "Soul-as-blade!" With a loud shout, an a-hundred-feet-long black demonic sword suddenly appeared in the sky. Dark clouds gathered and lightning thundered. It was none other than the third transformation of the Mystic Diabolic Enchantment, the Soul-as-blade. It was a fatal attack that used true souls as a sacrifice.

I gasped. Lunar Eclipse was more of a pack of mercenaries. No one knew the real names of the pack members, as they all had some sort of code name. The Alpha of the pack was known as Shadowstrike. Shadowstrike was considered the ultimate warrior, with skills that a normal werewolf didn’t possess. He could strike his opponents down with a single blow, but it wasn’t just because he was strong. There was a rumor that he could expel some sort of energy in his attacks that could knock someone down without ever touching them.

“Who are you?” Dragging all of my attention. The atmosphere surrounding me starts to change that the day became night and the light gradually crumbles into clouds of dust. Beaming in an ocean blue celestial body, the crepuscular ambient ignited making all the things visible. The lilac canopy on the tall trees, the floating sparkling specks of dust-like particles around, and down to where my feet land is a frozen river so clear and lucent. “You are the blade, Adira. Find your way back to him, back to where it all started.”

The Devourer stepped forward. "Give it to me." "No." Its golden eyes narrowed. "You don't understand what you carry." "I understand enough." I raised the Blade of Dawn. "You want my mother's soul." "I won't give it to you." The Devourer smiled. "Then I will take it." It lunged. Kael and I crossed our blades. Silver and gold exploded outward. The impact shook the entire chamber. Father joined us, raising his sword. Caelan summoned a wave of ancient silver magic.

My voice, amplified through the resonance of the Ancestral Magic, carried across every inch of flagstone in the central packhouse of Black Moon. Every pack member kneeling outside the gates bowed even lower at the sound of it. "In the name of the master of the Ancestral Magic, in the name of the true mate promised to me by the Moon Goddess, and in the name of my three pups who never got to see the moon." "I hereby strip the Alpha wolf soul from your body." "Effective immediately." The blue crystal on the hilt of the Northern blade lit up. A pillar of golden light shot straight up to the vaulted ceiling from where the blade embedded into Rowan's chest.