Darkmoon Blade Dark Souls 3 Novels & Stories

I reached down into the Daywalker Amulet resting against my chest, pulling the ancient, concentrated UV-magic directly into the metal blade. "Burn," I whispered. The dark Moon-steel ignited into a blinding, radiant blade of pure sunlight. But I didn't swing at her impenetrable bone-armor. I thrust the blazing Sun-Blade directly upward, stopping inches from Lyra's face. The eruption of concentrated, weaponized ultraviolet light in the pitch-black evening was blinding. Lyra shrieked, her sensitive Lycan eyes entirely overwhelmed by the sudden, point-blank explosion of miniature sunlight. She stumbled backward, her hands flying to her face, completely disoriented and temporarily blind.

After coming out of seclusion… “Mr. Moonshade…” Elise offered, “Do you need Celestial Blade Sect’s help?” Andrius thought about it and said, “There is something I need your help with.” “What is it?” “I need you to help me find three things.” Andrius elaborated, “First, a Soul Renewal Fruit imbued with karma. Second, the blood of a divine-level phoenix. Third, an Aureate Immortal-stage immortal blood.” Elise raised her brows at those words. “I do, in fact, know some clues.”

Aerian screeched. It was so damn dark where she was it was almost impossible to see her. Even with my wolf vision I could just barely make her out. The only part of her that was easily seen were her eyes. They were glowing brightly. There were three dead wolves lying in front of her. The others were standing there snarling at her as she stood over Benny’s unmoving form. I let out a growl as more wolves descended on us. I heard someone yell at me. As I looked over my shoulder, I saw a wolf lunging towards me. Before it could land on my back a stream of the brightest light, I had ever seen hit it. The wolf flew several feet way hitting a tree. When I looked at the wolf it was burnt to a crisp.

“Would either of you mind telling me where I am?” “Dark Moon pack territory, in Mercius.” Lucas answered. “Mercius? I’ve never heard of it. How far away from Zodia are we?” “Zodia?” Selene snorted. “Lucas, I think he’s knocked the sense out of himself or something, nothing he says makes any sense.” I was beginning to become irritated at the lack of useful information from the pair. The more my irritation rose, the worse the itching in my gums became. I was curious about the girl that was my mate, but more then anything I wanted to find the way home.

Something is amiss, but before I can even make an attempt to run to their call, there is a group of four men approaching Victor and me. Their presence is ominous, their attention clear. They are here to take us and take us by force. And by what force? By the dagger that yields the hand of one of these mortals, by its deep blue, purple shine, it is very clear that these are indeed part of the seven horsemen, and the very dagger is the Darkmoon blade, a blade forged to kill even the strongest of mythical creatures. If you can master the power of such a blade, then you can harness all the power that it does possess. But this still does not explain why Connor and Elloise are missing, for their p

Something is amiss, but before I can even make an attempt to run to their call, there is a group of four men approaching Dagon and me. Their presence is ominous, their attention clear. They are here to take us and take us by force. And by what force? By the dagger that yields the hand of one of these mortals, by its deep blue, purple shine, it is very clear that these are indeed part of the seven horsemen, and the very dagger is the Darkmoon blade, a blade forged to kill even the strongest of mythical creatures. If you can master the power of such a blade, then you can harness all the power that it does possess. But this still does not explain why Connor and Elloise are missing, for their po

Lions and goats clung to her garments, crawling up her shoulders, their stone claws digging in, making the entire figure feel disturbing. Pelin’s grip tightened around my hand. “Manolya,” she whispered. “I don’t like this.” “I know,” I murmured. We moved deeper into the temple, inching closer to the statue. My hellblade began to glow, its familiar red sheen flashing ominously in the dim light. Pelin gasped softly. “your blade.” I looked at her hand. Her weapon glowed in response too. “Demons or creatures” I whispered. “where is it? I don’t see anything?” Pelin said cautiously.

My lower body is aching, my wolf roaring in my mind for the very mark Ronan just promised to give me. I clench my fists, forcing my breathing to slow down as I turn back toward my war-table. The Bloodmoon Trials Arena is three days away. Malachi thinks he can trap me, Darius thinks he can talk me down, and Ronan thinks he can tame me. I pick up my dark silver sword from the table, unsheathing the polished blade under the moonlight. None of them have any idea what is coming for them.

The descent of the obsidian void-blade was a slow-motion catastrophe. It wasn't a weapon meant to draw blood; it was a conceptual guillotine designed to sever the "Mate Bond" at the root. Silas Blackwood watched the colossal shard of darkness approaching, and for the first time in three years, he didn't feel rage. He felt a profound, quiet clarity.

Her heart hammered with every strike and blow. They clashed repeatedly, sparks flying as light and darkness battled for dominance. Alex’s strikes were precise and powerful, driven by his unyielding love for his family. Daimon countered with raw strength and malice, each swing of his blade aiming to crush Alex entirely. Daimon’s laughter echoed across the battlefield as he swung his darkened blade, infused with pure malice, directly at Alex. Alex’s wolf barely dodged, the blade slicing through the air with a hiss and shattering the ground beneath him.