Elden Ring Onyx Lord Greatsword Novels & Stories

Instead of answer she asked him another question “So, you should also be aware she was engaged to the then Crown Prince of Alynthia, Richard?” “I have read about it…” Liam said softly. "At the time of their engagement, the rings crafted for them were the only two ever made from a particular stone. The ruby used was exceptionally rare, it contained the blood of the first dragon. To this day, no other piece of jewellery in the world has been made from that stone, as no additional source of it has ever been found." Liam furred his eyebrows “what does that have anything to do with what we are discussing about?”

’ everybody assumed impatiently. Tension of the crowd was aroused in alarm, their hearts raced with unwelcoming anticipation. Finally, a figure emerged from the huge waves as a victor, the sword of Eryndor– Eryndor, exhausted but triumphant, his Conch shell still clutched in his hand.

Not missing the tingling sensation that moves through my hand as my fingers brush along Lysander’s. “It’s always been yours Princess. It is the St Leger family sword.” He replies without even acknowledging the strange tingling, Stepping forward he gestures to a marking just at the junction of the blade and the hilt. “You see there is your families crest.” I bring the blade closer to my face and look at the markings. A snake winding its way up a sword, a pentagram in its open mouth. I run a finger along the design. “How did you get this?” I ask in awe.

Soon her eyes got stuck on the particular pair of electric blue ones, as her surroundings started to fade away and all her nervousness flew out of the window as she saw him standing tall and proud with hairs combed back into perfection and a gold crown assorted with gemstones such as sapphire, emeralds, opal and with a huge dark blue diamond in the front as he stood in the middle of the steps of the little stage in the middle of the sanctum. His chest was covered with black leather mail and his legs with black pants. He had a magnificent red cape that obscured his back. His one hand was on his back while the other one rested proudly on the sword around his waist. Aurora noticed his shaved fa

Count Croyso smiled and nodded, asking Thomas to take it. Selena brought out a dazzling short sword, its sheath made of gold and encrusted with gems, the hilt adorned with a large, lustrous pearl. It was incredibly valuable. Holding the sword with both hands, Selena said, “Father, you are a warrior, and this sword suits you perfectly. I went to great lengths to find it, so you must like it, or I’ll take it back!”

To ensure we were familiar with it in advance, Maria instructed Ethan to retrieve the artifact from her potion laboratory. As Ethan opened the box containing the artifact, we immediately felt the ancient and mysterious aura emanating from the Soul Lock Ring. Its appearance resembled an intricately crafted silver serpent, with a delicate metal surface embedded with complex magical runes. These runes shimmered with a bluish glow under the light, each one seemingly telling an ancient tale, imbued with indescribable power.

Nilah's Pov The Heart Of Aethelgard is a priceless, legendary artifact, a pendant made of a single, uncut "Star-Drop" diamond, encased in a delicate casing of silver. It was more than just a piece of jewelry; it was a historical relic rumored to have been lost during the Great Purge centuries ago. But more importantly for me, the Heart of Aethelgard was known in occult circles as the "Sovereign’s Shield." It was said to vibrate in the presence of toxins, protecting the wearer from any poison, hex, or dark influence.

"Maybe the answer is you throw the dagger from a distance and I kill the dark magic. There is always another way and we will come up with a solution." Elle nodded, silently, and swallowed hard. The last podium waited for her. Nova drew a breath and walked towards it, already dreading whatever she was about to see. The dagger resting on it was Elle's in size but nothing else. Gold wrapped the handle in a braided pattern. A diamond sat at its center, sapphires beneath. Two rubies gleamed where the blade met the hilt. It could have been the twin to Fin's gold sword or the counterpart to Jax's sapphire blade. Somehow, it felt like it belonged to both.

The king grabbed the handle and saw that it was a dagger exquisitely made. The tip of the handle was a mixture of silver and gold seemingly woven over each other. Between the handle and the blade was a dark grey gemstone shaped like a shield and its crossguard and quillon were shaped like that of a wave. Securing the dark grey gemstone, two silver and gold snakes crossed over each other with their tails ending at the edge of the crossguard.

He waved over a younger globin who wheeled in a double-edged silver sword. “B-behold, a sword that d-drains the blood of anyone who s-tands against it.” The globin revealed its potential. “And it goes for five thousand gold coins.” Lord Orc raised his hand, his armpit sprouting with overgrown hair. “Five thousand gold coins!” Another brute voice rose from the back. “Six thousand gold coins!” “I have eight thousand!” Someone growled behind Aetherion, startling the young king’s fearsome heart. Kaelric wasn't intimidated by tense power dynamics as fights never ensued during an auction—but a king's body would be found cold on his way back.