Elsword Ciel Novels & Stories

Nike's eyes darted to Ven, but the bastard had collapsed underneath the weight of their magic, the whole forest began to whisper, the trees shaking down to their roots as each sister infused more magic into her, their intent obvious, was to crush her, leaving nothing behind "I call on my favored one" Nike cried in desperation "Zephyr come!" There was a whoosh as the wind howled with a fierceness and swept the goddess and he lackey away "I'll be back!" she whispered letting the wind carry her warnings for her †† Councillor Erick Rowan

Nerina lifted her trident. "Tides." Kael ignited his spear. "Flames." Elara called forth emerald vines. "Life." Seraphine turned the Hourglass. "Time." Astra summoned rivers of starlight. "The Cosmos." Finally... Caelum raised his restored sword. "Redemption." Seven pillars of celestial energy converged upon me. Moonfire erupted from the Crown of Luna. The Sword of Eclipse transformed again. Its silver blade became pure white. The Crystal's voice echoed once more.

Dark vines whipped through the air, dragging more bodies upward, feeding on souls. Amaria’s eyes widened. “He’s stabilizing himself with celestial souls—Elias has to cut the connection!” “Then let’s clear him a path!” Kairis shouted. She slammed her foot into the earth again, vinefire exploding through the battlefield, knocking back creatures in waves. Dorian followed with a burst of flame. Kai, trembling, forced one last blast of glyphlight forward. “For Elias… go!” He collapsed again, coughing blood—but the path was open.

A woman with eyes like Crystal’s standing before a burning sky. Then a name. "Serathiel." Edwin stiffened. “No,” he whispered. “Not her. Not again.” Long ago, there had been another. A wolf born of celestial light. One who wielded power not meant for this world. One who tried to close the rift and paid the price. “She was the beginning,” the basin whispered. “And the flame never dies. It merely waits to be born again.” *Flashback — Years Ago* A younger Edwin knelt under the stars, a newborn child wrapped in silver cloth at his feet.

the dragon seemed to roar Ariet name for a long time only to receive a calm and full of gratitude look from the strongest Archmage of the world Ariet L'Caster. "Elish doesn't be too foolish to believe in the Raziel ... Take care of our Aysha; she is very naive... Ciel is a good person... you should value him more... Ah, at least were you who ended this torment... I can die in peace now..." Ariet voice was too soft and let a warm sensation, but every few phrases, he vomited blood, that is a painful image.

So before Elijah could act, it immediately grabbed the sword, and Elijah was about to forcefully pull it out of the monster's grasp but before he could do that, it suddenly turned to dust. The beast's iron armor clattered to the floor as they fell and its dust scattered across the floor. The sentinels became even more silent in shock. Elijah frowned. If his suspicion is correct, everyone who touches the sword except him will die. The sacred weapon is something that not everyone can touch. Only the rightful king of Wysteria can touch the sword and the rest will turn into ashes and will never be able to be reborn again.

he said caressing the tip of her hair. "Who are you?" Finesia asked and slapped his hand away from her hair. The unknown man grinned and when their eyes met, a vision of a raindrops suddenly appeared on her eyes, an everlasting raindrops. "I am the God of war they say but never did I became bad, I'm as good as the Sun, but I am neither kind when it comes to my interests. I am the Son of Ephelitius and I am your brother, Finesia." The raindrops stopped and it was eaten by a light.

Scarlet whispered, breathless. A sudden crash of glass made them both snap their heads toward the window. A shadow slithered inside, fluid, immense, and unmistakably Lamia. Scarlet stumbled back. “Wh-who..what..?” “Izel,” the newcomer hissed, his voice sharp, venomous. “So this is why you ran away?” Izel’s jaw clenched, stepping instinctively between Scarlet and the intruder. “Cyd… don’t do anything stupid.” Cyd’s laugh was cold, melodic, dripping with contempt. “Stupid? My mate is here… with a human… like some kind of… lover?” His tail lashed, brushing against the floor, vibrating with suppressed fury.

Like they were being controlled by her, being called forth by her. A wild storm raged above us with lightening striking the ground and thunder rattling the very air around us. The static from the storm combined with the electricity from Jenevive caused tiny balls of light to begin racing through the room. The tension had boiled to the point of exploding, which it did out of her mouth. She let out an echoing blood curling scream that bounced off the wall and swirled around and around. If I had thought the Soul Eater's scream was high pitched and ear splitting it was nothing compared to Jenevive's.