Falcon Blade Terraria Novels & Stories

He picked the sword and used an eagle eye to look at the sword. [Shadow Blade] (Legendary Rank.) Attack power: - 124 All attributes: - +50 Attack speed: - 70 Attacks have 20% chance of dealing 2× damage, having 10%chance of reducing opponent’s damage. Equipment Level: - 0 Levels can be increased by feeding the sword 10 basic equipment’s. (Can be Evolved). Additional skill 1: Doppelganger. Can create a doppelganger and it will have 50% of owner’s attributes. You can control the Doppelganger. Time limit 1 minute.

Fearlessly facing his decade-long enemy, the vampire nemesis of their history. The cold zephyr blew, and the warm breath he was hauling became visible as he steps furthermore. Still, Vander remained standing. Bold and with no sign of fear to be reflected on his face. His eyes flashed red and the sword on his hand ignited with blue flames as the environment around them changed and perhaps it was from Vander’s ability of illusions. “It would be nice if I were to end you here. Do you still remember where we are?” he taunts as the sound of crickets occupied.

With the support of the Swift Wind Sword Technique, Sebastian's sword speed was a notch faster than before, instantly slashing four times. Each sword left sword marks on the falcon, and the damage became increasingly severe. A significant portion of the falcon's health bar was depleted in an instant. Feathers, usually cherished, fell all over the place, leaving many areas bald, with blood flowing like a spring, presenting a pitiful sight. The falcon was in agonizing pain, crying out repeatedly. But it also knew that Sebastian was challenging to deal with. Not planning to give him another chance for a close-range attack, it quickly spread its wings, flying into the air, flapping its wings.

Connor pleaded with teary eyes. Darach looked away. . . They had entered the wastelands and it might be their last journey together because already Darach had seen the creatures from the dark, for example, the Bearded Vulture with a unique diet of eating a wolf's bones, who's currently following them like a shadow, waiting for their demise. So why not reveal the pain that he was carrying in his heart. Why not share his pain. . . "It feels like someone had clawed my beating heart out of my body, plugged a knife in it and now he's twisting the knife repeatedly." Darach said with a straight face, looked Connor's eyes.

I was assaulted by the heavenly fragrance of eucalyptus and soon we had reached the part of the forest with the eucalyptus trees. “Where are we headed exactly?” Alex asked looking around. “Do you remember the shield mentioned in the book?” “Hmm… the one that shields the golden land.” “Yeah! It is said in the book that the screen is made of something vampires can’t tolerate.” “And eucalyptus oil is unbearable for vampires. That is the reason we have to the part of the forest that has eucalyptus trees. Do you really think we would reach the Golden Land if we walk through this forest?”

Sharp talons grabbed her by the shoulders, lifting her out of the boat. “AAAAAH!” she screamed. She was being lifted up and flown over the water, kicking and flailing. The compound came into view, and whatever had her descended to the ground. Madchen gently landed on the lawn, only to look up and see a huge black dragon standing over her. Warm breath puffed from it’s nostrils onto her face, and it’s green eyes bored into hers. The dragon turned it’s head toward her, it’s shiny onyx scales shimmering. It lumbered closer to her, nudging her up from the ground with it’s large head.

She could still them for a bit if she needed to, but it was clear to her what Slate had in mind. As they ran toward the window, both of the men shifted into nearly identical dragons, Flint’s slightly smaller than Slate’s. The younger brother broke through the window, darting out into the sky while Slate paused a moment, waiting for Nya. With no hesitation, she mounted him, running up his tail and wrapping her legs around his neck. His great wings began to pump as he followed his brother through the shards of colored glass and out into the sky.

He always uses a golden glove to hide it. "What do we do father?.." I asked. "Her blood can make the king immortal." Harrod answers. "Who?." "King Gerald's daughter." Father replies. "So?." "Get me her blood or I'll take away your right as the prince!." Father says with a serious look. I sigh and nod affirmatively. "No worries. Where is she?." I speak through gritted teeth. I'll do anything when it comes to having the throne!!. SAGE ACADEMY

I flew slowly because even though the sword is light, it still adds weight to my baggage. A little more and I found a village on sight. A village near the ocean. I landed near a small forest to hide. But as I landed, a man saw me. I looked at him look at me. I was scanning his entire being and when my eyes landed on his, it felt like I was teleported into the deepest part of the ocean. Is this him? Zale? "You are a fire elemental, must be from the Grymkin's forest." He stated. If I wasn't able to use such as elemental wings, I would get here much later.

Her tattoos flickered weakly before vanishing altogether. His heart kicked into overdrive. He dashed forward, claws scraping across the ice. Above her, the Light Fae summoned a colossal blade. It was forged of pure light, rimmed with a ring of floating ice crystals. It was aimed straight at Arah. Gildeon threw himself over her, wrapping his arms and wings around her limp form, shielding her with everything he had. The fatal blow was coming. He was ready to take it— Until a sudden presence made the world stop.