Hawkwood Swordgrass Dark Souls 3 Novels & Stories

Whoosh! The huge soul sword that was fighting against the three Divine Void Warriors completely swallowed the red light. The grayish-black sharp sword acted as if it came from an abyss as it broke through the attack and defense of the first three Divine Void Warriors. The sword pierced through the bodies of the three Divine Void Warriors within the blink of an eye. As the three huge soul swords pierced through their bodies, the first three Divine Void Warriors instantly turned into red specks of light and floated in midair.

Leela said, ' Then give me your hand. ''Ezra said, Leela gave Ezra her hand. Ezra grabs it rip her necklaces off her neck. Ezra was wearing a necklace with a sword on the end of it. Ezra whispers a name to herself. The sword in her hand became bigger. The sword was a long, broad, curved blade made out of steel. Wrapped expensive, white sharkskin. The sharp dual-edged blade makes this the ideal weapon if you're looking to slice, dice, stab and jab your enemies.

It was a pathetic and undeniable craven existence but it was how they were winning the war. Dave let out a sigh. "No. He used a HG blade." I nodded. A brilliant man named Henry Gomez spent his life developing a UV spiked, but essentially silver based liquid that could be applied to any metallic object, leaving a coat of active poison that would kill both shade and host upon entering the their shared body. Something in perfectly balanced formula temporarily imprisoned the shade and as long as the wounds you inflicted on the human were mortal, the shade shared the same fate. The HG liquid had become as precious to us as light bulbs. It was hard to come by at the best of times, especially out h

”Wai, I want to buy the sacrificial sword“ [Sacrificial sword. A sword that helps the user make a blast that is 10x his normal hit. This would only happen one time for every 25 seconds. It cost 150 harto. You currently have 195 harto. Do you still want to purchase it?] Hah… I only have 195 harto left. Wait… we are still having a quest right? There would be a reward after that. Clicking the notifications, the time remaining before this quest ends is… [00:34:28] Almost half an hour. Maybe we can make it. I just need to stay alive till then. The sound of my feet touching the cold wet floor can be heard as I walk downstairs. Weird… but, I feel like… something is not right.

"What do you suggest? We don't have another way to destroy the horcrux beyond the use of fiendfyre, and we don't want to risk losing the stone." Croaker said to Erik, who thought for a moment and extended his hand. Croaker thought that Erik would summon the sword of Gryffindor, but was surprised that when Erik made his grabbing motion, what appeared was not a sword, but a dagger inside a sheat. Erik was holding the dagger by its sheath, which was made of an unknown material that had a very dark blue color on it. In fact, it was so dark that it was almost black. The handle of the dagger seemed to be made from the same material as the sheath. The guard was in silver and had the shape of two ra

I traced the hand holding the gun, and my sight met that of the pair of eyes that'll forever hunt me. They were bloodred eyes!

It seemed the howl had attracted the rest of the rogue pack, as I could hear them moving through the forest and calling on their comrade's names now. Where the hell was Alexander? I scanned the whole area with my sharpened vision, looking for him, but he was nowhere to be found. I decided to copy his earlier actions and closed my eyes, focusing on my thoughts. Where are you? I called out to him. The murderer's men are coming. There was silence at first, and then he replied. I'm at the border of the forest, to the west. Go to the horse and meet me there. Alright, I replied, then morphed into my human form just as my uncle's men broke into the scene of our fight. "Oi!" One of them yelled and p

There was a clump of hair, long and matted with dark stains, and next to it lay a bloodied dagger. Liam let out a sharp, hissed breath as he leaned in to inspect the weapon, and his eyes widened in recognition. It was a heavy blade with a distinctive ivory hilt, the official weapon of the Blackwood Alphas, and Liam muttered that it was Ronan's dagger. They had both thought he had lost it in the chaotic battle with the rogues back then, but here it was, buried in the middle of nowhere and covered in something that looked like dried gore. At the same time, I felt a knot of nausea tighten in my stomach as I looked at the clump of hair. It looked suspiciously similar to my own, the same shade an

On the pavilion floor lay a sword carved with a dragon, and standing on it was the man who had shouted. He stooped slightly, breath ragged; his eyes were bloodshot, bulging as if they might pop from their sockets. Through gritted teeth he thought, 'Xiu Jian is a damned wretch! I can’t even burn his sword!' Indeed, the trembling, furious man was Huang Fu, and the blade beneath his boot was the Sacred Dragon Sword. He had tried to set the sword aflame—yet not only did the flames refuse to take, the fuel he poured seemed to be absorbed and vanished, drying as if swallowed by the metal itself.

The last thing I saw before the darkness took me was Kael’s face, not full of madness, but full of a grief so profound it felt like the world was ending. And then, a new voice spoke. Not from the room, but from inside my own dead heart. “Wake up, Maya. The third edge isn't a choice. It’s a weapon.” My eyes snapped open. I wasn't in the cathedral. I was standing on a field of white bones, facing a massive, three-headed wolf made of shadows. And in my hand was a sword made of gold and silver.