Hawkwood Swordgrass Dark Souls 3 Novels & Stories

Without a word, James raised his hand, and a flash of purple-gold light manifested into an extremely beautiful and sinister longsword. “What sword is that?” the three exclaimed simultaneously. “The Jademora Sword,” James replied softly, immediately slashing out with it. In an instant, accompanied by a piercing sword cry, three Sword Lights shot towards the three of them. The sharpness of the blades and the ferocity of their momentum were unstoppable and terrifying beyond belief.

I whipped around in a circle dodging the other front leg and slashed again. The dragon let out a howl then slowly, like a felling tree, the creature came crashing down. Blood soaked the ground as it pumped out of the wounds I'd left in the beast. The golden hazel eyes swirled. I landed in front of one of its eyes. The Aurora Sword shortened. I slipped it back up my arm with a command.

Lixien didn’t give a glance to Leen and continued examining the sword. If it’s from seven mountains, then this must be the ‘Flaming Red Fire of Lava’. It was a sword that everyone is obsessed with. It’s a sword that chooses his master. It also can talk from others' descriptions. She squinted her eyes. Why is Vailn giving her such a precious gift? She snapped her fingers and blinked. Her brows were slightly frowned as she was understanding why he was being too considerate or was it not considerate?

It also provided a combat power bonus that enhanced one's tenacity. "This is a good find!" Severin then focused on familiarizing himself the Scarletsky Sword. With his offensive weapon secured, he sought a defensive treasure and found a palm-sized bell known as the Darkgold Bell. Crafted from ten thousand years of star iron smelted from deep-sea snowgold, it released dark and golden energy upon activation. Each wisp of that energy seemed to weigh several thousand pounds. Its strength could level mountains and empty seas, making it a useful item that could serve both defensively and offensively.

Morgana's hounds were flesh warped by darkness and muscle bound up in sorcery as they rushed forward but their trajectory was purposeful and straight for us. "Holding the line!" I shouted, adjusting in mid-air. Fur exploded across my skin, bones breaking, reshaping. My paws hit the earth with claws gouging deep into soil with the taste of blood filled my mouth before I’d even registered my first kill and the hound squealed, shadows leaking from its body as my jaws crushed its throat. At my side, Lucian was a whirlwind of darkness, his wolf form shrouded in writhing shadow, tearing beasts apart with elegance that made them howl like they were being unraveled.

Lucifer growled through gritted teeth, directing his question inwardly to his wolf, Annihilator, who had been silent ever since April's disappearance. There was a pause before Annihilator responded, his voice a deep, resonant rumble that echoed within Lucifer's mind. *I lost the scent in the forest,* Annihilator admitted, his tone heavy with the weight of failure. *Someone used oak flower on her—it masks the scent completely. We’ve been outmaneuvered.*

she said, tightening her grip on the sword, her breath ragged. Drakoen smile. He proceeded to release dark shadows from his hand, summoning a weapon forged in the abyss. A black medium sword. Black smoke was emitting from it and the unbearable stench of rotting flesh and blood. Mercedes didn't let that bother her. She had to stay focused on her enemy, not let him get the chance to strike her. Mercedes narrowed her eyes at Drakoen, clasping her sword with both hands.

He walked towards me, grabs me by the arm and hugged me tightly. “Destiny, please come back” I heard him crying. “Hikaru…” I returned his hug and rest my head on his shoulder. As he wipes his tears from his face, he apologizes. He sat down again, his head was looking at the ground. “You’ve inherited Destiny’s sword, might as well have her throne.” “NO” I shortly replied, he looked at me. “And never ever!” an angry voice was heard. Hikaru stood up in surprise, I was still holding the sword. On the staircase stands, Aiomi.

Third Person's POV If his skills would improve, he could also help take some pressure off Adelaide. She picked up the last weapon. The sword had a dull, dark sheen. The hilt was made from a beast's skull, the guard was carved into a ferocious wolf's head, and the crossguard was embedded with a power-charged wolf-eye stone.

This gruesome sight made the room's contents not look like a luxurious palace but a cruel slaughterhouse with a suppressing aura. Draco pulled out the sword forged by Bowen. The hilt was made from the trunk of the Sacred Mana Tree, and the blade was made from dragon scales. Magic gems were embedded along the hilt and blade of the sword. While walking along the corridor, Draco smacked and slashed at every demon-beast that came attacking him like insects.