Hawkwood Swordgrass Dark Souls 3 Novels & Stories

I roared as wolves rushed to surround us in the gritty foyer, their eyes appearing black and shiny in the halo of the light from their fire-sticks. The guards forced Hagrid to kneel behind me before Klein Markov jogged up with Roderigo to hand me my sword. The thick shiny blade would have been impossible for any other wolf to hold up, but I held it easily, feeling the dark power of it trace up my fingers and arm. “Please! I've told you everything I know! Alright? Big boss doesn't let us mutts know much about the work!” He screeched, forcing a burst of red to shoot out of his skewered nose and trail over his swollen lips.

Abe nodded his head at Aegeus. "20 more to go" A few kilometres away from the site of the battle, a man clad in a robe with the insignia of a Wolf on it was approaching Abe and the others' location. He smelt of several different herbs, and in his hands was a blue potion. As if he wasn't peculiar enough, he carried another thing that was a source of great fear to Zandorians; for strapped onto his back was a blade that was as dark as the night and as cold as winter - the Dark Sword!

I need my sword. Reaching behind my back, I feel the cool, smooth texture of my marking shift beneath my fingers. There’s a brief moment where the ink pulses, almost as if it’s alive, before it solidifies into the hilt of my sword. I draw it out, feeling the familiar weight settle into my hand. The blade hums with energy, a glowing blue that pulses in time with my heartbeat. This sword is mine, a part of me, born of my blood and soul. Athena’s gift, forged from my very essence.

If it was given crystallized energy, it might level up and become a weapon used by the Warlord. “It’s this one?” Kayson looked at the long sword with the scarlet edge, the one that looked as if it was stained with blood. Ghoul Sword nodded. “Yes, I named it Hemodrinken.” Kayson asked two more questions. “How did you know my location?” “I am acquainted with the richest man in Clouspring, Joseph Wadley, and I asked him for help.” Kayson scrunched up his brows. It was Joseph again!

His color in his eyes turned drained to grayscale. Almost instantly, the metallic hollow rings in his grip dissolved, and another sparkling soul Armas appeared. Inside his right grip, a long silver long sword with a pitch black hilt emerged. As soon as the sword appeared in his grip, a dark chain also emerged from its hilt and wrapped tightly around his wrist. A burst of spark stretched across the field. The ground below his feet turned to dust, and he stormed with his unsuppressable fury holding the Hell-Flame sword. Now that he had opened his berserk skill, the time was of the extreme essence.

After that, it started to howl in front of the little sword. The little sword replied with a sound that sounded like firecrackers exploding, and black smoke started to appear from it. It immediately turned green, the same shade as Silly Husky's eyes. Silly Husky howled one more time, and the little sword began to fan out. Twelve flying swords turned from Eldrige's black color into translucent emerald green. They looked much better. Silly Husky bopped its head in delight as if aware it just did a good job.

"Jack wolf, please!" With a surge of adrenaline, Jack Wolf summoned every last ounce of strength. The spear shone brighter, its power surging through him like a river of light. Eryndor's eyes widened in surprise as Jack Wolf's grip tightened, the spear's tip pressing deeper into his chest. The dark magic swirling around him began to falter. Eryndor stood on his ground. The air was electric with the clash of steel and the scent of sweat and blood. Eryndor's Shadowing dagger seemed to dance in the moonlight, its dark blade slicing through the air with a haunting screee-ksss.

Swoosh! The Immemorial Dragon Sword appeared in Lucas' hand. Lucas leaped in the air, lifted the Immemorial Dragon Sword, and slashed with it aggressively. "Ultimate Shadow Sword!" The Rank SSS God Ranked Skill was unleashed and in just a split second, the location of the Dark Races had a shocking explosion. It was just a result of only one slash from the sword! At that moment, only the leader of the Dark Palace of the northern area, Hoe, was left alone.

My head swam with frustration, I was powerless in all of these matters because of this damn bracelet. I heard rustling in the bushes just a few feet from where I sat, my stomach turned as I thought of all the creatures that could possibly be lying in wait for me. I stood slowly bracing myself to start running again when I suddenly felt something whistle past me leaving and excruciating pain in my left shoulder, it was an arrow. Was Draven really trying to kill me? I let out a Yelp as the pain struck me, causing me to fall backwards onto the ground and hitting my head on the cluster of rocks next to the large tree I had rested on. A dark figure appeared from the darkness of the bushes, his f

No, it couldn’t be… The large beast flapped its serpentine wings above her head as it came in for a landing. It’s scales took on the color of honey, shining like mirrors in the sun, and it landed with the grace of a blue heron, as it’s onyx talons clacked against the concrete patio. Madchen gasped as the beast shook it’s shiny scales, and sitting atop its head were two beautiful black horns. Ruby eyes blinked in the morning mist, eyes that looked vaguely familiar to her.