Heavenly Inquisition Sword Webnovel Novels & Stories

“mm..m.My name is Ray the hawk, y.. you majesty, and I’m a in charge of the hunting team of this village, mostly because of my good skills in hunting with the bow and detecting ability in stalking the pray, m..my king” Don’t disappoint me or you will…… get obliterated… body and soul. Come general.. Take your reward. He come limping because of fear but his eyes as bright as the stars, he cant run from this thing, especially after becoming like him somehow. “Give me your hand”, while kneeling, I raised my hands and one of them get some wound like scratch, not deep but shallow wound, but further power start filling my vines, like I can transform any time I like.

This was their normal demeanor. The sense of helplessness within Alpha Levi suddenly became heavier. Author’s preview of the next chapter: Enchilarse Sword has no scabbard? Go buy one, everything is available in the fairy market under Fugari Mountain. Hold on, madam, don’t put that X drug in the water! Stop, don’t go!

I said, laughing disdainfully, “I will take revenge on you, tear you to pieces!” Rowan grinned, saying mockingly, “I look forward to your return, your majesty!” As soon as his words fell off his mouth, his arm swiftly and accurately pierced my chest, precisely digging out my heart. Blooms of blood appeared on the bed sheet, like some kind of cruel artwork. “Moon Goddess, please give me a chance to be reborn!” I silently pleaded, just before my heart was harvested. At this moment, the dazzling full moon suddenly emitted a blinding white light.

"No! Kael hurried to her side and yelled. Damon moved ahead of the charging shadow monsters, his blade flashing as he struggled to keep us safe. I raised the heavenly blade high and turned back to the anchor. "This is over!" In my hands, the celestial blade's brilliance pulsed in time with my heart's thunderous beat. The anchor was in front of me, its surface pulsing with the might of the Void and cracking. The air felt heavy and oppressive as if a hiss of dark energy were released with every fracture.

What witch is she talking about? No time to figure it out. We close in. Pop grabs one arm. Dad the other. Ma and Rowen each grab a leg. She’s immobilized. I straddle her back, raise the sword—and slam it into the back of her skull. Blood erupts, spraying me—face, chest, arms, legs. It sizzles instantly. Acid. I scream as it burns through my skin. My whole body’s on fire. I collapse backward—but Rowen catches me just before I hit the ground.

I knew that the trials had started, and I was ready to face whatever lay ahead. The Goddess raised her hand, and a figure emerged from the shadows. It was a woman, tall and imposing, with skin as white as snow and hair as black as night. Her eyes gleamed with an otherworldly intensity, and she carried a sword that seemed to shimmer with an inner light. "This is Arachne, your first trial," the Goddess said. "She is a warrior of great skill and strength. You must defeat her to proceed." I nodded, my heart racing with anticipation. I had never been a skilled fighter, but I was determined to win. For Leila, for our family, and for the truth, I would not back down.

“What do you mean? Who is watching?” “Agatha,” her mother interjected, her expression turning grave. “The High Priestess Agatha. She has been alive for over a thousand years, fueled by dark magic and a thirst for power. She senses your potential and will come for you. You must be cautious.” “But I want to fight back!” Aqua exclaimed, desperation threading through her words. “I don’t want to hide anymore. I need to know how to harness my powers.”

"The sky is ours, Kael. It's finally ours." As the world began to celebrate the "Day of the Shield," Leo looked up at the obsidian needles. They weren't leaving. The Custodian's voice echoed in his mind one last time. "The Hunger-Prime is only the first shadow. You have proved you are a shield; now we will teach you how to be a sword. The Galaxy is waiting for the Synthesis."

“You are heir to more than Sterling blood. You are heir to the forgotten throne. Heir of the goddess cast aside.” Her throat tightened. “No… I’m just—” “You are the flame reborn,” the spirit interrupted, voice fierce. “And the world will bow. Ash to ash. Fire to fire. You will rise, or you will burn.” The fire surged higher, enveloping her in light. She felt heat course through her veins, fierce but not destroying. It was power. Claiming her. Becoming her. Tears blurred her vision. “I can’t—” “You already are,” the spirit whispered. “Queen of the Ashes. Heir of the Forgotten Goddess.”

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.