Jacaerys Velaryon Sword Novels & Stories

“No. We left when we found this sword.” “Can I see it?” “Yes.” He handed him the sword. Myllyof looked at it, as did Velsusi who ran his fingers along the blade and then examined the hilt. “Thank you.” Velsusi gave it back to Erwaith. “Guard it well.” “I will, Old Hawk.” Erwaith went to check on the crew. “Well?” Myllyof sounded anxious again. “Well, what?” “What is the sword or rather, whose was it?”

"I know it sounds ridiculous, but I can detect the presence of werewolves from afar through my intuition, Prince Arthur. Besides, if they are planning to use boats, targeting them will be a piece of cake. You can be assured that my prowess in archery skills will never let any enemies come closer to the Kingdom!" Next to speak was Aravis, who did the same. She proceeds to explain her expertise as well. "My weapon is crossbows filled with poison for werewolves. Although I can't target enemies from the sea, we can't rule out the possibility of being attacked by numerous werewolves from a short distance!" After Aravis, Arwen introduced herself. "My weapon is falcata. I moved swiftly like the win

Count Croyso smiled and nodded, asking Thomas to take it. Selena brought out a dazzling short sword, its sheath made of gold and encrusted with gems, the hilt adorned with a large, lustrous pearl. It was incredibly valuable. Holding the sword with both hands, Selena said, “Father, you are a warrior, and this sword suits you perfectly. I went to great lengths to find it, so you must like it, or I’ll take it back!”

My breath caught in my throat as I recognized him. "Jameson," I whispered, my voice barely audible but the horror on my face written in bold letters. My heart raced a minute. He smirked, a twisted satisfaction gleaming in his eyes. "At least I get to finish the job," he said, his voice dripping with depravity. He raised the sword high above his head, the blade catching the light. My heart raced, a mixture of fear and resignation flooding my senses. This was it. The end.

I couldn't blame him, though; no one could hear the car's soft-running engine unless they possessed power like mine. Being a Lycan, I not only had sharp eyesight that could see through thick darkness, but I could pick up any smell or hear anything, even if it was still miles away. "Doctor Kedeva is approaching; open the gate for him." I said it firmly, emphasizing the urgency in my voice. The guard hesitated for a moment before finally nodding and reaching for the gate controls. The car drew closer, and I sensed the increased thumps in my heart. I was happy that Sony could finally get a treat and mad at Kedeva at the same time. He knew how important he was at the pack and that he was suppose

Zara let out. ‘No, no, no! We can’t let her go just like that. We need her!’ Drew practically screamed. “Will you be able to survive out on your own in a new kingdom?” Zara thought about it for a couple of seconds. “I could wait tables and carry out other menial jobs until I found my footing.” I reached for her wrist and lifted it, my hand wrapping around her delicate wrist. “What about this?” We both looked at the brand on her wrist, dark and bright. A Lycan devouring another lycan under the red light of a moon eclipse. It could be identified from a mile away.

The cutthroat in the middle of the three yawns, “It's boring. Sigh, you are not in your best condition Crimson Blade. Was it because you are already wounded? But you have just a mere wound. I even brought my troupe to face a high ranker like you. Not to face a weakling version of you. Or was is it because of your beloved weapon are not here with you? Rumor has said that it was the legendary sword that our Shizun especially gave to you. The Black Spring forged by best of the best blacksmith. Or was it because your skills rusted already? You even allowed yourself to be wounded. Anyway, if you are not going to use it give it to me, Co-slayer.” Zitrey knows these three, they have fought once dur

Magically, my body floated to an upright position, and my eyes fluttered open. Nagama. The sword of justice. It glowed bright green, beautiful to behold. The hilt was made of pure gold, which made the blade heavy to lift. Shannon, the first Daughter of Eve used the same sword in her conquest against the Lycans. After her death, many werewolves broke into a haze, seeking the sword, but couldn't find it. it was rumored that any werewolf who wields the sword would rule the realm for eternity.

“Choose.” My gaze drifted between the swords, but my heart already knew the one I wanted. The gold-and-azure blade. “I’ll take this one,” I said, stepping forward to grab it. Its light flared brighter as I touched it. Veylor’s eyes narrowed. He appeared like he didn't expect me to choose that. Even Lucan seemed surprised. “That’s Darkill,” the High Chancellor indicated. “A legendary sword once wielded by the first ruler of the sea. It was forged to bring light to the ocean’s deepest darkness. Its energy is vast and far too much for your current self to draw.”

The journey back from the Abyss was a haze of exhaustion and triumph, the weight of the Sword of Eternity a constant reminder of what they had achieved. Elena rode at the front of the small convoy, the blade strapped across her back, its silver light casting a soft glow against the darkness that surrounded them. The sword hummed with ancient power, a resonance that vibrated through her bones and settled in her chest like a second heartbeat. Kaelen rode beside her, his hand never straying far from hers, his obsidian eyes scanning the horizon for any sign of pursuit. The journey through the shadow lands was treacherous, the path winding through valleys of ash and across rivers of black water t