Lucina Sword Novels & Stories

The air was still, carrying the faint scent of moss and earth, and the dappled moonlight filtered through the clouds above, casting a mosaic of light and shadow upon the altar’s surface. I took a deep breath and made my way toward it. As I approached, I could see the water shimmering, as if it was alive. Setting the scepter down next to it, I grabbed the knife. I could see the moon in the reflection slowly becoming whole. As soon as I could see the entire moon in the water’s reflection, I cut my hand, allowing the crimson drops to fall in the water. The sparkling water rippled and the rings began to glow.

She stood near the fireplace with her hands at her sides and her face composed with the specific composure of someone who has been in confined, high-stakes situations for twenty- three years and has had considerable time to become comfortable with them. Lucien was at Aurora's right. He had drawn his blade — the black longsword with its red-veined pulse, hissing faintly in the cold air of the lodge. The runes on his forearms glowed red at their edges. She could feel the shadow power radiating from him the way you feel heat from a fire without needing

Caroline, a she-wolf who has been considered a monster since she was a child, can she break the tragedy spell and find her MATE?

his voice dropped, sharp as a blade, “—he endangered my mate.” The air shifted. I felt it. A collective tightening. Fury rippling through the wolves who had sworn to protect me as Luna. That was when I noticed movement at the edge of my vision. Lucian. He emerged from between the ranks carrying something massive in both hands. A blade. Not a ceremonial sword. Not an ornament. This was execution steel. Long, broad, heavy—its surface dark and unadorned, forged for a single purpose. When Lucian reached Raiden, he knelt briefly, presenting the weapon with both hands.

Die for his beliefs and his people. "Then why aren't they coming to rescue you?" She asked with a bloodthirsty glint in her eyes. "They are not fools! You are! Valencia Luciano! You are a fool! They will take revenge for me! They will come for me!" Luciano laughed as if watching a comedy before her. "Oh, come then. Let them come! And I'll wipe every single damn demons off this world, starting with you," she unsheathed a sword with a gleaming red handle. The handle and blade was elegantly designed and carved with red rubies.

I said to her, and the boss remained calm. "Did you hear that? She turned to the boss. "Women and jealousy What did Hilda do to her? I questioned myself within my breath, snapped my fingers, and sighed. "Lucas, we are going to travel to the Ork Mountains. I have learned over the years that there is a magical sword that has the ability to kill Lycans. You know, as long as he has the royal bead on him. No charm or powers can come to him." The boss explained, and my face flushed with curiosity.

He looked at me sharply. I met his gaze, something feral and bright burning behind my eyes. “They don’t have admin rights.” Understanding slammed into him. A slow, lethal smile curved his mouth. Before he could answer, the lights died. Total blackout. Then emergency illumination surged—deep crimson, bleeding through the crystal walls like living arteries. The Sanctuary wasn’t panicking. It was arming itself. Lucien drew his sword. Not fast. Ceremonial. The blade sang as it cleared the scabbard—a sound that vibrated through my bones, old and absolute. Runes flared to life along the steel, burning gold against black metal.

As soon as they stepped in, Lucianne smelled silver coming at lightning speed from above, and two blades came into view in Sylvia and Emilia’s way. Lucianne pushed Emilia’s wolf away before taking the blade for Sylvia, groaning as she fell to the ground. After extracting the blade with a mild concentration of silver from her arm, Lucianne shouted, “Get out of here, now!” Sylvia stubbornly insisted, “We’re not leaving you, Lucy!” “EMILIA! DODGE!” Lucianne exclaimed when she smelled another blade coming. The blade narrowly missed the Luna, and Lucianne pulled Sylvia and Emilia out of the hall before peering through the doorway.

Where did Miren get her incredible physical strength, and how did she get so fast? She did not give Lucas a moment's rest as she rushed toward him brandishing the deadly sword to kill him. Miren threw her legs, kicked Lucas in the chest, and used the sword to rotate in a circle, slashing away the tentacles that were writhing crazily. Lucas was knocked unconscious. Because the sword was covered in blood that had been spilled by Miren, it transformed into a lethal weapon that posed a threat to Lucas's life.

The sword felt cold, even through the minion’s thick, clawed hands. Its blade shimmered with a subtle red hue mirroring Lucifer’s intent. The dark aura surrounding it whispered death. One of Lucian's trusted minions stared into its cruel shimmer, something unexpected flickered in his eyes, a memory.