Lucina Sword Novels & Stories

YUNA'S POV Lucian had been talking since we left the dining hall. "—and the man sitting three seats from father had a sword with a gold handle," he was saying, his small hand firm in mine, his steps quick to keep up with my pace. "Did you see it? The handle had wolves on it. Real ones. Well, not real ones but carved ones. Can I have a sword like that?" "When you're older," I said. "You always say that."

C76: The White-Leaved Moonherb Lucian remained beside Raine for a few more minutes before finally standing up. His gaze lingered on her pale face for a while. "I will be back soon," he muttered softly and kissed her forehead. He turned around and went to the sword stand and picked up his shiny black sword. He never loved using swords, he believed in his claws because that was what he thought was befitting for whoever betrayed or went against him. He remembered the physician's words, he needed to keep his beast in check and fight with the sword, even though he wouldn't guarantee it would work, he left the tent after a glance at Raine.

He knocked the sword from her hand in two moves. “Again.” They went over and over. Each time she lasted a little longer. Every time their blades touched, faint silver sparks danced along her sword. Lucian moved easier when the light touched him. His left arm stopped twitching completely. By the fifth round, sweat poured down her back. Her thigh wound reopened and blood soaked through the bandage. Still she kept swinging. Lucian finally lowered his blade. His eyes burned as he looked at her. “You’re not weak,” he said quietly. “You’re dangerous.”

On that throne sits the Luna, regal, elegant and powerful. She is beauty sharpened into steel, every line of her face perfect and severe, her silver gown sweeping like spilled moonlight down the steps. Her crimson lips form a malicious smile, and a golden crown with emeralds and rubies rests against thick dark braids threaded with silver. She is ageless, gorgeous, and magnificently evil.

“He’s wrong. And he’ll see that soon enough.” I nodded slowly, breathing in through clenched teeth. Then I pulled away from him and walked to the window, staring out at the White Snow lands beyond the glass. Let it come, I thought. Let them think this is enough. Let them think Elena is untouchable. When the war comes, I’ll remind them all who I really am. Just then I heard a knock on the door. Soft and sharp. It creaked open, and Lucy stepped inside, her presence always deceptively soft. A silk robe, hair in perfect coils, but I knew better. That woman could slit a man’s throat and not spill a drop on her sleeves.

He smirked, planting a kiss on Tianah's forehead. Despite the agonizing pain, I still lifted my gaze to Tianah and struggled to speak. "Why?" I asked. She rolled her eyes and hissed, "why isn't she dead yet?" She asked furiously. "Relax baby, it's supposed to be a slow burn." He turned around to talk to Tianah but she was already ahead of him. She took the knife and drove it into my stomach for the second time. I screamed in pain as I fell hard on the floor, my spirit was adamant about dying but my body had already given up a long time ago.

I know that at any moment, Lucian could strike. "Lucian , please," i said, my voice barely above a whisper. "Don't do this. We can find a way to work things out." But Lucian was already in motion, bringing the sword up above his head. I closed my eyes, waiting for the inevitable impact. Suddenly, I heard a loud clanging noise, and when i opened my eyes, i saw that Lucian had dropped the sword. He was now holding his head with both hands, as if he was in pain.

Her eyes shone with a dark light after she heard those words. Twenty wind slashes were instantly released from her position which crashed on Justin's greatsword. He managed to block them again only to find out that twenty more slashes were coming from a different direction. He hastily activated a spell that made his sword incredibly sharp and fast which cut away all the attacks. However, Lucinda was already in front of him at that moment. Justin reactivated the spell and his complexion paled, his greatsword became so fast that it directly intercepted Lucinda's melee blow. Then, Justin's vision became black as a 5 feet tall snake stopped his attack with its fangs.

But Luna's unwavering determination never wavered, and they pressed on. Suddenly, they came upon a massive chamber, its walls adorned with intricate symbols and ancient markings. In the center of the room, atop a stone pedestal, lay a majestic sword, pulsating with raw energy. Luna's eyes widened with recognition. "The Sword of Light," she whispered. "Legend has it that this ancient artifact has the power to banish darkness." Amelia approached the sword cautiously, her hands trembling with anticipation. As she reached out to touch it, the room rumbled once more, causing debris to fall around them.

The sword. It did not gleam. It glowed, soft as a breath, rising in intensity as Lucien crossed the ring of fire drawn on the floor. The flames didn’t leap or snarl; they leaned in, slow and watchful, curling around him as if tasting the air for a story worth telling. Saphira stopped, one hand on the relic tooth at her throat. “It’s waiting,” she said, voice a ghost of a thought. Lucien nodded, eyes on the blade. “Yes.”