Lucina Sword Novels & Stories

She sensed Olivia walking up to her side as they both, together with the audience, watched the scene unfold. She witnessed Lucius lifting his hand up in the air and a sword crafted by lightning appeared on his hand. She became amused that he wasn’t bothered with the lightning. Tiny bolts flickered around it. While Axl’s sword was made purely out of the hardest metal – tungsten. It glistened as it caught sight of Lucius’ lightning sword. They slowly walked towards each other and exchanged words Emily couldn’t clearly hear, due to the fact that she was still flabbergasted that Lucius’ immortality has returned because of her.

"Goodbye, Moonborn." Gina closed her eyes, preparing for the strike, wishing she could have told Gabriel she loved him just one last time. *SHINNGG!* The sound of metal tearing through flesh echoed through the clearing. But Gina didn't feel any pain. She opened her eyes slowly. Standing directly in front of her, his back to her, was Lucien. He had thrown himself over her body to act as a human shield. A massive, jagged black sword was protruding completely through the center of Lucien’s chest. The dark, corrupted magic of the blade was already turning his veins black, spreading rapidly up his neck.

Both of them showed no exhaustion as they exchanged sword swings and blows. . Lucia and her opponent exchange blows and Lucia blocks with her hard unbreakable staff. "Flamai!, Iceo!" Lucia's staff float in between her arms as she points them towards the assassin, a flame and semi-frozen water appeared and a mist was created. The assassin couldn't see and just run in Lucia's general direction. When the person got out of the mist, the assassin sees Lucia. "Control! Knife set," and 6 daggers flew out the person's pocket and fly toward Lucia.

She replied in her head, staring at Ralph, who was engrossed in the thing he was staring at on his laptop. "You can kill him, Lucinda; if he sees you trying to attack him, he will still die anyway." Lucifer remarked. "I already arranged for that. Look under your desk; there is an emerald sword there; it can kill demons, so I believe it can kill a human like him." Lucifer stated. She slowly looked under her desk and saw the edge of the sword. A gasp escaped from her lips. She squatted and drew the sword out, staring at it with wide eyes.

Kisona said as he ambles due to some injuries. "I also wondered about that and that lightborn you're holding. Can I take a look?" Lucia gestured her hand to grab the sword from me. "Here." I gave her my sword as I follow Kisona and Lucia who was walking. "Where did you get this?" Lucia asked. "Oh, I just picked that thing up along the way when I was following you." "But why are the numbers in a weird arrangement? Who could be the past owner of this sword?" Lucia said as she leaned on Kisona, asking for his opinion.

He seemed to be aiming a long, sharp, pointed weapon until it hit the eye of a Lycan who wanted to attack him. Lilly shifted again to look at the next painting. The injured Lycan held its eyes with one hand while kneeling. Blood oozed from the wound which crossed from his forehead to his chin. Lilly was sure that kind of wound would leave a scar. She gasped after remembering that she had seen someone with the same wound. “Luna Lilly, good morning.” Lilly jolted when she heard a sudden voice greet her. She turned her head and an old woman was waiting for her at one of the tables, not far from where she stood.

“And this one obeys only me.” The ground trembled again as the two Lucians locked eyes. Power crackled between them, like a mirror about to shatter. Saraphina raised her hands, fire blazing gold and furious. “You think this changes anything? You think you can use love as a weapon?” Malrec’s grin widened. “Love is the weapon, girl. And I’ve just turned it against you.” He gave a single command. The shadow lunged. Lucian met him head-on, the clash of their blades echoing through the ruined city. Sparks flew, light and darkness colliding so violently the air itself screamed.

"A cursed lineage taking over from a cursed man. It fits perfectly, doesn’t it?" Thorne’s eyes met mine, and sympathy and caution meshed into his stare. “What do we do, Alpha? There’s bound to be unrest and power struggles. And with her...” “The Luna of Death,” I murmured. The title hung heavy in the air, chilling the room with its implications. “We need to tread carefully, Thorne. She’s a living weapon, destructive and unpredictable.” Thorne nodded, understanding the unspoken complexities. “Do you want to reach out? Offer some kind of truce or—”

‘This is justice. Lucien stood up, his legs shaking, his face pale as death. He drew the great sword from his back, the blade gleaming with an ominous light in the chaos. The Sword of the Moon. The only weapon capable of touching a divine vessel. The moon goddess had left it before disappearing into thin air. He walked forward, step by agonizing step, against the pressure that tried to push him away. “Aurelia!” he called out, his voice raw and broken. “My love! Look at me! Please!”

Claws gleamed on some hands. The lead warrior stepped forward. He was tall and strong. “Lucas! You were captured. Now you walk with the enemy? And her?” He pointed at Scarlett. “She stole our supplies. She attacked us.” Lucas let go of Scarlett’s hand but stayed close. “Listen to me. Scarlett is not the enemy. She is the true Luna. Her blood can heal this pack and make us stronger.” Whispers moved among them. A few wore stunned expressions. Head shakes followed, quiet but clear.