Novelas y relatos de Moonlight Sword

Yassyr panicked, shouting to the two elders as he rushed forward. "Moon Deity's Nine Slashes, Bright Moon Aurora!" With both hands gripping her sword, Elara swung it persistently, sending out waves of pure white sword energy. Explosions followed wherever the sword energy touched, raising clouds of dust. Under the full moon, the Moon Deity Sword combined with the Moon Deity's Nine Slashes displayed its utmost power. If Alexander had witnessed such swordsmanship, who knew how he would have reacted? Elara's attack turned the tide instantly, putting her on the offensive against the three.

I gasped. Lunar Eclipse was more of a pack of mercenaries. No one knew the real names of the pack members, as they all had some sort of code name. The Alpha of the pack was known as Shadowstrike. Shadowstrike was considered the ultimate warrior, with skills that a normal werewolf didn’t possess. He could strike his opponents down with a single blow, but it wasn’t just because he was strong. There was a rumor that he could expel some sort of energy in his attacks that could knock someone down without ever touching them.

The others also saw clearly that Felix was standing there, unmoved. "Go ahead. He has been hit by my Moon Strike. He no longer has the energy to block other attacks." Then, a sudden sound of something tearing through the air sounded. In the next moment, a sword landed between them and Felix. The sword was sharp on both edges. It was silver and crescent-shaped. It swayed gently back and forth, following the wind.

And there, emerging from the brilliant light, stood a figure we had not expected to see. It was Luna, the enigmatic witch of the Silverwood, her eyes gleaming with ancient knowledge and power. She held out her hands, a barrier of energy forming between us and the nightmarish entity. "Luna," I whispered, relief flooding my voice. "What are you doing here?" Luna smiled, her voice carrying a note of urgency. "There is more at stake than you realize," she said cryptically. "The true path lies not in confrontation, but in understanding. Conquer your fears, and you shall unlock the key to the Silverwood's salvation."

I said. "Do not relax at supposed victory." He said and in a blink of an eye, he was already pointing his sword at me. "How can I beat you?" I asked teasingly. "Staying alert." We trained and I found a mark on his hand, he had concealed this wearing long sleeves always, even in summer, but my knife tore through it, "You're from sunju pack?" I asked, the mark was a representation of a crescent moon and a star, He rapidly covered it and I could see he was scared of people finding out his identity.

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?

How could he, the servant, let his Master face danger? But Arlen saw a different picture; there was no way those men in red, navy blue and white uniforms could be bandits after a loot. They had to be warriors from the other kingdoms. "Julius, I have to protect you," Arlen explained. "No, I won't let you leave...I," Julius froze when Arlen knitted his brows, landing a finger on his trembling lips. As the beta held his breath, Arlen slowly took his spirit weapon. Moon was made of a unique stone that helped Arlen control his powers. It could take the form of any weapon its wielder envisions within a split second. Once Moon's double-edged blade was entirely created, it tore through the curtain t

He sat up with my help, a confused look on his face. "Who are you?" He rasped. "I'm here to tell you what I know about the crescent sword. We don't have much time, so I'm going to be quick" she told him and he frowned. "The crescent sword is the only sword that can get rid of deities like Hera. It earned it's name from both the fact that a beam of the crescent blue moon had taken part in it's creation, and the sword possesses the shape of a crescent. It was last seen in the mountains of the king of the undead"

My fingers are on my chin as I crouched and looked at it. The cover or the sheath was silver with a few pints of gold, I don't understand the engravings etched on it. Because of my curiosity, I held it and released it from its sheath. Unlike other sword, its blade was bluish and silver, the handle was wood in color and the cover was glass. It was not as heavy as it look. I lifted it up and swayed it... Imagining I was a samurai fighting some bad guys. I chuckled.

Stephen smirked. “Yeah you’re right. This place fits me well.” They all talked for a while but now it was getting dark the moon was coming out. “We should probably go inside.” Greg said. “I think the supper’s also ready.” Stephen told. Dara kept on looking at the moon. It seemed as the most beautiful thing she has ever seen. Ellen shook Dara, “Come on honey it’s getting dark and cold.” Dara went inside with her family but she wished to stare at that beautiful thing for a little longer.