Novel & Cerita Mors Mihi Lucrum Sword

Lixien didn’t give a glance to Leen and continued examining the sword. If it’s from seven mountains, then this must be the ‘Flaming Red Fire of Lava’. It was a sword that everyone is obsessed with. It’s a sword that chooses his master. It also can talk from others' descriptions. She squinted her eyes. Why is Vailn giving her such a precious gift? She snapped her fingers and blinked. Her brows were slightly frowned as she was understanding why he was being too considerate or was it not considerate?

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!”

Rivyn grimaced. “Siorin suggested that you make a sword?” Leamoira looked at her son and then his wife. “It was nothing, mother,” Rivyn told her. “We were discussing what would aid Liera in her quest. We discussed armour, and then Siorin suggested a sword… It was a logical progression from the conversation. A dagger would have been unimpressive, a bow too complicated. A sword was the perfect solution.”

‘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!”

I said pointing at the brand new swords inside the bag. He brought out the sword and unsheathed it right in front of everyone. The sword gleamed with a sharp, polished blade and a sturdy hilt, its metal shone brightly as the sunlight penetrating through the windows reflected on it. A loud murmur erupted from them as they pointed at the sword, with a shock expression on their faces. “Silence everyone.” I ordered as I cleared my throat to draw their attention. They kept quiet immediately, as I began to speak. “I ordered these swords after Lucien threatened me the first time.” I began.

“Why’d Nexus choose you?” He stared at the closed elevator for another beat, then reached for the button to follow when Shu’s old words echoed sharply in his mind. “Nexus’s familiar should be lurking around his successor. Be careful not to cause any trouble with him—because the last time we met, he made an entire empire bleed.” Yin’s finger froze mid-press. “Oh. Right. That guy.” He backed away from the elevator like it had started growling. Tapping his chin, he mused aloud, “Ahh, a Fenrisúlfr, huh?”

On the pavilion floor lay a sword carved with a dragon, and standing on it was the man who had shouted. He stooped slightly, breath ragged; his eyes were bloodshot, bulging as if they might pop from their sockets. Through gritted teeth he thought, 'Xiu Jian is a damned wretch! I can’t even burn his sword!' Indeed, the trembling, furious man was Huang Fu, and the blade beneath his boot was the Sacred Dragon Sword. He had tried to set the sword aflame—yet not only did the flames refuse to take, the fuel he poured seemed to be absorbed and vanished, drying as if swallowed by the metal itself.

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It seemed the howl had attracted the rest of the rogue pack, as I could hear them moving through the forest and calling on their comrade's names now. Where the hell was Alexander? I scanned the whole area with my sharpened vision, looking for him, but he was nowhere to be found. I decided to copy his earlier actions and closed my eyes, focusing on my thoughts. Where are you? I called out to him. The murderer's men are coming. There was silence at first, and then he replied. I'm at the border of the forest, to the west. Go to the horse and meet me there. Alright, I replied, then morphed into my human form just as my uncle's men broke into the scene of our fight. "Oi!" One of them yelled and p

"Thank you, Aunt Cleo. This means a lot to me." The pendant Aunt Cleo gave Aqua was nothing short of mesmerizing. Crafted from sterling silver, the pendant was shaped like a delicate crescent moon, symbolizing the mysterious and potent nature of Aqua's powers. At the center of the crescent nestled a large, oval-cut gemstone that was uniquely clear, like a drop of captured morning dew. The clarity of the stone made it particularly special, as it reflected Aqua's emotional state, changing color with her mood. Intricate filigree work adorned the crescent moon, with tiny symbols and runes etched into the silver, each representing protection and strength. The craftsmanship was exquisite, making i