One Sword Reigns Supreme นิยาย & เรื่องราว

it was rumored that any werewolf who wields the sword would rule the realm for eternity. A fresh war broke out amongst the Houses because of the sword. Lands were left desolate, bodies littered the highways, cubs lost their parents. Those who didn't die by sword or claws died by plagues. Subsequently, the Moon Goddess hid the location of the sword from natural and supernatural eye. But, here I am, holding the same sword. With a smirk on my lips, I whistled to The Mutes. "No more games, boys. Leave my mate alone!"

The three blades killed all the five giant beast. Both of Onana's fighting strategies fell short of his Majesty's. The animals' blood left scars throughout the entire area. The big round-shaped metal blade completed its task, and shortly after, it vanished from the scene along with the insects. His Majesty was not fatigued as a result of the elixirs he had consumed and had more energy to employ additional combat strategies. His Majesty gave orders for his army to use the triple-dangerous sword methods he uses. His warriors quickly yielded, allowing three lethal swords to slide through as they raised themselves to strike three Onana colleagues who were presidents.

The divine god had gifted both two sword that were magical, they were identical and was the symbol of authority the divine god had granted them both. The younger brother and the elder brother eventually collide into a fight right at the center of the planet and the two twin swords were used, however the divine god did not inform them about how the two swords work, the two swords are twin swords and are supposed to be used together to fight evil and not to fight each other. So by fighting each other the two swords lost their powers and eventually disappeared after the clash between the two brothers. The younger didn't back off and insisted on dividing the planet in two, although the elder bro

A medium lengthened double H sword with a tint of white and gold appeared beside his palm, so he gripped the grip of the sword and slashed it in the air in front of him diagonally to the left. Who will win? Good or Evil ?

the councilman ordered, his voice echoing across the grounds. I approached the table, scanning the blades laid out. They all looked heavy, intimidating. My hand trembled as I reached for the bronze sword. The moment I gripped it, I could feel its weight pulling me down. The tip sank into the sand, and I struggled to keep it upright. Selene reached for the silver sword, lifting it with ease. She looked at me, her lips curling into a smirk. She wasn’t just confident, she was certain of her victory.

“I am not a sword to be pointed for whoever sits on the throne. I am heir. And you know that.” “I have trained for this. I know this pack I know what they need. She just showed up, and you are willing to hand out the throne to her. Someone who cannot defend herself. Someone who doesn’t even know her place here.” Damien continued talking. His voice echoed through the hall — and I felt shame burn my skin. The Spiritfang spoke. “What is it you want, Damien?” “I invoke the ancient decree of the First Fang,” he declared. “And claim trial by combat. Before the Council. Before the Pack.”

The man with the long sword ran to him as quickly as he could and was forcing his sword to stab the neck of the man in front of him. Lixien stepped up and took the sword he was resolute in holding using her power and she held it blade with her index finger and middle finger. The sword shook and the blade crumbled into pieces. Suddenly, in the middle of the commotion, the soldiers who didn’t sense her presence, kneeled and shouted. “May you live in longevity and may the god bless you, Your Majesty; the Empress.”

“You may proceed” The man nodded in return, then slowly unsheathed his sword and stepped closer behind Edric. He aimed his sword in the air as Edric squeezed his eyes shut. With one swift movement, the man swiped his sword across Edric’s neck, slicing all the way through. Edric’s head flew off and bounced then rolled across the floor. The crowd cheered and jumped around in applause. I turned to face them and gave them a little bow with my head then left the platform with Mallon, Matthias and my other two guards. Just as we were leaving I could hear the shouts of men and women, chanting, “Long live the queen. Cheers for the great queen.”

"Battle raged on across the continent, until finally, Markelus faced off with Eon. He drove his sword to the tyrant's heart, and killed him. Henceforth he became known as the Godslayer, and his weapon, the-" "Sword of the Godslayer." Minos swung his arms sidewards, like a musician that just delivered a heartwarming ballad. "So you're not really after my father, you're after the sword." "Yes." "You could have just said that." "Where's the fun in that?" "The only one who had fun in this room was you." Cassana glanced at Rei, who gave her an affirmative nod. "I hope you're not planning to be a bard, because you are terrible at it."

Instead it went through the amulet and the middle of my chest, all the air gasped out my lungs, but the weapon wasn't what surprised me, it was who held it. I could take only a small breath for my last words. "Since I can't kill him, then she will. You know that don't you?" I sneered, as I laughed until he twisted the long blade further into my chest, I coughed up blood, and before I went into forever slumber I hear his words. "If it's a war my dear sister wants, then I'll tear her kingdom down." He whispers in my ear, and that's the last thing I remember.