One Sword Reigns Supreme นิยาย & เรื่องราว

She did fall in love and that too with her knight. ****** 5 ACE MEMBERS: 1. Namit Khanna[BOOK -> YET AGAIN] 2. Dhruv Kapoor[BOOK -> EMBER TO MY FLAME] 3. Arjun Malhotra[BOOK -> THE KNIGHT AND HIS PRECIOUS] 4. Kiaan Chauhan 5. Hredhaan Rajvansh This is the third book in the ace series and is about the third ace of the 5 ace group, Arjun Malhotra. ********

I paused, throat bobbing as clutched my mate in my arms. “You look surprised,” he sneered, his glowing eyes locking onto mine. “Did you think I’d fall so easily? I am not easily killed.” I clenched my fists as I passed Aurora to her mother again. The silver sword in my sheath was begging for me to bring it out now. It was the only thing that could ever kill a hybrid. I stepped forward, towards him, bringing out my sword from my sheath. “Your reign ends tonight,” I said firmly.

"I have a very important matter that needs to be discussed with you" " What is it? ". " They know about the swords".She turned to me. "Who knows about the sword and how and there are two? ". "I can not tell you who they are. With time you will get to know. Yes there are two. The Sword of Sacrifice is the other one. One of your enemy's ancestors used to work for me. One of them deceived me so I banned them from coming on my land. If their ancestors had not served me so long I would have removed their existence by now" She was fuming by now as if remembering the incident has made her blood boil. She composed herself .

"Not!!! We're close to winning! We don't need to care about the senile swordsman's warning! Let's end this battle!" shouted one of the higher-ups from the Juda River cult. Chaos exploded. Chaos is no longer a question of who is against whom but a dispute between alliance members who have different decisions. “Swordsman Xu Xiaofei is still the strongest swordsman amongst all of us! If he orders a retreat, we'd better back off!” one of the representative swordsmen from Sanzu Alliance tried to speak up.

Although their visors were up, they were still too far away for her to see their faces clearly. Iona had never seen soldiers before, but that didn't mean her father didn't know those men. He had many acquaintances that Iona had never met. This thought somewhat calmed her pounding heart but didn't wholly dispel her doubts. The men were wrapped in their cloaks, but the swords hanging from their waists were partially revealed. They didn't hold a banner, so she couldn't tell which clan they belonged to.

They wanted chaos, and in that chaos, they would strike me down. Cesar's hand lingered on the map as he sneered. "She took my empire. I'll make her die on the battlefield she's most proud of. This time, the hunter and prey will switch places."

“It exists a thousand years ahead of your time. Here, it is 2021. There, it is 3021. The geography mirrors Earth’s, but its population is smaller, tightly controlled. Resources are abundant. Our technology far surpasses anything here.” Mauve rolled her eyes. “And what does that have to do with me?” “I said, questions later.” His tone snapped like a whip. He continued, “It began with the First One—Arnold Dein. Descendant of Earth. No one knows why he was chosen, but when his gifts manifested, he opened the portal to Elite. From him, the monarchy began. Each ruler is a descendant of Earth, marked by abilities. There have been seventeen so far, Mauve. You are to be the eighteenth.”

"When the land fails, the people die. To be their Queen is to feel every stomach growl, to carry the guilt of every failed harvest. This is the Weight of Living. Will you take it?" I looked at the suffering of my people, and my heart felt like it was being crushed under a mountain. But I didn't turn away. I couldn't. "I will not rule from a high throne!" I shouted into the void, my voice cracking with emotion. "I will be the dirt beneath their feet! If they starve, I starve! If they rise, I rise!" The Final Trial: The Mantle of the Mountain The vision shattered. Gaia stood before me once more, holding a crown of raw, jagged obsidian. It looked impossibly heavy, like it was forged from the co

"A hundred days and a hundred nights he labored on the third blade, and as it glowed white-hot in the sacred fires, he summoned his wife. 'Nissa Nissa' he said to her, for that was her name, 'bare your breast, and know that I love you best of all that is in this world.' She did this thing, why I cannot say, and Azor Ahai thrust the smoking sword through her living heart. It is said that her cry of anguish and ecstasy left a crack across the face of the moon, but her blood and her soul and her strength and her courage all went into the steel. Such is the tale of the forging of Lightbringer, the Red Sword of Heroes. "Now do you see my meaning? Be glad that it is just a burnt sword that His Gra

Nash held the sword as he beamingly inspected it from all angles. He then took his upper-grade spiritual tool out and passed it to the First Elder next to him. “First Elder, it looks like I can only give this upper-grade spiritual tool to you. I’ll be using this ultimate-grade spiritual tool in the future; keeping the upper-grade spiritual tool would be useless for me.” The First Elder was stunned for a short while before he took the sword happily. “For me? Great!” He laughed with mirth. “I won’t reject it then. This shall increase my combat power greatly!”