Remlit Skyward Sword Novels & Stories

I watched coldly as Ean led Helen to the guest room. Just as she was about to enter, a flash of lightning lit up the sky. A loud crack of thunder followed, and she shrieked, throwing herself into Ean's arms. Ean stiffened, but Helen clung to him. "Ean, I'm so scared. Can you stay with me tonight?" His hand lingered on her back before he gave a reassuring pat. "Alright." At that moment, I felt like a fool, because I, too, was terrified of thunder.

Hothead: As my pod falls faster and faster, the window ejects, and the floor tilts. Sliding out of the pod, I fall through the cold night sky toward a sand-covered ground. With my arms and legs spread out, I reach for my sword as I spin around in the air.

Therefore, even in the face of Excalibur, Gram did not show any fear, just like Durendal in the hands of Dorian. With a single attack, ten thousand normal sword weapons would be broken. "Seventh Sword Technique." This was the first sword strike that Jason had just comprehended since he began learning swordsmanship. He wanted to know how many strikes the old fellow could withstand. The two forces burst out and then rushed into the sky. The morning sun was covered by these two streams of sword Qi. A gorgeous light appeared in the sky, like a nebula circling in the sky. "It's a pity that I can't witness such an unprecedented battle. I have to go and have a look today." An old man said with his

The massive fractures slowly stitched together under the pressure of their combined power. But the process was unstable. Too fast. Too violent. Reality trembled. Across the battlefield, warriors shielded their eyes as the sky turned into a blazing ocean of silver light. Caelum’s wings spread wide as he stared upward in shock. “She’s not just repairing it,” he whispered. “She’s rewriting the ritual.” The First Immortal stood in the sky, his expression no longer calm. The beam of destruction he had fired vanished into the explosion of moonlight before it could reach them.

The song was enchanting, but it carried an undertone of something wild and untamed. Ezra, clutching the Celestial Harp, said, "The Harp's resonating with the fusion. I can feel its energy growing, trying to maintain the balance." Liora, concern evident in her voice, responded, "We need to guide it, to ensure this fusion doesn't spiral out of control." Niamh, pointing towards the horizon, added, "Look there! The sky, it's... fracturing!" True enough, the sky was a canvas of swirling colors, with cracks of brilliant light breaking through, creating pathways to unknown dimensions.

The Tiancang Sect’s mountain showed up on the eighth morning, and honestly, it was overwhelming. Three peaks, all lashed together with white stone bridges you could spot from miles off. Clouds tangled around them, drifting a little too purposefully to feel natural. Waterfalls spilled from the cliffs but disappeared into the mist before they ever touched the ground—like the mountain was too grand to let anything just finish. Cultivators glided between the peaks on their swords, tiny as birds from where Lihua stood. Their robes caught bright flashes of light.

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.

My name is Elora and I reside at the Blue Mountain Packhouse. I have a slim figure, long curly blonde hair which I usually wear up in a bun so it is out of my face. My eyes are a deep blue which I love. I am not a normal girl though. You see I am a shewolf, my rank at the packhouse is an omega. I don’t know my parents because they passed away when I was just a tiny baby, so I don’t have any memories of them. The only thing I have is a necklace locket from my mother. I have never taken it off because it makes me feel close to her spirit.

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.

Lia settled into the bleachers, her heart racing with excitement as she watched the boys compete on the ice. Tyler stood out, gliding effortlessly across the rink with a grace that left her in awe. It was as if he had been destined to play hockey from the moment he could skate. With each swift movement, he danced around his opponents, demonstrating a skill that took both Lia and the crowd by surprise, especially when he outmaneuvered Asher, a player known to be the king of hockey in Crestwood.