Savage Lynel Sword Novels & Stories

I whispered in awe as I watched my childhood obsession right before me, in the flesh. Nytheria, the sword of Aramun, the first immortal prince of the royal line of werewolves, the first lycan, personally gifted by the moon goddess. The sword grand prince Aramun used to slay the demon prince a thousand years ago was in my new room staring at me.

Reagan says. Nathan is on his knees in front of the Council. He’s not restrained in anyway other than by their very powerful auras. “Warrior Nathan, how do you plead?” Queen Lily asks him. “I’m innocent!” he yells, and I get the disgusting metallic taste in my mouth. I see Reagan, her sisters, and all of their mates’ lips curl in disgust. “Lie,” Queen Leana says. “No, it’s not a lie! It’s the truth!” he yells and several of us, myself included, growl at the intensified taste of metal in our mouth.

If she kept complaining about this sword situation, then Liora might start getting suspicious about why she cared so much about it, and that was the last thing she wanted to happen right now. The truth was that Lynn had been wanting to get her hands on that sword for a very long time, and she had been planning to have access to it once Liora was gone from her life. But now her foolish twin sister had gone and given the sword to someone else entirely. It was a sword that she had been planning to possess ever since she had discovered that it had the power to kill absolutely anything, even things that were supposed to be invincible. It had even been strong enough to kill their father, who had b

As for the lolita, she said, “Senior, you spent so many spiritual stones just to buy this kind of garbage wood? Isn’t that a foolish thing to do? The last time when you picked up the Chaos Bell, that was due to your ability. So why would you write it off as a favor to Sanctuary World? They’re the ones who didn’t appraise their goods properly, and no one else is to blame.” Alex was in a fabulous mood. “That’s true, but I just want to show my gratitude. As cultivators, we need to have a grateful heart.” Not long later, another new item came up. This time, the Chaos Tree didn’t move, but Neela did. It was a sword. The name of the sword was Sinking Snow. ‘I didn’t expect to see this sword here.

Lyn's fair face was being disdainful. Suddenly, she summoned a long green sword. Swoosh! A chilly ray showed up, followed by a sword that looked like a dragon. Lyn was a Rank 2 Transcendent Being and it was only a given that the Blood Sucking Evil Wolf would not be able to defend against Lyn's sword ray. In just a split second, the tens of Blood Sucking Evil Wolf all dropped to the ground. "How's that? I'm powerful, right?" Lyn looked at Lucas, arrogantly.

The second Ryder’s sentence ended, he immediately launched a Thunder Strike attack! Upon seeing that, Lyndon quickly used his sword technique to attempt to block it! Unfortunately for Lyndon, Ryder had mastered the three strongest styles of the Thunder Sword technique… and if Lyndon wasn’t Ryder’s match all those decades ago, there was little hope of that changing! With that, in just a single strike, Lyndon found himself so terribly injured by the aurablade that he instantly vomited blood when his back crashed onto the ground…!

he added leading the way out of his chambers and sealed the doors behind him. “Oh! Take one of these. It might surely come in handy.” he said offering me a magical sword known as a lycan slayer. The lycan slayers were swords forged with one of the most rare and most powerful elements of silver in existence brought into being during the dark era long before vampyres and lycans started to get along with one another. Besides the regular silver blade, the lycan slayer could disintegrate a lycan within a matter of seconds after contact with one.

Under their influence she naturally had a sharp eye. The purple-haired silver eyes were the symbol of Yalans, and the proud ancient clan actually appeared on this battlefield. If he was killed, it could be regarded as making contributions to the world. There was an eager look in Little Alice's eyes. As the figure got closer and closer, a long sword was quickly drawn out. The long sword was called Dainslef, which was made by Devin himself. Compared with his sword techniques, Devin’s skills of forging swords were more outstanding. After all, he used to be the owner of Sword Tomb.

But his blue eyes held a wicked light, and his lips fought a curl of smug satisfaction. “Princess Diandreliera of Uyan Taesil,” Rivyn announced gravely. “Although the Fae Court is not prepared at this time to mobilise against the Queen Clareath’s takeover of Uyan Taesil, we recognise and honour your efforts on behalf of the brethren there. As such, I, Rivyn Nae Ederne, offer you my sword,” he produced the sword from the air with a flourish that drew exclamation even from the jaded courtiers. “This is Intuin Desparen, the Heart Blade.”

His straight brown hair stopped at his shoulders. He was the other man I dreamed about. Where Talon’s jaw carried perfection in every classical curve, dream man two’s face was powerful angles of steel. The only real way to describe him was savage. Shivers of awareness ran down my spine. His entire body screamed power. Talon stepped between him and the Humvee. “Your sword should be in your hand,” Sable whispered so softly I almost missed it. I quickly removed my jacket and pulled the sword in the small confines of the vehicle that had seemed roomy a few minutes ago but was too tight a space to wield a sword.