Savage Lynel Sword Novels & Stories

I wished to vanish before the Lycan could move closer. The Lycan, on the other hand, remained where he was. The presence of his devilish beauty turned the gory sight into an exhibition of his wicked ability. In his hands were two pastel boxes, and floating beside him was a long, slim, silver sword, dripping with a slice of Seraphina’s blood.

Not a metaphor. Not a storm. A tear in the very threads of the world. From it stepped Liora. But not the one I knew. This version wore gold and violet armor etched with sigils of old gods. Her hair was braided with strands of starlight. She held a sword I’d only ever seen in cursed prophecy books. Soulforged. Unbreakable. Meant only for the hand that betrayed heaven. “Step aside,” she said, voice like the echo of a bell tolling the end of time.

I blurted out, “I know there's something else you want, aside from me.” A smile appeared on his face, “I love that you see through me. You are right, I'm searching for something else.” “What is it?” I asked fearlessly. Alastor's face turned serious, “A sword.” He declared. “A legendary sword called Ashera. The sword was named after the first wielder, the first Ancient Lycanthropic dragon to transform into a dragon, becoming a god. After the dragon's death, the sword disappeared, alongside the dragon (Ashera).”

Lily yells as tears pour down her face. Savage stands amidst the smoldering remnants of the battle. Her gaze fixed on the Nexus device cradled in her hands. The power that coursed through her veins is both exhilarating and terrifying, a potent reminder of the untapped potential within her. She turns to face Lily, her expression a mix of determination and regret. “I had to do it, Lily. We can't let Malakai get his hands on the Nexus. The consequences would have been catastrophic for all of us,” Savage replies, her voice tinged with weariness.

“You say you have something that can send the Slaugh on its way to its next life?” “Yes, I do. It wasn’t easy to find, but it came with me from the old country. I’d almost forgotten I had it, but it’s still in good condition and holds the old magic still.” Nyree tapped the tiny sword on his hip. It didn’t matter the size. If the blade punctured a Fae’s skin, nothing would stop it from going to its next life. “This wasn’t a weapon of war, but a weapon used to meet out a grave punishment.”

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.

"Since you don't listen to me, I'll do it myself!" When seeing the sharp knife light coming at him, a trace of cruelty appeared in LLeny Holly eyes. He suddenly raised the huge long saber in his hand, and a strange pink color appeared on the surface of his arm. "Brother, don't!" Seeing this, Lidas Holly hurriedly shouted. But at this time, Leny Holly had already chopped down. "Nether Withering Bone!" The saber radiance instantly stretched out. In an instant, the smell of death filled the air.

He stumbled his words, not really sure what to say in response to her statement. Lynnette's lips thinned as she eyed him once more with suspicion. “You cannot fool me. That sword has the seal of the Knights of Terra. You know too much to be a simple guard, and no bandit knows as much as you do about my people, or magic, or much of anything really.” Fenryn rubbed the back of his neck. “It really bothers you that much?” He asked. “Can we not work together any further?” As he gave her a gloomy look, Lynnette found herself faltering a little. “I... no, no it is fine...” she grumbled, looking away from the man. “I just... you let me insult your King, so...”

He was in a complete posture to fight as he extends his sword just an inch to take the daydreamer boy out of his thought train, Noah smirked saying, "A minute ago you were a crying mess and now oh-am-brave play, you're an awesome actor." Lucious narrowed his eyes on him, and with pure seriousness oozing out, he said "Windy is not only for act its a real sword and trust me it can slice you better than any chef and give me a single reason why I shouldn't kill you and throw your body to my dogs?" Noah couldn't hold his chuckle anymore as he said, "Because first, I am a Royal of Anchancia, sire Selves' son. I am Noah Hilda Selves Xinlin."

The crowd echoed behind him as he raised his mace and nodded his huge head. Then my gaze shifted to the other warrior and stayed. Long black hair that grazed his burly shoulders. The body perfected under strenuous training. His hair had fallen into his eyes, and I couldn't clearly see his face from the side. Unlike the Boulder, this man was not built like a mountain but had an athletic build. He held a spear in his right hand like Aquaman. He jumped forward, straightening his spear, exposing his back to me. Blood trickled down from the wounds.