Novel & Cerita Savage Lynel Sword

Magically, my body floated to an upright position, and my eyes fluttered open. Nagama. The sword of justice. It glowed bright green, beautiful to behold. The hilt was made of pure gold, which made the blade heavy to lift. Shannon, the first Daughter of Eve used the same sword in her conquest against the Lycans. After her death, many werewolves broke into a haze, seeking the sword, but couldn't find it. it was rumored that any werewolf who wields the sword would rule the realm for eternity.

"What is that? What are you doing?" Rhye pulled out two finely crafted silver blades and tucked them into his dark boots. Few things could best an alpha, but he hadn’t lived so long by being stupid. If there were demons around, there were most certainly ferals. He would need the silver if they were assaulted by a whole pack of savage rogues. Straightening, he headed for the narrow entrance. "Come… I’m ready." "To where?" Lily ground her teeth as he vanished through the door of the cave. Did he think she would scramble behind him like a well-trained pup?

Seraphina shimmered in warm golds and oranges, her aura like sunrise. Killian stepped forward, grinning broadly “We Southerners don’t wrap our gifts in riddles. We bring fire and steel.” He presented a sword, forged in the heart of the Southern volcanoes. Its blade burned faintly red, not with heat, but with ancient enchantment. “This is Ashbreaker. Forged to defend your people, tempered in loyalty. Only a true Alpha may wield it without harm. May it protect your family, your Luna, and your future.”

I took the dagger from Aethelan, feeling its cold weight in my hand. "This weapon..." I traced the ancient runes on the blade. "It's special." "This was forged from my own blood and pain," Aethelan said, his voice heavy. "It is the very thing that scarred me. And now, it is yours to wield." Just then, Lily's timid voice came from inside the room. "Sister... Lily wants to protect you, too..." The little ghost emerged from the shadows, clutching a silver holy relic.

It was a small, silver folding knife with an ornate wolf head crest. A small sob of relief escaped my lips. The weight of it in my palm gave me something that felt like hope. Silver was a weakness to wolves, and hopefully it would affect a powerful Lycan too. I tucked the knife into the waistband of the oversized white t-shirt I was wearing, then grabbed a heavy knit cardigan from the foot of the bed. It smelled overwhelmingly like him, which made me shudder in disgust.

I armed myself slowly, deliberately, trying to focus on anything except the memory of their voices through the door this morning. Twin daggers strapped to my thighs, a short sword across my back, throwing knives along my ribcage and a vial of liquid starlight on my belt, Inara’s gift, one use only, could blind anything with eyes. She gave me yesterday in case we don't see before the Hunt assignment....bi still don't know the use of the fucking Hunt in an excursion but it's in the calendar so we have to do it. I looked like death’s favorite groupie as I checked myself out, I looked ready but I did not feel ready.

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.

A tall warrior clad in blood-soaked silver armor stumbled through the archway, his chest armor shattered, dark red blood pooling across the white cobblestones. It was Riven Ashguard, the chief warrior of our southern border patrol. "Lady Blackwynd!" Riven choked out, coughing up a mouthful of black, tainted blood as he fell onto his knees before my wheelchair. I locked my hands onto the wheels, leaning forward as my heart slammed against my ribs. "Riven! What happened at the border?!" Riven raised his trembling arm, holding out an ancient, dark wooden box carved with the seal of the Grimshaw Bloodline.

Swoosh!!! Wynton emerged from the pit and soared into the sky. “Impressive.” A dazzling long sword materialized in his hand. It was none other than the Yaneiri Clan’s legendary weapon, the Moonlit Sword. Wynton gripped onto the Moonlit Sword and began rapidly moving around James. Countless Sword Energies and inscriptions filled the arena to form a Sword World. James was instantly trapped in Wynton’s Sword World, and a crushing pressure fell on his body. Even though he had extraordinary physical strength that made his flesh nearly indestructible, the force of Wynton’s Sword World was enough to cause injuries throughout his body.

Caroline, a she-wolf who has been considered a monster since she was a child, can she break the tragedy spell and find her MATE?