Sword Art Online Dark Repulser Novels & Stories

He walked towards me, grabs me by the arm and hugged me tightly. “Destiny, please come back” I heard him crying. “Hikaru…” I returned his hug and rest my head on his shoulder. As he wipes his tears from his face, he apologizes. He sat down again, his head was looking at the ground. “You’ve inherited Destiny’s sword, might as well have her throne.” “NO” I shortly replied, he looked at me. “And never ever!” an angry voice was heard. Hikaru stood up in surprise, I was still holding the sword. On the staircase stands, Aiomi.

If he were to change his stance, things would be over for him. “That’s right,” the Sword Titan replied. “I am the one who forged the sword in his hand. It’s a devilish sword. The Sword Warrior is under the sword’s influence that causes him to slaughter his peers. Naturally, I want to. . .” “Shut your mouth!” Tyr didn’t wait for the Sword Titan to finish his words before interrupting him. “You motherf*cker! What exactly did you mean by calling the sword ‘devillish’? The Sword of Grace is an Astra weapon! Can a useless bug like you even forge it? How dare you boast about such implausible achievements?”

"How did you get up here?" "Disappointed to see me here and okay?" Summer asked laughing as she stepped into the room. "You brazen girl!" Jackson snarled from behind his desk as he stood. "Stay where you are." Summer warned wielding her weapon. "Neither of you move." "Do you think I'm scared of that little weapon?" Michael asked continuing to move forward. "Besides you don't have the guts to do anything with that." "Wanna bet?" Lunging forward Summer swiped the blade through the air getting close enough to Michael to cut across his chest. With wide eyes Michael took a few steps back.

[Hope you all remember, I told you guys when I was listing his abilities and weaknesses, that he has a low healing factor] Sarraphina appeared "Don't kill him dad. Don't forget He is needed alive" "I take orders from no one, I am ending this boy" Sorex roared out as a Dark red spear appeared in his hand which he stretched forward. The spear had dark energy emitting from it. It was dark and had red lining on its edges. Then below it was the red gem fixed perfectly in a carved out space. "You finally forged a weapon for the gem" "Yes" he replied as he walked towards John who struggled to stand up.

A fiery red core burned with rage in the centre of the hilt. Below it was written, "Frostlight Rapier." With a hefty price tag of one million gold coins. Above all, this was a replica, not a genuine artefact. Eliza groaned, vowing that if the genuine one appeared, she would empty her family's treasure hoard. It was a legendary sword that had been refined with a monster core of epic rank. According to legend, it was the weapon of a legendary dark elf that conquered half of the elven territories that are now home to the dark elves.

I called my celestial weapon too and transformed it into a black katana, a Japanese kind of sword I used to see on animes and I coated with a condensed dark energy coming Mammon. “Raid, let’s go!” I urged him and we both drew our words at Astaroth as we jumped mid-air. Astaroth, you will be the one who will die on our hands tonight. Mark my words. I said mentally and I strongly thrust my katana on him to land a fatal blow but just as expected, he was able to dodge it.

The whole place had a pulse of excitement and anticipation. The tailors gave me the clothes for tonight. It is a three-piece suit made from wool that matches our eye color, blue, and silver. They embroidered the sleeves with symbols of our pack, the triskele. “Alarick!” I shouted as a lot of werewolves also occupied the tavern. “Ylva’s looking for you.” Alarick nodded and went in my direction. He looks like a busy merchant trying to greet all his emptor. “Let her be. She knows her way around.”

When he heard death wolf's voice in his mind, Sh..e killed my Sera...she is evil. But how can she? She is just a child. Thaneos tried to justify, the litte child was his and Alexandria's daughter after all. When death wolf roars in his mind. No! She is your mates murderer! My Serena's killer! This is not a child...but a reincarnation of evil.. Kill her! Kill her! The death wolf starts crashing and pushing into Than 's barriers. And Than clenched his fists to hold the steel rod of the cot tightly. Closing his eyes. The fire burning inside him...the urge to see the child dead burning.

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 turned to him, my face full of concern. "We have to be super vigilant, reapers can now simply hunt you. You could end up in the void and I have no desire to have to retrieve you from that monotone realm," I mumbled bitterly. Ellis was nodding. I rubbed my eyes as my skin started to tingle, signaling another reaper close by. No sooner did I blink and Lestat entered into the hall where we were at, carrying a long sword. I cursed and pulled Ellis behind myself. He yelled,"what?" I told him a reaper had appeared and he looked around frantically as I clenched my fist and opened it calling on my family inherited scythe. All the Reoch members had one because my great grandfather Darassan, was onc