Sword Art Online Game Lost Song Novels & Stories

"Tomorrow, the whole territory will know your name." "The big pack sponsors are making huge trouble for Rowan now," Selene Moonwhisper laughs over the phone line. "The Silverhowl Bard Guild is losing all its power fast. Meredith had to stop all her song recordings today. You won the first fight, Eloise!" "I am happy to hear that," I say, sitting at the big table. "What about the song part?" I ask, because I want to know if Trial Elder Ronan picked a wolf yet. "They did not choose anyone yet," Selene says.

He hurled the shard; it spiraled through the chamber, trailing violet sparks. Vera felt the shard’s psychic ripple—deadly and precise. She leapt forward, chanting her Dream Sovereign song in a fierce whisper: > “By star and fang, by blood and bone, > We claim the throne you stole by stone. > Your crown of lies, now overthrown, > Falls to dust beneath the true heir’s own.” Lucien roared in unison, wolf-pulse crashing through the dais’s pylons. The shard fragmented in midair as dream-silk threads wrapped it, dissipating its charge in a shimmer of silver light.

I hissed, feeling the searing heat bite into my hand as the cursed substance oozed closer to the hilt. Wenally’s smirk faltered when I didn’t drop the sword. I tightened my grip, ignoring the pain. Jason’s blood was fighting the enchantment, and I could feel it—a quiet, steady resistance pushing back against the corruption. I used her moment of hesitation to my advantage, swinging my blade with all my strength. The edge of my sword caught her armor, slicing through the leather and drawing blood.

But Lily Moon continued, "And three months ago, when you played chess with Grandpa Heavenblade, you secretly went to Phoenix Song City to invite the first Chess Art Grandmaster and used telepathy to let him hide in the dark to teach you chess. In the end, you won a book of local sword art techniques from Grandpa Heavenblade." "And six months ago, Grandpa Smith asked you for the essence blood of a Golden-eyed Divine Rhinoceros to forge a sword. You switched it and gave him the essence blood of a Misty Wind Rhinoceros. Then, shamelessly, you asked for a top-grade magical treasure as compensation. In the end, Grandpa Smith's sword forging failed, and you blamed it on his inadequate swordsmith s

– Brawen rushes, and Owen also prepares to start the battle. But the sword in Brawen's hand didn't swing at all, confusing Owen. At this moment a loud voice shouted in Owen's ears: I kiss you here. Owen froze. When he regained consciousness, he was pinned to the floor, his sword was kicked away by Brawen. In a sword battle, the sword leaving the hand means losing. Although he didn't want to, Owen had to admit that he lost. Losing carpets is always the other way around. Brawen sat on Owen's stomach, two small hands pressing his hands to the floor. Extremely victorious gesture:

I need my sword. Reaching behind my back, I feel the cool, smooth texture of my marking shift beneath my fingers. There’s a brief moment where the ink pulses, almost as if it’s alive, before it solidifies into the hilt of my sword. I draw it out, feeling the familiar weight settle into my hand. The blade hums with energy, a glowing blue that pulses in time with my heartbeat. This sword is mine, a part of me, born of my blood and soul. Athena’s gift, forged from my very essence.

We were joined soon by Anthonier and Hilra who also appeared surprised at the sight. But while Xialara tried to check for a pulse in her neck and base of her thumb. Something else caught my eye. The ruby colored gem at the hilt of the sword was now a clear diamond. No sign of red. I picked it up by its blade and examined it under the moonlight to check for any cracks or possible leakages. There were none. The red color had just vanished. My blood was gone.

he is Sing Wo, one of the students who will take part in the young warrior tournament in the Kunlun Sect, Fang Xue ordered Sing Wo to continue to monitor and monitor Chyou Chen's movements. he believes that Chyou Chen is a dangerous person, although until now Chyou Chen has not shown his strength. 'The great elder is right! This young man was not a simple person. even with such severe injuries, he still acts natural as if nothing happened.' Sing Wo thought as he continued to stare at him through the hole in the roof.

Theo drag his body out of the stream to shore and laid back making the huffing sound. It was Theo first battle, and it was the hardest battle of all, and as well as Theo regret not bringing his sword, because it would be a little bit easy, with the black sword, over time during the practices, Theo notice that the black sword was too sharp, and feel regretted and thankful for the person who sold it without knowing anything.

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.