Sword Of Dawn Novels & Stories

Sweat stung her eyes as Nya swung the sword around, just in time to block Rok’s steel blade. The reverberation shook all the way up her arm, but she didn’t have time to let the ache distract her as Rok was bringing the sword around again, this time from the other direction. The tip of the blade almost caught her underneath the chin, but she managed to jump back, raising her arms and shoulders to make herself smaller in the middle. The blade flew up into the air, missing her, but it wasn’t headed away from her for long. Rok was relentless, swiveling around in a full circle and bringing his sword along, ready to cut her in the middle. She was wearing a metal chest plate, but most of her body w

BLADE 3. Pain. It was all I felt when I shot my eyes opened. I felt so sore and tired. The memories of how Lorenzo plunged deeper into me last night filled my mind. He was so cruel to me. I didn't find any enjoyment in it at all. I tried lifting my hands and I was happy It was back to functioning. My tit hurts too as a result of the sucking he did last night.

Guns, rifles, and knives aren’t just weapons; they are extensions of my hand, a method to stay alive and eradicate anyone who stands in my path. This is the first time my weapon isn’t fulfilling its role. I failed her, and so it failed me. “Where the fvck did they go?" Pharaoah's agitated voice grabs my attention, and I sprint toward him. Although he and Rose hate each other, he wouldn't kill her. Besides, as much as I loathe the fvcker, Pakstan, he would make it his mission to protect the Pakhan’s grandniece. Laye joins me, intently watching the scene, probably recreating it in his mind.

The drow squirmed in pain and Minos swung the handle of his sword and smacked it's pommel right into the drow's temple. The drow staggered back before dropping and kneeling. Minos then grabbed his head and smashed it on his knee. Feeling groggy, the tall draw struggled to stay upright. Minos kicked his sword arm and his blade fell, clattering away across the floor. "See, now I'm taller than you." Minos said. He raised his blade up, ready to thrust it's pointy end down on his opponent's shoulder blade when he felt something tugged on his belt. Minos failed to notice the drow pull out Rei's dagger from his waist, and all his eyes managed to see was him using it to stab his thigh.

CHAPTER 60: DAWN Peter and I danced and had fun. He got us some soft drinks and we enjoyed the event till day break. We talked about lots of things enjoying each others company till it was time to leave. Peter will spend the new year with his grandmother so he left London that morning. My mother fried some sweet potatoes known as potatoe chips and complemented it with a meat sauce. According to her, the new year will usher us into bountiful yeilds. We sat on the mat in our room. My mother, Osifa, K**i, Tami and I formed a circle while we ate the delicious potato chips and sauce. While we ate, we joked, laughed and drank the soft drinks my mother had kept for us in her fridge at the bar which

He clenched his teeth and used his internal energy to counterattack with a smack. Both palms collided at that point. Bowen sighed and stumbled backward. His skin was a little pale. 'F*ck!' Bowen quickly stabilized his body. He glared at Durant and felt angry. 'This elder is too strong. I think I can only use the power of the Sunset Bow to kill him.' "It's time to die!" Durant shouted as he aimed his longsword at Bowen. Durant was not stupid. He knew the Sunset Bow's power well and would not allow Bowen to summon it. Bowen had to step back quite a bit to use the Sunset Bow. He would have no chance of using the Sunset Bow if he forced him to fight close to him.

The blade gleamed under the weak light, sharp and merciless. Soren’s blood froze. “TRAVIAN!” he screamed, voice cracking. The knife arced through the air and slashed across Travian’s ribs, tearing fabric, spilling red. Travian staggered back, blood dripping in rivulets down his side. But instead of collapsing, he roared—a sound so primal it made the walls tremble. He caught Dain’s wrist mid-swing, twisting it until bone cracked and the blade clattered against the ground, spinning to a stop at Soren’s feet.

“Evan! I was wrong about you! “Tyler has no grudges against you, yet you’re beating him like you want him dead. You’re going to pay for this today!” Without a moment’s hesitation, she grabbed a heavy rod from the side and swung it down hard against my body. Smack! Smack! Smack! The specially-made rod carried a punishing weight. Within moments, I could feel warm blood soaking through my clothes. Rosie stood to the side, watching coldly as the strikes rained down. At one point, the pain was too much, and I blacked out—only to be jolted awake by a bucket of icy water being dumped over my head.

Dawn jumps into the fray, tearing the rogues apart with the help of the still standing, but now bleeding, warrior. ‘Get your friend to the hospital, and get those wounds checked out!’ I order the warrior as the last rogue falls to the ground as Dawn lets him go after destroying him and almost severing his head from his body. Someone teleports out of the blue, and Dawn immediately puts herself between the person and her pack members, growling lowly and crouching down, ready to strike.

In a day and age like this, it was hard enough to come by a weapon with even two attributes, let alone the Dawn of Gods. Everyone had just treated the Dawn of Gods as a myth too. Passing the thin sword around in his hands, Wilbur realized that this was the first weapon that he had given an attribute to. It deserved a name. A second later, he mumbled, "I'll call you the 'Dark Disperse', then." The name was comprehensive enough, and the sword itself was black in color. Wilbur felt like the name suited it pretty well and was even a little smug about it.