Sword Of Dawn Novels & Stories

The pack house fell into absolute silence as Kaelen took a single step forward, his longsword gleaming with cold, silver light. Darius let out a wild, feral roar. Fueled by desperation and dying pride, the Red Claw Alpha surged off his dais, swinging his dark broadsword with heavy, brutal force. The blow carried enough power to crush a lesser wolf, but Kaelen didn't flinch. He parried the strike with a sharp, lightning-fast turn of his wrist.

He saw Menians fighting below the bridge at the edge of Planter’s Field. There was no rest for him. A red flash came from the tower of Dwardon and struck the wall near the tower of Myrdon, which shook violently. Saron reached deep within himself and aimed his staff across the river. He shot directly at the dark figure on the bier. The two of them went on fighting well into the daylight.

He needed to end this, and quickly, lest Mika take advantage and win. Boro closed his eyes and opened his mind, he was the void. He felt the air stir as Mika moved in to capitalize on this moment, thinking Boro had given up. He was dead wrong, Boro felt the blade move through the rising daylight, and moved his body almost as if on its own, without thought, acting on pure instinct. His blade, the same type of single edged sword his father had used, the one that he had named Honor, moved as if to block Mika's but instead he ducked, and moved around it, weaving under the path of the blade, and at the last second he turned his own so that the flat of it struck Mika on his wrist, breaking it clea

Dawson said to me, as I come to stand by his side. “We have to take them down. This is certainly our fight” I said to him. “What is the plan?” He asked. We moved back as the Wyvern continues to stalk us like a giant predator stalking its prey and ready to feast. “I cannot allow them see me use magic. I will be disqualified from the tournament” I said to Dawson and once again begin to scan the place. My eyes latched unto a long sword that has been thrown away as the soldiers pitched their places to hide.

I replied, still chuckling at being found out. As he handed the sword back to me, I felt a swell of emotion in my chest. "Well, I named this black beauty Umbra because it carries a sense of mystery and darkness," I explained, feeling a newfound confidence in sharing my thoughts with him. "Meanwhile, I named the white one 'Dawn' because it represents light, hope, and new beginnings. Together, they create a compelling contrast, reflecting the dual nature of the swords and the balance between light and shadow. It's a fitting combination for two powerful and complementary weapons, isn't it?" I asked, eager for his approval. Father nodded, his eyes shining with pride. "A wonderful name indeed," h

The blade gleamed with a brilliant silver light, its edge shimmering with a promise of sharpness. The blood sword! I exclaimed internally, astonished by the fact that I had successfully conjured the legendary weapon known to be wielded by a valiant warrior from Cairos—a neighboring nation to Springgan. Apollo had shared stories about it, expressing his dream to create such a weapon one day. Empowered by the gauntlet, I held the blood sword with ease. The blade's edge gleamed, a testament to its lethal potential. Just as the icy shield surrounding me shattered, the dominus seized the opportunity to consume me. Its jaws opened wide as it lunged towards me. Reacting swiftly, I positioned the sw

Eryndor's Shadowing dagger seemed to dance in the moonlight, its dark blade slicing through the air with a haunting screee-ksss. Each strike landed with a thud-thwack-thoom, sending tremors through the troop's warriors. The troop's hearts raced as the violent zing-ting-zap of clashing daggers filled the field. The savages of warriors, fueled by fury and loyalty, clashed in a frenzy of arms and teeth. The ground grew slick with blood, the earthy smell mingling with the metallic tang of steel. Jack Wolf stood firm, his Moon-whisper spear shining with a soft, ethereal light. He parried Eryndor's strikes with a precision born of desperation, his movements a blur of speed and strength.

Though they're still looking doubtful, they nodded in response. "Your turn, Caius." I called him. He quickly stepped forward and unsheathed his sword. "Pleased to offer you this, my princess." He grinned teasingly so I gave him a scowl. That was so cheesy. And he only chuckled. I ran my fingers through the flat surface of the blade and it instantly glowed like a strike of lightning. "Done." I proudly smiled. Caius scrutinized the blade with amazement. "Awesome," Caius gasped.

Azzrail hated that insult, the gritting of his teeth could be heard by me "I hate you Dawn "I think that's the most amount of emotion I have ever seen in him "Why? I am lovely "Can't argue with that, although she looks like she wants to kill every single living thing on earth, and is covered with blood also looks haunted. "Your very concerned about those girls right? How about I just blow them u-"Suddenly certain parts of her exposed skin start flaking and glowing under, it was like she was burning on the inside, a dark shadow emerges from within her body and turns into a great large sword that pierces through Azzrail heart and then out, she was about 10-15 feet away from him but she's manag

Both of them do very well. “As the second official designated to Tarwood, I am tasked to examine the candidates’ mental and physical prowess before they are deemed to be a knight.” Sir Dustan said as he slammed the huge crate, crushing the stones beneath and turning them into dust with its weight. He looked at the two without fear in their eyes. Dustan smiled and exclaimed that they would be perfect. “We are ready!” William brandished Bane and showed his quick movement. John followed with the Zonian sword he acquired from Abigail, which he calls Dawn, to represent its shiny edge gleaming brightly against the sunlight.