Sword Of Dawnbreaker Novels & Stories

I glanced back, annoyed, to find Silvia, her face streaked with tears. "Joanna, I had that dream again. I should've known all along, you've been the only one who's ever truly cared for me. I won't hurt you again, I promise." Her voice was low, filled with remorse. I stepped back, my brow creased in frustration. It was not that I was softening; I just could not stand anything about Silvia anymore. "I'm out of options. I'm broke. The debts and their mounting interest have spiraled beyond my control. I saw the bills you've been dealing with, and I had no idea you've been struggling so much.

She held it out to me like a fragile treasure. “Look, it’s our engagement bracelet! I had it fixed! “It’s gold inlaid with jade—gold and jade together, a perfect pairing just like us. We’re meant to be, Evan. I can’t lose you!” I took the bracelet, then hurled it to the floor. The jade shattered again, breaking into even smaller pieces than before. Rosie knelt down, desperately trying to piece everything back together, but no matter how she tried to match up the fragments, they would not fit together.

All I want is my daughter of light. We reached the Grand Armory, where the crests of the ancestral dawn lay dormant under ancient glass cases. The air here was heavy with the scent of aged leather, cold steel, and dried sun-blossoms. I stopped before the central pedestal. Resting upon the blue velvet was my heavy, dual-bladed broadsword; a weapon forged from pure solar glass and celestial iron, untouched since the night I laid it down to become a mother. With a single flick of my wrist, the glass case shattered into thousands of harmless, glittering specks of light. I reached down and closed my hand around the familiar hilt.

The clearing glowed with the twinkling fairy lights that adorned every tree, and the torches that had been lit along the path to illuminate the participants' way. Brand stood in front of the Yggdrasil feeling like his throat was being constricted by a stiff collar rather than a soft tunic. He wore a bearskin over one shoulder to symbolize strength and protection. He was also glad of its warmth as the first snows had started to fall just in the last week. He huffed as Brodi clapped him on the shoulder. "Nervous yet?" he asked with a smile, adjusting the leather hauberk that held his broadsword across his back and the belt at his waist where the sheath for his ceremonial dagger rested.

Their reaction was enough to indicate that even the Sword Titan’s own people couldn’t withstand his decision. “Everyone, take it easy,” the Sword Titan said softly as he stroked his white beard. “My action today is not an act as bullying the weak and robbing him of his sword. In fact, Storm Breaker is the name of the sword in this Sword Warrior’s hand. It is a sword that I had forged myself.

Chapter 60 As the sun falls into the horizon, the people, or should I say the werewolves, of the town of Dusk and Dawn starts to gather at our place. Tonight the alpha’s madness will end. Tonight, everything will be more normal and free. No more threats and darkness. Only good, light, and life.

The fragments fell into the lake, leaving only the hilt in Dorian's hand. Looking at the hilt in his hand, Dorian couldn't help but feel sad. He missed his previous Durendal a little. The weapon of the Emperor Way had never been broken even when facing Excalibur, let alone a mere Snow Soul. Unfortunately, Durendal was no longer in his hands. At this moment, Jason twisted a sword skill in his hand, and a golden light broke through the air. Excalibur, the holy weapon of the Realm of Adria, was unsheathed.

He drove himself forward through the storm of force radiating from Liora, one step at a time, knees scraping bloody against the fractured stones. His fingers closed around the hilt of his sword again. “Liora!” he roared, voice raw. “Look at me. You know who I am.” For a heartbeat, the storm of her power slackened as the girl’s eyes shifted toward him. The chain eased just enough for Sera to draw in a broken breath. Then the Dominion surged back and the chain pulled tighter. Zayn staggered to his feet, blood running down the side of his face. He had one dagger left. It was black-bladed, etched with runes that pulsed like dying embers.

"A hundred days and a hundred nights he labored on the third blade, and as it glowed white-hot in the sacred fires, he summoned his wife. 'Nissa Nissa' he said to her, for that was her name, 'bare your breast, and know that I love you best of all that is in this world.' She did this thing, why I cannot say, and Azor Ahai thrust the smoking sword through her living heart. It is said that her cry of anguish and ecstasy left a crack across the face of the moon, but her blood and her soul and her strength and her courage all went into the steel. Such is the tale of the forging of Lightbringer, the Red Sword of Heroes. "Now do you see my meaning? Be glad that it is just a burnt sword that His Gra

he shouted The old man didn’t say a word and through the pump of his staff, there goes a ring with a red-like gem on it… and a sword? The sword was estimated to be around 3 feet long. I believe it is what they call the Joyeuse sword. It was arguably the most powerful sword the man has ever crafted. It was made by Charlemagne, a Frankish king out of gold and gem-encrusted hilt, the blade was forged from the same ore and metal that made Durendal, a sword wielded and is also one of the deadliest in the world. Legend has it, that the sword was forged by the infamous blacksmith legend Galas, who took three years to complete. Legends also stated that it possesses the spirit of the