Sword Of Daylight Novels & Stories

Lysander stood behind me, the dark dagger pulsing with pale blue light, awake after its long sleep, ready for battle, ready for blood. I raised the first wolf's blade. The light exploded—gold and silver, bright as the sun, bright as the hope that had carried us through every battle, bright as the love that bound us together. The light washed over the pack, over the walls, over the gates, pushing back the darkness.

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.

The crowd could feel that the heat and cold had collided while looking at the swords on the stage. “Let me introduce to you the Blaze Wild Sword and the Deadly Glaze Sword. Blaze Wild Sword is a must be suggested for the people who had fire attributes and were accustomed to fire. The Deadly Glaze Sword is for the people who had Ice attributes. These swords are made by a Grade 5 Novice Armament Master.” Lark Oz said while showing them the swords that Luna had made.

He pulled somethings out from there. He handed each of us a unique weapon. My hands steady as I examined mine. It was a curved blade, its hilt wrapped in leather. "This is a crescent blade," my father explained. "It's been enchanted with silver, so it's especially effective against creatures of the night." He said pressing it onto me. Tristan held up his weapon, a long, straight sword with a pointed tip. "What's this?" he asked. "That's a sun sword," my father replied. "It's been imbued with the power of the sun, so it's especially effective against darkness.Any form of it. "

And with that promise echoing in his heart, he surged forward, his pack close behind, ready to face whatever darkness lay ahead. A few hours later, the first light of dawn crept over Blackthorn, painting the ruined courtyard with muted gold and crimson hues. In that fragile morning glow, Diego stood atop a shattered wall, surveying the aftermath of last night’s battle. Amid the remnants of shattered stone and spilled blood, a familiar sound stirred hope in his weary heart—the steady, resolute voices of his pack.

As we chatted, Thomas came over with a bowl of piping hot special mushroom soup and a few small dishes for me. In the blink of an eye, the butler and the other servants had vanished from sight. He watched me until I had finished everything, then he finally relaxed and leaned back on the sofa. Without any preamble, he asked me, "I've agreed to help you get your revenge on him."

A faint blue glow emanated from the walls, like spirits lurking within the shadows. At last, they entered a vast chamber surrounded by towering stone pillars. In the center of the room, embedded in another altar, a silver-blue sword pulsed with a mystical glow. Aria froze. She didn’t know how, but she knew that sword. Lorian stepped forward, eyes widening. "This…" Rael shook his head in disbelief. "The Legendary Blade…" Aria turned to them. "What do you mean?" Lorian met her gaze. "This is the Sword of Light—the only weapon capable of defeating Vaelin’s darkness. But it was lost centuries ago..."

Platinum that fit her finger perfectly, with a one carat teal gemstone sitting atop. Tears spilled down her cheeks as Drago rose from his knees. He gently cupped the back of her neck, pulling her into a deep,passionate kiss.

He has given up getting me to walk faster, and I trudge slowly, following his lead, gripping the life-saver and I whisper to myself that I am strong and will make it to Imperator Seth’s estate. I was born strong, my very name, Dawn, meant to strike fear into the hearts of men. I became brave, realizing that I had seen something that none at the palace had gazed upon; daylight. The closest they would ever get would be whispering my name that demands respect. I smile at the thought of this Just Ray stops, interrupting my plans for dominating the court once I arrive. I bumped into him and we’re at the edge of the forest, which for him is the edge of the world. I pity Just Ray, the skinny, filth

Ezekiel breathed out as he pulled the second fragment of the Sword of the Doombringer from the current owner. He pulled his sword and smiled at the level of destruction he had caused in this world. The Scythe of Death vibrated in his grip, but the power continued to flow smoothly as if Ezekiel's level of darkness was slowly catching up with the darkness that powered the Scythe.