Sword Of Daylight Novels & Stories

General Serath kneels, his scorched armor smoking from where my heat licked it. He bows so low his forehead presses to the obsidian tiles. “Speak.” “The Dawnforged are fully armed. The Skybreakers await your word to ascend. The Orbital Forges have awakened.” He hesitates. “And the weapon you commanded us to prepare…” My fingers curl against the rail. “The Solarion?” “Yes, Radiance. It drinks the light of three suns even now. When released, it will scour entire worlds.” I close my eyes. The Solarion.

The Dead Zone was a graveyard of toxic black ash and broken memories. Tonight, it would become a slaughterhouse. We proceeded through the area without making any noise. The ten thousand wolves advanced as one gigantic breathing creature that moved through the ice-covered desolate land. The heavy armored transport trucks began to move forward through our central lines while their engines produced a soft rumbling sound that filled the nighttime air. I moved forward with Dante as my partner at the frontmost position of the vanguard. I held the handle of my new Moon-steel sword which felt cold and unmoving against my hand. The Daywalker Amulet emitted a golden glow which pulsed heat that matched

Alexander commanded, suppressing it with his innate sword aura, causing the weapon to quickly settle. In the face of overwhelming power, a mere sword could hardly stir trouble. With a slight flick of his arm, the sword sprang from its sheath, revealing the words inscribed at the base of the blade: 'Azure Dawn'. "A fine sword," he remarked. The blade was lightweight, its edge sharp yet restrained, and its flexibility was impressive, resisting even when Alexander applied his internal energy. As the prized weapon was claimed, envious eyes turned toward him, though none dared to seize it. Some items were simply beyond their reach.

Chapter 13: The Broken Wheel Arrows whistled past. A clansman fell with a cry. Rykker, a mountain in motion, swept his great sword in a arc that cleared a path. They reached the ropes, began to climb as the enemy swarmed below. Makil looked down. The fuses were mere sparks now, crawling toward the charges. But the Wheelsmen were there, trying to stamp them out, to cut them. “Leigh, go!” he shouted, shoving her toward a rope. She climbed, swift as a squirrel. Makil followed, hand over hand, the rope swaying. Below, the cavern was a seething mass.

He howled, head snapping back. Dre handed me a rag. “Again?” I nodded. We took turns—fists to ribs, crunching; knees to the gut, making him retch. A knife drawn slowly across his thigh—not deep enough to kill, just enough to make him scream as blood soaked his pants. “Talk,” I growled, twisting the blade just a little. Brandon gasped, sweat mixing with blood on his face. “Go to hell.” Dre laughed darkly. “We’re already there, man. You’re just the guest.”

However, instead of cutting me, the sword gently touched my hand, leaving a faint, silvery mark. Lady Dyare's eyes widened in surprise, and a hushed murmur spread through the room. It was an unprecedented occurrence. The sword had chosen me without drawing blood. "What does this mean?" I asked, my voice quivering. Lady Dyare stepped forward, her gaze filled with intrigue. "It appears that the Sword of Moonlight has recognized you, Kaerlia," she said. "You are destined for a unique path in this Lunar Clash." A tingling feeling erupted as my combat outfit materialized around me, a stunning silver and white ensemble with moon-shaped patterns. It was clear that I was profoundly connected to the

Temperatures of his surrounding atmosphere seemed to rise as steam could clearly be seen evaporating from the ground below him and the surrounding air turned hazy. “Now you shall feel the wrath of my power! The power of Urogi!” From afar, it was hard to tell which side had the upper hand. The light show of spells was quite dazzling though. Daito would occasionally send a bright wave of embers towards Tyndale's direction, only to be countered by a luminous purple explosion that would dissolve the wave. The emissions of light from the tussle were lucent enough to overshadow the deeming sunlight of the evening.

Fynn shouted sternly, "Adrian! Blade's Reach is doomed! If you don't want to die, take the Dragon Dial with you and follow us!" "Humph! You’re seeking death!" He swung his sword, and the moonlight suddenly dimmed. The moon and stars in the sky, as well as the black night sky, all seemed to be torn apart like a curtain, completely dissipating. A bright light enveloped the entire courtyard, followed by the sudden sounds of fighting. The battle that had stopped outside for two days had resumed. The person swinging their sword severed their enemy's neck, causing blood to spray out. But what puzzled them was why the sky had suddenly turned from night to day. No one knew what had just happened, an

All I want is my Luna, nothing else matters to me. My walk slows as the pain intensifies. My wolf cries loudly as he feels the pressure inside our head increase, yet he refuses to leave my side, taking each agonizingly slow step towards the door with me. Somehow we make it to the door, my hand twists the knob and pulls it open. My eyes are blinded by the pure white light as my head simultaneously explodes with pain. I have no clue what’s going on with my physical body as everything fades into absolute darkness.

“This one’s called Titan’s Wrath. It’s heavy, but… I can feel energy flowing through it.” “It’s meant to disrupt dark magic,” Lyra said, reading a nearby scroll. “The moment it strikes, it sends out a shockwave of pure force that can shatter corrupted spells and barriers.” Vanessa pulled out a dagger, its curved edge gleaming with a pale blue shine on it. “This one is Dawn’s Whisper. It’s said to be able to bypass any magical defense and strike directly at the victim's soul.” Draven found a bow with arrows made of glowing crystal. “Moonpiercer. This thing… it doesn’t need physical arrows. It uses light itself as a weapon. Unlike the starlight bow that we had read about.”