Sword Of Daylight Novels & Stories

' Zaykee is gritting his teeth, glaring at the King as he thought this. Now, Zaykee began to release his unique light aura, so a huge shockwave, but transparent traveled from his feet towards the end of the corners in this massive old warehouse in a shape of a circle. He took a deep breath as the two white bracelets with the symbol of the sun in the center. Then, he lifts his right arm at his right side, opening his right palm. A medium lengthened double H sword with a tint of white and gold appeared beside his palm, so he gripped the grip of the sword and slashed it in the air in front of him diagonally to the left.

And his eyes—eyes that had once held so much love—were now glowing with a cold, unholy light that made Cole’s blood run cold. In his hand, he held a weapon—a sword forged from pure darkness, its blade so black it seemed to absorb all light, its hilt adorned with a skull that grinned in silent mockery. It was the Blade of Annihilation—a weapon capable of destroying everything Cole had fought for, of unmaking the balance between shadow and light and plunging the world into eternal darkness. “I’m sorry, Cole,” his father said, his voice hollow and lifeless, like the wind blowing through an empty tomb. “But the balance you fight for… it was never real. And now, you will pay for your mistake.”

The young noble staggered back, tasting the blood in his mouth. Rei jumped in again and threw a barrage of slashes and thrusts with his dual daggers. Minos could barely see the young foreigner move, yet the big drow doesn't seem to be all bothered by him. Minos glanced back at Otheric, who is valiantly holding up his axe despite his obvious lack of chance. Both of them are trying to find a moment to step and swing their own attacks.

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.

A swordsman suddenly appeared and fought fiercely with the despot. the king then turned into a giant dragon demon, with a very terrible and terrible power. The dragon demon fought by destroying everything nearby into rubble. The battle between the swordsman and the giant demon lasted for three days and three nights with the sky continuing to be black, at the end of their battle. With the remaining strength of the swordsman, the giant demon finally succeeded in being sealed and turned into a sword with a terrible aura.

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

He chucked something at the prince. Colter caught it immediately, it was a sword, a gemstone that resembled an evil looking cat’s eye was in the center of its hilt. The blade’s edge glowed with a faint but violent looking color of black. “Your reward is the sweet release of death!” Dyron told them maniacally laughing now, his hands were thrown up as he laughed as all was going according to plan. Colter prepared the sword he had been given, he swung it in the air a few times and it let out whistles as he cut through the wind.

His figure blurred as he appeared before Sam. A weathered longsword materialized in his hand, its surface etched with intricate arcane symbols. As energy poured into the blade, the runes blazed with golden light, radiating terrifying pressure. "This is the Suncrest Sect's sword technique—Sunpiercer Arc!" With a sharp shout, Marcellus swung his sword. A streak of golden energy tore across the sky, whistling as it sliced straight toward Sam. He poured every ounce of his power into the strike. The blade of light tore through the stone, carving a jagged trench in its wake. The air shimmered and roared, heat radiating in scorching waves.

Then, Xzavion thrust his other arm forward, sending another amethyst-gold Sword Light directly toward Yadira. Yadira's shield shattered from the impact of the Sword Light, blowing her away and leaving her severely injured. “Grand Stewards, aren’t you going to do something?” Wyot suddenly roared. At his outcry, Truett and Rebella exchanged glances. Just as they were about to take action, Xzavion thrust both palms forward, unleashing countless amethyst-gold Sword Lights directly at Wyot’s shield.

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.