Sword Of Promised Victory นิยาย & เรื่องราว

This was mine, I needed to give those who had been hurt the justice that they deserved. My hand gripped the hilt of the Sword of War, a blade forged for a chosen warrior like me, imbued with the power to destroy the one who had taken so much from me. I could feel its weight, not just in my hand but in my soul. The sword was a link to the Moon Goddess, to the very power that had brought me back here to do what had to be done. The prophecy had always been clear: only I could end this. And now, standing in the heart of the palace that had once been my home, I had come to fulfill that purpose.

The brother’s eyes flared with a golden, eerie radiance, so bright it seemed to hollow out his expression, leaving only wrath made visible. His voice rumbled through the fractured air, cold and divine. “You forced my hand, mortal… this next strike will be your end.” He stretched out his palm. Light gathered—first a spark, then a stream, then an overwhelming torrent. In a blink, a broad sword materialised in his grip, forged from blinding white and molten gold. Golden edges shimmered like heated metal meeting sunlight, while the white blade pulsed with interwoven golden runes that looked alive, crawling beneath the surface like veins. The hilt was short—not built for leverage, but for gods wh

ELIAS He was breathing. I found that out because I finally forced my hand up through the dark, shaking so hard I could barely make my fingers work, and pressed it flat against his chest the way I’d pressed my palm to my father’s the night before, checking for a heartbeat instead of a wound. It was there. Fast, uneven, but there, thudding against my palm like something trying to escape a cage. “Kai.” My voice cracked down the middle of his name. “Kai, look at me.”

Kira Quezada faked her own death to escape a family legacy that wanted to sell her off like a signature on a contract. Three years later, disguised as a cleaner, she's finally safe, until her new boss looks at her twice and realizes exactly who she is. Luciano Rodriguez doesn't expose her. He makes her an offer instead: marry him, save his dying grandmother's peace of mind, and help him bait the uncle circling his empire like a wolf. It's supposed to be a contract. Nothing more. But the man she was promised to as a girl and the man hunting Luciano's throne are the same person, and he's not done with either of them. As old secrets surface and new ones are made in the dark, Kira has to decide

-If you come back, I will be yours- she promised as soon as her lips were released. The wolf's ego had gone through the roof as she said this - it's good to be prepared. Soraia ran up the stairs - I know you've seen Julio Cesar - she entered the room going straight to the wardrobe - and I'll be waiting for you - and pulled out from among her clothes a gold and ruby handled sword baptized of course. - I may die, but you'll have to sweat a lot to get what you want," he promised himself, and in the next second he felt a chill go up his spine and knew that Julio Cesar was there.

Eddie pleaded with tears. " How sure are you that you won't fail?". Adwen asked Eddie. " I promise to return the sword when I win the battle". Eddie promised him. " Okay then, I will give you the sword, the sword shall grant you your last power for your final battle". Adwen said to Eddie. Eddie was happy to hear that. Adwen stood up and told Eddie to follow him. Eddie followed him till they got down from the mountain. They walked to the river beside the mountain. Adwen murmured some spells and both of them started floating in the air. They started walking in the air till they got to the river. They stood on the river and the ancient gladius started coming out from the water.

Swoosh! The thousands of shadows attacked at the same time, each strike filled with killing intent. Those strikes were all launched from the Nihility Extermination Sword, and every one of them targeted their opponent. Ding Hao took a step forward, and the silver-gold Yin and Yang Pisces Diagram appeared, enveloping him. A saber and a sword appeared on his back. The saber was a golden flaming saber, and the sword was a long icy sword. They vibrated slowly, activating the power of everything in the world. The rules that twisted the light were surging. For a moment, it seemed that the living of all creatures was flowing within the range of the saber momentum and the sword momentum.

Charles could sense that Caspian's attack was not over yet. Sure enough, Charles swiftly saw Caspian's lips moving, uttering two words, "Heavy Weapon." Flowing Wind, Armor-Breaker, Heavy Weapon — The three inscriptions on the Wave-Breaking Sword. A dull-colored light appeared, and Charles felt the massive sword pressing down on him, and its weight skyrocketed tenfold. If it felt like an iron plate smashing on his arm before that, it now felt as if a small building made out of steel crashed onto him.

He was just like me, constantly living in a nightmare where he killed his lover. "Since I can't have you, I'll destroy you. You have no idea how happy it makes me to see you descend from the heavens and straight to hell, my princess. "I'm going to kill you before putting you back together—you'll be my specimen and perfect lover. Look at the example your best friend has set for you." He pulled the cloth covering his sculpture, revealing a familiar face. It was Joey!

“How much?” Deacon put his hands up. “Celestial weaponry is not sold, Theo. The weapon is fated to a specific owner and that sword was destined to be yours.” Theo nodded, pretending he understood the meaning of it. Deacon pointed to the scabbard with a holster fit for a dagger in the chest. The moment Theo touched the scabbard, the sword shrunk to its original size. Convenient, he thought, as he sheathed the dagger into the scabbard.