Sword Of Rupture Novels & Stories

All were amazed and had to call Shola out from his room. “You guys should allow that boy rest, he just joined today, or you want to blend him already?” Shola uttered from his room while approaching close to them. “Wotowoto, na so we go do am” a tall, huge boy reply. He goes by name Sanjo. He is a rugged cultist, always dressing decent with ties and shoes but deep within his bags are weapons for war. Sanjo has been from his ss1 he joined the school, a thorn in the flesh of teachers. He is handsome and doesn’t look like what he does.

Even if they would still respond if the master only used their energy. Rion's sword was named Zephyr. The 'gentle breeze', even though the attack was not anything gentle at all. It was always deadly, but with the minimum wound. This is how Rion could show a little compassion to those who fell as his enemies. A quick, merciful death.

The sword seemed to resonate with his touch, as if aware of the consequences that lay ahead. With a determined resolve, Rico raised the sword, its blade shimmering in eerie, otherworldly light. He whispered incantations long buried in the annals of time, and the room seemed to vibrate with an ominous energy. The world outside began to ripple, and then, with an almost deafening crescendo, it froze.

Silver flames burned along the walls without heat, casting eerie light across hundreds of kneeling figures below. Hollows. Thousands of them. Their heads bowed in absolute silence. And at the center of it all. me. No. Her. The first Queen of Ruin sat upon a throne of obsidian, draped in dark armor lined with glowing cracks. A silver crown rested upon her head like it belonged there. Like it had never belonged anywhere else. Her face slowly lifted. And I was staring at myself. Same eyes. Same face. Only colder. Older. Broken in ways I couldn’t understand.

With no hesitation, I slapped him hard across the face and snapped, "Have you lost your mind?! I'm not telling you this so you'll apologize to me. I'm telling you because we're done. Mangoes are my bottom line, and you crossed it for Larissa. That means we can never go back. Do you understand that?" However, he looked at me like he really didn't understand at all. His voice was thick with pain. "Do you hate me that much? Enough to take the Vespera project and let Holt Enterprise collapse? Just to get back at me?" I shook my head. "You're overthinking it. I was already in charge of Vespera. I'm just taking something that was mine from the start. Now, stop pestering me." Alan didn't hear a wor

’ everybody assumed impatiently. Tension of the crowd was aroused in alarm, their hearts raced with unwelcoming anticipation. Finally, a figure emerged from the huge waves as a victor, the sword of Eryndor– Eryndor, exhausted but triumphant, his Conch shell still clutched in his hand.

It was like there was a sudden drop in the temperature and an icy wind burst in, sending shivers over every part of my body. "Wha-" but I didn't get the chance to finish the sentence before Link had shifted and was attacking Blake. Blake, who should have been able to kill him in one swipe, was now lying on the floor in a pool of his own blood. I could see that his breathing was laboured and he was barely able to keep his eyes open. This just resulted in me breaking down in tears further while my wolf howled in pain, feeling the connection weakening as Blake's life slowly seeped out of the claw marks on his chest and the out of the gap where Link had ripped his flesh from Blake's side with hi