Novel & Cerita Sword Of The Dawn Novel

She gasped as she opened her eyes to catch the eye of the two who were fighting with their hateful looks She moaned in pain as she tightened her waist I looked at Zayn , who felt his soul returning to him, " Zayn , just give it to us." He heard his father's voice from behind him to turn around and find the entire herd of Ardennes surrounded, he did not care, but looked at his father and the army behind him "We'll take her wolf..and we'll bring her back to you," he continued, with a calm, very provocative smile at his son, who grabbed his hands tightly.

But a hand clamped over my mouth, and a cold, sharp edge pressed against my throat. "You think a little salt in the veins stops her, Aliyah?" Dawn’s voice whispered directly into my ear. She had slipped away from the chaos while her sister was distracted by the angry mob. "If Dahlia can't use your blood to start her new world, I’ll use your death to end theirs." I looked down at the blade. It was pure, shimmering silver. "Help!" I tried to scream, but the hand tightened, cutting off my breath. Dawn leaned in, her eyes reflecting the dying red of the moon. "Let’s see how useful you would be to me."

“They’re right, all of them. We’re your anchors, but you’re ours too.” My heart squeezes. “I still don’t understand what I’m supposed to do,” I say. “What my… power is for.” Ronnie leans forward, tapping the page with his finger. “Dawn is not destruction,” he says softly. “Dawn is renewal. Light after dark. Truth after illusion. Healing after corruption.” I think of the nine wolves, hollow-eyed and broken, then rising with new breaths. I think of the hunters fleeing. I think of the surge that nearly tore me apart.

Every piece positioned, every weapon sharpened. Time to prepare for war disguised as homecoming.

“This time, try focusing on just one person. Someone familiar.” She nodded, though she still looked frustrated. Closing her eyes, she reached out with her mind again. I watched as her lips parted slightly, her body tensing with the effort. Suddenly, one of the pack’s warriors, a young wolf named Jared, appeared in the doorway. His eyes were wide with confusion as he walked toward us as if pulled by some unseen force. Dawn opened her eyes, a small smile tugging at her lips. “I did it,” she whispered, barely able to hide the pride in her voice.

Not a single emotion rippled in her heart. Dante, however, could not suppress his anger. His face darkened as he watched Andres calling out Camellia's name in front of everyone. He moved to storm down the aisle with his fists clenched, ready to knock Andres out. Nevertheless, Camellia held him back, calming him just enough to signal for security to drag Andres away. Seeing that Camellia remained unmoved, Andres let out a heart-wrenching cry. With a sudden burst of strength, he broke free from the guards. He pulled a sharp knife from his sleeve, and he slashed his right hand without hesitation.

Theo drag his body out of the stream to shore and laid back making the huffing sound. It was Theo first battle, and it was the hardest battle of all, and as well as Theo regret not bringing his sword, because it would be a little bit easy, with the black sword, over time during the practices, Theo notice that the black sword was too sharp, and feel regretted and thankful for the person who sold it without knowing anything.

I said, tipping my head sideways. I saw it coming even before it happened. The blazing red blast of energy came hurtling towards me. It was going to kill me, I knew. But there was absolutely no way I would let that happen. With one sharp thrust of my sword, I sent the killer blast hurtling backwards. I watched Dwain scream in pain as he sank to his knees. He was starting to get rotten on the inside. His skin cracked, blood pouring out of his skin. I watched him shatter into nothing but ashes. That was what he'd wanted to do to me. Unfortunately, he'd died from his own weapon. The door opened.

Fimrouck stands closely behind me, giving directions as I work. We spend the whole day in the smithy, working on the sword. By the time I finish, the sun is no longer out. The forest, which was once buzzing with energy has gone quiet. I slump in a chair, my head thrown back. My body aches with exhaustion, but the sword made today is by far my best work. "Considering we only spent a day on this, it's not too bad," Fimrouck comments, looking over the blade. I sit up, turning towards him.

- Samael whispered, wrapping his arms around her waist and kissing her neck, stepping down onto the bare shoulder. It was too much. Nadir felt great anger and pushed him away from her, slapping hard in the face. - Don't you dare to touch me ever again.- she hissed, staring at him with her eyes flashing lightning bolts. Samael groaned in pain and his eyes turned blood red, then he began to tremble. Two enormous jet-black wings rose from his back, a wild cry escaped from his chest, and his face contorted with fury. Nadir knew that she was dead, because what was happening to Samael now was called the Wrath of the Fallen Angel. During this attack, rational thinking was cut off and only instinct