Sword Of The Dawn Novel Novels & Stories

"A hundred days and a hundred nights he labored on the third blade, and as it glowed white-hot in the sacred fires, he summoned his wife. 'Nissa Nissa' he said to her, for that was her name, 'bare your breast, and know that I love you best of all that is in this world.' She did this thing, why I cannot say, and Azor Ahai thrust the smoking sword through her living heart. It is said that her cry of anguish and ecstasy left a crack across the face of the moon, but her blood and her soul and her strength and her courage all went into the steel. Such is the tale of the forging of Lightbringer, the Red Sword of Heroes. "Now do you see my meaning? Be glad that it is just a burnt sword that His Gra

"A hundred days and a hundred nights he labored on the third blade, and as it glowed white-hot in the sacred fires, he summoned his wife. 'Nissa Nissa' he said to her, for that was her name, 'bare your breast, and know that I love you best of all that is in this world.' She did this thing, why I cannot say, and Azor Ahai thrust the smoking sword through her living heart. It is said that her cry of anguish and ecstasy left a crack across the face of the moon, but her blood and her soul and her strength and her courage all went into the steel. Such is the tale of the forging of Lightbringer, the Red Sword of Heroes. "Now do you see my meaning? Be glad that it is just a burnt sword that His Gra

The wolf let out a painful howl, then began to growl, eyeing me hatefully. - I will leave you alone if you'll get out of our forest. This is not your territory, and you can't kill innocent people. As you can see, sorceresses who defend life live here, it's dangerous area for you.- I said boldly, much more confident after I made this shield, although didn't really know how. I hadn't learned doing anything like that, but figured it must have been some sort of sorceresses defense mechanism or something like that.

Al pointed to the corner on the head, "— Could kill me?" "No, but I can... I am lord Valdomore," Valdomore hissed, jumping towards the towards swords rack, but Al raced him to it, the clatter of metals ringed in the atmosphere, "You are no Lord," Al hissed, shoving Valdomore to staggered back, "Tell me something, Al..." Valdomore forced the blade towards Al's neck, but it was blocked, "Soon it will be sunrise, how do you plan on escaping... In here you are dead and out there the sun will burn you into ashes,"

He dropped his sword because of the strong vines gripped in his arms. General Kael stood up and walked towards him. “Don’t make me do this. Just yield.” “Never.” Arth replied with his hands and feet slowly turning to red because of the vines preventing blood flow. General Kael raised his golden sword above. It glared from the sunlight. “Solar nova!” he shouted. His golden sword shone brightly that forced the men around to close their eyes. Maester David couldn’t see clearly but he saw a burning yellow ball of light at the point of the general’s sword above. It was like a small sun. It continued to grow until it was big as anyone’s head.

No wonder Maura was finesse; she was probably royalty. We decided to introduce ourselves individually to the Calma household staff. Amid the exchange of pleasantries, we were interrupted by a strong gust of wind that felt heavy in the heart. A figure appeared before us; it was a huge shadow in a shape of a cloaked man with no identifiable facial feature. It whispered in a gravelly, eerie voice, "Darkness has risen. Soon, hell shall rise; the dawn of darkness approaches." Then, it vanished in a cloud of smoke, leaving all of us coughing. Noah was yelling, "Moros, you coward! Face me!"

Even the devil sleeps, apparently. His arms are closed around me a parody of a lover’s embrace and his blonde hair looks even blonder in the room full of early-morning sunshine. His evenly tanned skin, along with that hair, gives him the appearance of a laidback surfer. And that body… No man should have a body like that to match a face like his. It’s just not fair to the rest of the world. He looks so peaceful, and if everything I remember is real, then he’s probably exhausted. No. No. No. This can’t be happening.

LUCIAN The dawn broke like a warrior in gleaming armor. The sunlight tore through the sky with gold-edged blades, slicing away the last remnants of night. It bathed Bloodfang in its radiant warmth, a sign—to me, to all of us—that the heavens had opened their arms to our cause. The air shimmered with anticipation. It was the kind of morning that called men to battle, that made the blood stir and the bones ache for victory.

Dave roared. Dave surged forward with explosive speed, his broadsword sweeping through the air in a brilliant arc of golden-blue light. With brutal, calculated precision, he intercepted the leading wave of shadow-wraiths, shattering their dark forms into harmless mist with a single shockwave of kinetic force.Across the courtyard, Laura did not wait for the secondary wave to strike. She raised both hands, her dual-toned core flaring with breathtaking brilliance as she summoned her ultimate defense—the Dawn Shield.

At the top of the staircase floated a single object. A crystal sword. Its blade was half silver. Half gold. Nyros stared at it in awe. "The Blade of Dawn..." Asterion whispered, "It has returned." The Heart spoke one final time. "Take the Blade..." "...and decide the fate of the First Guardian.”