Sword Of The Falcon Novels & Stories

Hayden said weakly as he stood to fight, he looked pale as he stared at me before facing Alpha Fenrir. I guess the truth serum he took had weakened him. "Kill him!" The Priestess screamed, in support of Alpha Fenrir as he ran taking the silver dagger I had dropped while crying. My heart beat so fast in fear of what would happen, I stared at the silver dagger which I had made specially by myself to kill my Father's murder. It is sharp and more poisonous. "I will not lose like the other time," Alpha Fenrir said as he raised the dagger to stab Hayden. Hayden dodged and hit Alpha Fenrir on his back.

----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- For the first time, someone is not looking me in the eyes and I do not like it. I have worn nice clothes, a long sleeve white shirt, with little frills on the end of the sleeves, a nice long pale blue skirt, and donned little boots as well. I have a necklace with a singular sapphire in the center, and it all comes together quite nicely. Dante usually compliments me on my choice of wear, but now he cannot even face my general direction. He walks beside me, his trusty sword, Macbeth, slung over his back, in the torch-lit halls. We're in the older part of the estate where electricity does not r

I think she didn’t know the humor about me because she recklessly continues to run meeting my incoming move. Her eyes are oozing with excitement as she’s so proud to attack me. When I am in my calculated distance, I throw my sterling daggers straight to her forehead that shocked her up. The silver dagger being buried almost half of its size. As she was trying to get the dagger out of her system. The black rune changes into a clear crystal, as I saw how her forehead melts due to the wolf's bane mixture I experimented with. My dagger contains my H1N1 Wolfs Bane and Venom making the rune turns black. It will only activate as it quickly hits the body of the Werewolf. “Awooooo….Awooooooo” I curse

If he had that blade, he wouldn’t have died in the battle against the Winged Serpent. Village Head Fan cast his gaze to the sword that stood gallantly in the middle. Although the current situation meant that he didn’t have time to waste, he couldn’t help but be drawn in by the blade in the middle. Unlike Durandal, the sword in the middle was completely blue, but possessed a white hilt. It gave off a holy aura, and seemed so sacred that one was even afraid of touching it, for the fear that one would stain its beautiful purity. It didn’t tear into Village Head Fan with its gaze, but it repelled him calmly when he subconsciously reached out to touch it. It repulsive force woke Village Head Fan

"Landing a man as perfect as you is truly a blessing." I watched a faint, endearing flush creep up to the tips of his ears, a profound sense of peace finally settling over my chest. Thankfully, I wasn't some doomed, tragic female foil in a cheap novel. We had a long, beautiful lifetime ahead of us.

The blade gleamed with a brilliant silver light, its edge shimmering with a promise of sharpness. The blood sword! I exclaimed internally, astonished by the fact that I had successfully conjured the legendary weapon known to be wielded by a valiant warrior from Cairos—a neighboring nation to Springgan. Apollo had shared stories about it, expressing his dream to create such a weapon one day. Empowered by the gauntlet, I held the blood sword with ease. The blade's edge gleamed, a testament to its lethal potential. Just as the icy shield surrounding me shattered, the dominus seized the opportunity to consume me. Its jaws opened wide as it lunged towards me. Reacting swiftly, I positioned the sw

On the pavilion floor lay a sword carved with a dragon, and standing on it was the man who had shouted. He stooped slightly, breath ragged; his eyes were bloodshot, bulging as if they might pop from their sockets. Through gritted teeth he thought, 'Xiu Jian is a damned wretch! I can’t even burn his sword!' Indeed, the trembling, furious man was Huang Fu, and the blade beneath his boot was the Sacred Dragon Sword. He had tried to set the sword aflame—yet not only did the flames refuse to take, the fuel he poured seemed to be absorbed and vanished, drying as if swallowed by the metal itself.

The figure turned, and the torchlight caught his face. "Falcon..." I whispered, disbelief shaking my voice. He didn't answer. His focus was locked on the rogues, his jaw tight, eyes blazing. With a guttural snarl, he launched himself at the nearest wolf, his blade flashing in a deadly arc. The steel bit deep, severing flesh and bone. The rogue crumpled with a strangled yelp.

’ Not bothering to waste time waiting for an answer, I quicken my pace and make a beeline straight for them. As Mateo hits the ground, Fineon jumps to the side, landing easily on his paws, and then remains in pace while Fallon jumps off his back and pulls the anima sword from her back pocket. With a flourish, she slashes it through the air as it extends to its full glory and begins to glow with a dazzling white light. The sword was impressive; I would give it that, but was it truly enough to kill Mateo? Deciding that we would find out soon enough, I turn my focus to Fineon and Mateo as they began to attack, meeting each other blow for blow while Fallon awaited her opportunity to take her sho

Count Croyso smiled and nodded, asking Thomas to take it. Selena brought out a dazzling short sword, its sheath made of gold and encrusted with gems, the hilt adorned with a large, lustrous pearl. It was incredibly valuable. Holding the sword with both hands, Selena said, “Father, you are a warrior, and this sword suits you perfectly. I went to great lengths to find it, so you must like it, or I’ll take it back!”