Sword Of The Falcon Novels & Stories

His favorite broadsword was also broken, which forced him to use an Axe-type Soul Armas. Falco was already plum from the previous damage, but now he looked as if his body would crumble into dust particles. He had used most of his energy before the actual battle began, and now he was paying the double price for that. Their bodies soon turned broken, almost like leaves dangling in a heavy storm. Brutally enough, Malaka was not letting them fall, either. He was giving them enough time to recover bits and pieces of their strength and will, while subtly breaking them bit by bit.

I asked Queen Selene, "You know the dark blade?" She nodded, "Yes. It belongs to Roosevelt." Michael and I froze, "It belongs to Roosevelt?" Michael pressed, "Then why was Daksha wielding it?" Queen Selene said, "Let me break it down. That sword was Roosevelt's personal weapon. The one he carried into every war. The one he used to channel his spell." Michael asked, "What spell?" I answered, voice low, "The spell that ripped the alpha of the White Claw Pack apart. The one that makes bodies detonate from the inside."

Colter grunted with arrogance, now storing the sword at the clasp on the back of his armor. “Do take care of that” Dyron told him warmly, “It’s called the ‘Black Phoenix’ and it fits, seeing your powers” Colter nodded at this wordlessly, and motioned for his new father to go about his business, as they had already finished taking care of the assassins. King Dyron The Palace, Kingdom of Havocc

Others were concealed behind the towering rock spires surrounding the base, arranged in careful formations, ready to strike if necessary. “You kept your end of the bargain, Dragon,” she remarked. “Did you think I’d lie about this?” he replied. The moment her eagle landed and Gildeon stepped down, Feviel marched toward him with barely restrained fury. One of his owls leapt from his shoulder mid-flight, morphing in a flash of light into a longsword. He threw it into the air, and the blade halted a breath from Gildeon’s throat. Gildeon stilled, his eyes narrowing slightly as he regarded the steel.

Deacon announced with a sly smile, which made Rex a little out of place, during his whole time fighting in Dracoterrum, he had barely ever used a weapon, he had relied on Fafnir’s skills, as he thought about this, the servant opened the crate lid, revealing a short sword, sporting a shining red blade that seemed to pulse, a golden handle with a large ruby on the end of the pommel, Rex had to admit, even thought he had not used many weapons, this blade looked incredible. Looking at the sword, then up to Deacon, who seemed to be eagerly anticipating him to do something, then over to his father, who winked and nodded at the sword, Rex bent over, picking the sword up in his hands, causing the cr

Adonis Arnold also couldn't help but be curious. Indeed, he was extremely passionate about weapons. "Okay! Don't let people down! Open up!" Bernard Arnold looked at his subordinates and raised his voice to command. After the treasure box was opened, two people raised a long sword. The long sword has a handle with a phoenix bird wing, a dragon-shaped head, flexible and extremely beautiful. Everyone focused on the scene ahead, Bernard Arnold increased his tone. "Pair Spirit Blades, famous in one direction, everyone has heard of them!"

Normal people could not compare to Valerio in terms of knowledge and experiences. Even Alba, who loved researching weapons since she was young, was miles away from Valerio. ‘This must be it! ‘This long red sword in front of me is definitely a first-rate Soulbound Weapon! ‘It’s even the best among first-rate Soulbound Weapons!’ Valerio had seen the two first-rate Soulbound Weapons the Fellowes family owned. They were nothing compared to this sword. This was surely a weapon qualified for a Sacred Saint. Unexpectedly, David’s master gave it to him.

"He’s Leashing them” Through the mist, Jackson appeared. He wasn't the boy who left me in the snow anymore. He was armored in Liquid Silver, riding a massive, scarred Feral-Sin that looked like it had been stitched together from nightmares. In his hand, he held the High-Sovereign Whip—a weapon designed to shatter a wolf’s spirit with a single strike.

Now she was a woman he would be proud to call his Queen. “I have something for you,” he mumbled. Archer’s helper walked in with the sword he had formed for her wrapped in a black velvet cloth. “I had this made for you.” “What?” Adalia pulled away the cloth. Her jaw dropped as her fingers smoothed over the crystals on the black hilt. It was magnificent. “I love it.” Liora burst into the room a stern look on her face. “You are letting her fight,” it was an accusation more than it was a question.

The guard completed bowing his head. Amber , Harris and Aspan were restless looking at the features as the Sicilians were their arch enemies. They never allowed them to take Nandini from there but again They were the most dangerous . They knew what would be going to happen. “Take Charge Boys! They stole an asset under my nose. Ah! Ready to hunt down and the real action” Falcone blurted took out his limited esition self designed Fenicottero gun. It had only two nos. One with Falcone and another one with his Most precious person. Only he and Falcoone could handle this weapon.